meant—she’d lost her English.
And I took that for the sign it was.
I reared up so I could shove my boxer briefs down, just far enough to grab a firm hold of my cock and to release it from the cage of my underwear. With my knees digging into the mattress, I used the space I made to shove her panties aside, and when I encountered glistening, creamy flesh, I groaned.
Fuck.
Just…
FUCK.
I gritted my teeth as the need to taste her warred with the need to fuck her.
I thought I’d have to go slow. That I’d have to walk her gently through the process.
But she was ready for me.
She wanted me.
And I knew that was the depth of her love. Of her trust.
God, this woman. She gave and she gave and she fucking gave.
I didn’t deserve her.
But she was mine.
And it was time I proved that to her.
I notched the tip of my dick against her slick folds, rubbing it through her juices, getting myself wet, torturing myself with the first pussy I’d had in years, and as my eyes fluttered into the back of my head, I pushed into her.
With enough wherewithal to stay calm, I didn’t thrust as hard as I wanted to, I gently surged into her, filling her up with me. With the only dick she’d ever know again. One that’d erase every other fucker’s presence she knew.
I’d get her so cock-drunk on mine that she’d forget her past. She’d remember it only in her nightmares, and I’d spend a fucking lifetime erasing those too.
If I had to endure CAT scans and Dr. goddamn Beau’s thermometer up my ass, if I had to go to Bethesda again, if I had to endure treatment after treatment, I’d torment myself on the hunt for a solution so that my Old goddamn Lady never had to know a moment’s pain from me.
Because the space between us was too much to bear, I moved atop her, covering her slim frame with my weight. She clung to me, her arms coming around me, her legs cupping me, and I stared into her eyes, not letting anything come between us, not allowing it, vowing to never allow it again as our noses touched, and our breath brushed the other’s mouth.
Slowly, I rocked my hips.
Carefully, I moved into her.
Gently, I made love to her.
Showing her what that felt like, knowing from what she’d told me before that she’d been inexperienced before she’d been sold.
And then, as her tension began to leach out of her, being replaced by a different variety, she stopped simply accepting what I gave her.
She started taking.
She rocked back.
She moved into me.
She made love to me.
No longer pliant in my arms, no longer just a doll beneath me.
Her nails dug into my back, her heels pressed into my butt. She tightened her cunt around me, she held me so close I knew that two people had never been this close before, and as I ground down into her, making sure that with every thrust my pelvis rocked against her clit, I watched her fly.
For the first time in a man’s arms, she flew.
She experienced freedom.
Something I’d spend the rest of my days giving her.
Her orgasm triggered my own—my self-control was good, but it wasn’t that fucking good. Within seconds of her cunt throbbing around me, I exploded into her, and as I let out a sharp cry, she moaned, sobbing something in Ukrainian as she clung even harder to me, holding me tight, so tight that I knew she’d never let go.
Ever.
And that was a promise I needed to feel, not just hear.
Thirty-One
Alessa
Tiredly, I rubbed my eyes as I crossed my feet at the ankles, staring at the same damn piece of wall I’d been staring at for hours.
My phone buzzed beside me, and I picked it up when I saw that Giulia had created a group chat. One she’d labeled ‘Giulia’s Posse.’
Lips twitching at the sight, I entered the chat, and laughed some more.
Stone: Why’s it named after you?
Giulia: Because I started the chat. If you’d started the chat, then you could have called it Stone’s Posse.
Stone: I’d never be so egocentric.
Giulia: No? Well, you snooze you lose.
Lily: This is handy, actually. I’m surprised one of us didn’t think of it before.
Indy: This is all I need. You bitches talking all day, blowing my phone up with notifications.
Stone: Did someone talk? I didn’t see anything.
Indy: Grow up, would you? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you first about Cruz and me, but