Page 16 of Promise Me Forever
“I’m on the pill. Don’t pull out. Please, don’t pull out,” she begs eagerly. The conversation we had minutes ago sits at the forefront of my mind. This woman is mine. She knows and I know it.
“Fuck yeah.” I push all the way inside her, my fingers pressing into her fleshy ass, tilting her hips up. She stays still, exactly how I like her. Her eyes close, her breathing intensifies, and her pussy sucks me in with each push and pull of my thrusts.
“Tor.” Love how she’s so caught up in her pleasure, saying my full name is nearly impossible. My eyes wander from my cock battering her pussy, and my motions intensify, swiveling my hips and grinding against her clit. I learned a whole hell of a lot about Indy between last night and today. She can come multiple times, she also loves her clit to be played with, and I intend on doing that for hours tonight. I can’t wait to wrap my mouth around the tight bud while I drag my fingers in and out of her wet depths, watching as she comes from the combination while screaming my name.
“Not gonna last long this time around. I’ll make it up to you next round.” I groan when her cunt pulses around my dick. She’s close. It’s a good damn thing too, because I’m close to blowing my load.
“Feels good, so good.” Her legs are hooked around my waist, ankles locked at my lower back, and fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Look at you, coating my dick, sweat dripping down your chest, and through it all, you’ve stayed still, just how I want you,like a good fucking girl.” It’s lights out for Indy. She comes for me. My god, does she come.
It’s hard.
It’s loud.
And it’s long.
“Tor.” She pulls me right along with her, fucking her through her orgasm as my own takes over. My eyes close, my balls draw tightly, and my muscles feel like I just ran a marathon.
“Cherry.” A rumble leaves my chest, vibrating through my sternum, deep and primal, echoing through the room. My pulse hammers and I couldn’t have stayed silent if I tried. Indy’s stripped me down to nothing but instinct. It isn’t until I’ve got her wrapped in my arms, face buried in her neck, that I’m able to form a coherent sentence. “We’re doing that again, and we’re doing it soon. Hope you didn’t have any work planned for the day.”
“Yeah,” she replies with a small laugh. I lose her heat in the process, and that just pisses me off.
“Time to clean up, so I can dirty us up again.” I lift her off the couch, feeling my cum leak from her body. Gonna make sure it stays where it belongs when I’ve got her flat on her back. Fuck, I like the idea of that, so much so that my dick jerks to life all over again.
“Tor,” Indy says my name in that way.
“Fuck yeah.” Like I didn’t just fuck the shit out of her. Seems she likes my plans as much as I do.
14
Indy
“Cherry, baby,” Toren whispers in my ear the next morning. True to his word, hardly any work got done, not until we were starving for a different kind of hunger, one that involved food. After heating up leftovers, showering, and getting dressed again, Toren went out to the pole barn, needing to get the last piece finished on his commissioned project. He’d tried to convince me to let him come with me to check out of the bed and breakfast, but that made zero sense. While I’d have loved to sit around and watch him work, getting my stuff out of the way meant we could relax later.
“Shhh.” I open one eye and see Toren sitting on the side of the bed. My finger goes to his mouth, holding it there for him to give me a few more minutes of sleep.
“I see I wore you out. Gave you an extra thirty minutes.” His hand grasps mine, and he nips at the tip of my finger. I’m not a morning person. I’ve tried everything: setting multiple alarms, going to bed super early, and having an iced coffee in an insulated cup on my nightstand. Nothing works. Toren is learning this the hard way.
“Few more minutes,” I mumble before rolling over and burying my head beneath the pillow. It doesn’t matter that he’s still holding my hand captive.
“Cherry, hate to put you on the spot, but you’ve got about ten minutes until Jett gets here along with all the others. They’re helping me load the trailer up, see the woman who gave me shit, and make sure there isn’t anything else we need before we hit the road tomorrow.” My eyes spring open. I sit straight up, the sheets falling down my chest, and I’m wide the hell awake.
“Um, what? Shit, I’ve got to shower.” I fling the hair out of my face and attempt to climb over Toren but land in his lap instead.
“Not going anywhere till I kiss you good morning. You sleep like the dead, cherry. Might have to get creative in waking you up.” I’m in his lap, naked. His hands are on my ass, making my core clench with just one touch, and when he does what he says, I’m a needy and achy mess, all of which I shouldn’t be after the night we had together.
“Eww, morning breath.” I slap a hand over my mouth, saying the words through my fingers.
“Don’t give a fuck about that. Give me your lips, cherry.” His roughened voice hits my senses at the same time he moves my hand, and then his mouth lands on mine. The sudden electric shock to my system is the best wake-up call I could have ever asked for. He tastes dark yet dangerously sweet. His tongue sweeps in, claiming me with a possessiveness that’s all Toren Navarro. My heart hammers against my ribs. He groans into my mouth, and my hands fly to his shoulder, gripping his corded muscles as he pulls my lower lip between his teeth and tugs, sending spark of lightning straight to my core.
His hand moves from my ass upward, his palm searing a blazing path until his thumb grazes the underside of my breast. When my breath hitches, he breaks the kiss just long enough to nibble at the sensitive curve of my jaw. The stubble from his beard grazes my skin before he devours my mouth again.
“Get up and movin’, cherry. We’ll finish this later.” He pinches my nipple before soothing the pain away with a rasp of his thumb.
“Not fair, not fair at all.” He stands up, then helps me do the same.
“Should’ve woken up earlier. Could’ve showered with me. Now you get to wait.” He taps my ass, more in a loving way than a man would when he’s doling out punishment. What he doesn’t know is that I’d probably enjoy that, too.
