I grab her hair and lean over her. “Take the risk with me,” I whisper. “Take it all with me.”
“I’m in,” she moans. “I’m all in, Josh. I’m all in.”
I take her rough, my cock slamming inside. I reach around and work her clit with my fingers as I grab her hair in my other fist. I take her, control her, dominate her, and give her everything she needs.
We fuck, sweating, moaning, trying not to be too loud. At one point, I have to cover her mouth with my hand, and she bites my fingers. I growl in pain and pleasure as I fuck her harder, thrusting my cock deep inside her, making her body shake with the rough way I handle her.
I can’t help myself. Fucking hell, I can’t hold back. Pleasure rips through me, blossoms all through me. It’s driving me wild, driving me absolutely wild. I growl, the bitter groaning in my throat pushing me forward. Her skin is perfect, her perky ass begging for more, her slick and tight cunt wrapped around my cock is pure pleasure.
I rip into her. I take her like a man. I make her my own and as I work her clit, I know she’s close. She wiggles her hips and pushes back against me, riding down my shaft, moaning, groaning, begging me to keep going. I don’t stop, don’t hold back.
And when she comes in a burst of moaning, her back arching, a scream at her lips that I have to cover up with my hand again, I know I can’t hold back anymore.
I come deep inside of her. I groan, soft and low. I fill her up, burst deep between her legs, make her take every inch of my seed.
She kisses me over her shoulder. I slide back out, turn her around, and hold her. I kiss her lips and feel her heart beating against my chest.
“You’re sure about this?” I ask.
“I’m sure,” she says. “If you are.”
“I’m sure.”
I kiss her one more time before we get dressed.
I sit down on the chair facing my desk and pull her into my lap. I hold her there, feeling her body against mine.
“What do we do if this goes wrong?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “We’ll figure something out though.”
“Will we have to walk away?” She frowns. “I mean, we don’t have to be married anymore… right?”
“We don’t need to go there if you don’t want to.”
“I just…” She clears her throat. “I just want to know what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking that I can’t really think clearly with you in my lap.”
She laughs but I can tell it’s hollow.
Truth is, I have no answers. I won’t to tell her that everything will work out no matter what, but I’m not so sure. I don’t know if we can pull this off. I don’t know if we can keep going if things don’t pan out our way.
If we lose this vote, if we underestimated Seb, it might just be game over.
I keep that to myself though. I don’t want to dash any hopes she might have. I don’t want to add to her worries.
I want her happy right now. That’ll make me content, at least for a little while.19MaggieIt’s early when I walk down the sidewalk toward an upscale boutique hotel that I’ve never even heard of. It’s only a few blocks away from Josh’s house, which makes sense. Aunt Sylvia was never one for wasting time.
I step into the small waiting room and smile at the pretty girl behind the small, simple desk. “Can I help you?” she asks.
“I’m looking for Sylvia Lofthouse. Room thirty-three.”
“Oh, sure. Go on up, she sent word that you’d be stopping by. Take those stairs, get in the elevator to the third floor, and it’s the fifth room on the left.”
“Thank you.” I give her a smile then follow her directions. I ride the small, slow elevator up, then find my aunt’s door. I linger there for a long moment, my heart beating fast.
I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Well, I guess I do. It’s pretty obvious. I’ve always been afraid of my aunt, of that entire half of my family. It’s like they exist in a world totally separate from my own, a world entirely apart from the one I live in. Lora is nice and down to earth, and my other cousins are cool too, but they still seem to float by like nothing can touch them.
It scares me, at least a little bit. I know it shouldn’t. They’re just people, just my cousins. But the way they act, like they own the world, intimidates me.
But I have to put that aside. Or maybe I can embrace it and try to exude that same sort of confidence myself. Either way, I reach out and knock on the door.