“To that day five years ago when this arrogant man made the biggest mistake of his life.”
“What… what mistake was that?” she moaned as he grasped her buttocks and worked his rigid erection inside her pussy one excruciating slow inch at a time.
“He drove away the girl he had sworn to always protect and be there for, and why?” Pulling back, he thrust into her with a forceful plunge. “Because he’d fallen in love and it scared the hell out of him. Then he realized something tonight.”
Tears filled Tamara’s eyes as she looked into his face, his bristled jaw taut with hunger, his eyes soft with the love he’d just admitted to. “What?”
Connor squeezed her buttocks as he dragged his flesh over her sensitive, swollen tissues. “That what better way to watch over her was to be right,” he pulled back then thrust forward again, “here, all the time.”
Tamara cried out with the next ramming stroke. “Oh God, Con, what the hell took you so long?”
With a laugh of sheer pleasure, Connor drove her to the heights of ecstasy only he could, bright lights exploding behind her closed eyes promising a wonderful future ahead for them. She was still panting, her sweat-slick body shuddering as he released her, and she fell into his arms.
“I’ve got you, sweetie.”
Peering up at his crooked grin, she cupped his face, saying, “Con, I love you with all my heart, but don’t call me sweetie.”
“Not even if you’re my only girl from now on?”
“Oh, well, if you put it like that.”
THE END