“Fucking look at me, Macey.” This time I’m more demanding. She rolls over, facing me with her bloodshot eyes and tired-looking face. I want to reach out and push all her fears away, but mine are bubbling to the surface and I can’t even make those go away.
“Fuck you, Finn, and this hold you have on me.”
“I want to fuck you, but that will come later. Right now, you need to listen. I don’t know what Brandy said to you, but she’s a liar. We’re not engaged, together, married, expecting any children or even friends at this point. She’s been trying to blackmail me and I’ve been playing along until I could get her father alone to tell him that I don’t need his money, but that I do need his support.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Why not? Why would I lie to you?”
Macey mimics my position and rests on her elbow. “I saw you with her. You looked . . . happy.”
“Because I was having thoughts about fucking you in the shower when I got home.”
“Why does everything revolve around sex with you, huh?”
I move slightly closer to her. “Because when I’m around you it’s all I can think about. I told you, I’m addicted to that pussy of yours and I can’t get enough.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t do this anymore, Finn. I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want more.” She sighs, looking defeated.
“What if I tell you I want more?”
Her eyes search my face, looking for the truth. “I don’t believe you.”
“Believe this,” I say, placing my hand on her cheek and pulling her forward until our lips briefly meet. I look into her eyes and see a longing that I’ve never seen from her before. Her hand clamps down on mine and her tongue wets her lips. The prolonged anticipation is almost unbearable as I inch forward until my lips are caressing hers. Her breathing hitches as my tongue traces the outline of her lips and the small gasp she emits spurs me into action. I pull her under me, moving her away from the side of the bed without breaking our kiss. Our tongues mingle and her hands roam over my body as she lets out the most delicious-sounding moans that send jolts right to my dick.
Pressing down on her, her legs fall open to where she needs me the most, to where I want to be. I let her feel what she does to me, how hard she makes me by being near me. A slow hiss escapes my mouth when her hand comes in contact with my hard-on. Nails scratch down my sides as she pushes my boxers down, springing me free. The long pull of my shaft as my hips flex into her hand, it’s slow and agonizing.
Her lips are pressed to mine as her free hand tangles in my hair. I skim over her panties, pushing them aside and inserting a finger into her. Her hips buck off the bed, causing me to smile. I keep going, adding another and pressing my thumb lightly on her clit. The in-and-out motion from my hand in her pussy and hers wrapped around my dick is too much to take. I need to be inside of her.
I pull away, leaving her lips red and puckered, and slowly remove her panties, tossing them over my shoulder. Her shirt goes next, freeing her perfect breasts for my mouth to devour while I’m fucking her. She lies back, her dark hair contrasting nicely with the white pillowcases.
“Do you believe me?” I ask, hovering over her.
She nods as the tip of my penis grazes her core.
“Are you in love with me?” I ask, pushing in slightly only to pull out again.
“Yes. Do you love me?”
Hovering over her, I look into her blue eyes and smile. “I love you, Macey.” The words fall easily from my lips as I push fully into her. She rolls her hips, meeting my thrusts as I move slowly in and out of her, never taking my eyes off hers.
“Fuck, look at us, Macey,” I say, using my hands to put some space in between our bodies. Watching my dick disappear into her is the biggest fucking turn-on. I sit back on my haunches and pull her hips up to meet mine. She cries from the new position hitting her G-spot differently and takes over, putting her feet on the bed and flexing.
“Fuck,” I say, losing all train of thought as I watch her fuck my dick. With my thumb on her clit, I add some pressure, causing her to go wild.
“Finn.” Her hips start to move faster as her orgasm builds.
“Oh yeah, say my name, baby.” I want her to fucking scream it, but that will have to wait until the water from the shower can drown us out. The last thing I want is for Morgan to come downstairs wondering why her mother is yelling out my name.