I’m going to fill every single fucking hole of hers, have her screaming my name over and over, until she can’t walk anymore or think about how I hurt her.
Then I will do it all over again, every day for the rest of our lives.
Until she forgives me.
Until she loves me.
Until she flies so high, she will never fall again.
Lexi
One touch. One kiss.
That’s all it took for me to be his again. And suddenly, everything is right with the world, and I know we will spend the rest of our lives healing each other’s broken hearts.
I’ll never leave him again, not if he tries to force me, not even if he begs me or hurts me. I belong with Tyler Phillips, always, and he belongs with me.
The drive home seems to take forever. My body is aching, and desire swirls through me, speeding up my breathing and heartbeat. I clench my thighs together to try and ignore the pulse of my clit. I know I’ll have him again soon and feel those hands tracing my curves, feel his cock inside me, taking me to heaven, and I can’t wait. The mere thought alone makes my panties damp and nipples hard.
This is what I missed—not just the anticipation of sex, but being with him. Those eyes hold me in place, making everything right in the world. Only in his arms, at his side, do I feel right. Like waking from a dream, I feel truly alive and happy. The pain is a distant memory, and we both made mistakes, but this is our second chance.
A new beginning, to do this right this time.
I know he is my forever, and I’m glad I took a chance and texted him. I didn’t expect him to come for me right then, but I should have. Tyler never does anything by half. If he wants something, he takes it.
Like me.
When we reach his house, he pulls into the garage and turns off the car. The hum of the engine dies to reveal both of our ragged breathing. I turn my head to meet his eyes, and just like that, we explode into motion.
I throw myself at him, and he catches me, his hands going to my head to pull me closer, his lips smashing to mine. He tries to slow the kiss, but I’m having none of it. I yank on his coat, and he groans, trying to rip at mine to no avail. I whimper, needing him so badly, and he pulls back, panting, his eyes wild.
“Out of the car. Now, Angel,” he demands.
I scramble out quickly as he slowly walks around the hood, each step filled with purpose. His eyes hold a warning for what’s to come. Tonight, I will be completely consumed by Daddy Tyler, and I can’t fucking wait.
He spins his fingers, so I turn, and he presses his body to the back of mine, every hard, warm inch making me shiver as those hands stroke down my arms, across my belly, and to the belt of my coat. He deftly undoes it and steps back, pulling the belt out as he rounds me, running it between his hands as he watches me.
“I’m going to blindfold you,” he growls, not giving me an option. I shiver at the dominance dripping from each word. Sometimes I act like a brat, sometimes we are equals, but tonight, he’s in charge. Of me, my body, and my pleasure, and he’s making it very clear. He’s about to prove why he’s my daddy.
Batting my lashes, I lick my lipstick covered lips, and he narrows his eyes. “Don’t even think about rebelling, Angel, or I will bend you over the car and take my belt to your ass.”
Fuck.
I shiver from the thought, and the urge to fight him fills me just to see if he will.
He steps closer, his hand going to his belt in a threat. “Is that what you want, Angel? For me to bend you over and tan that ass with my belt?”
I bite my lip. “Depends, do you plan on kissing it better?” I tease, leaning into him and dragging my hand down his body to his belt. But his hands clench mine, stilling my movements, controlling me. With a narrow-eyed look, he drags my arms behind my back and up, forcing me on my toes with a gasp. The slight edge of pain causes fresh wetness to rush from my pussy.