Page 118 of Let's Be Forever

Her back arches and she tightens around me, her palms pushing me down against her body. And just as she comes again, I follow suit, releasing into her.

I attempt to keep my eyes open so I can keep looking at her, but I’m in heaven. I’m beyond gone, lost in the thick haze of our orgasm.

And when we finally settle, when I’ve given her everything I’ve got and she’s completely spent, I don’t pull out.

“I need one more thing from you.”

“No, I can’t…”

I kiss her temple. “You can, squeeze my cock,” I demand.

“Sy…” she starts weakly.

“I need my cum to be buried deep inside you,” I tell her as my cock twitches. “You know it’s what I need, and I know you want it too. You’re a slut for my cum. You like it when you’re filled with it, love it even more when it doesn’t come out. When you know I’ve fucked you so thoroughly it stays inside.”

I dream of her filled with it; she knows this. I’ve told her. It’d be her asshole right now, but we’re both spent. And she loves this as much as I do.

She gets off on being used, when I call her names and make her comply with my demands. She likes knowing she’s being useful even if she acts like a brat.Thatis why she squeezes.

“That’s it. Take it all the way in. If anything comes out, I swear I’ll fuck you again,” I warn her. I clench my jaw and my stomach contracts with pleasure. “Are you done?”

“Yeah.” She exhales shakily.

“You’re so beautiful. I love how well you listen,” I say against her temple, still inside her, loving that she’s filled with me.

“You’re annoying but I love you.” I hear the smile in her voice.

“You’re such a brat and I’m in love with you.” I slowly pull out. “Now let’s go get you cleaned up before I change my mind and do this all over again.”

46

ANNA

I thoughtnothing was going to top the obsession Rosie has with her dog. But I was wrong because after watching Sylas play for a little over two and a half hours, she’s beyond obsessed.

Harlow brought her a soft hockey stick before the game started, so she’s animatedly shuffling on the ground and pretending to be playing. Every so often, she stops to watch Sylas on the screen, gushing, giggling, and gasping over how he moves and when he’s pushed against the boards.

That freaked her out at first, but then she got angry, hitting the stick against the wall.

“I see hockey in her future,” Maya says as we follow Abby and a few of the wives and girlfriends to where the guys are.

Sylas texted us and asked if Rosie wanted to get on the ice. He was trying to be nonchalant, but I know he’s dying to get her on it. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. I just know, unlike me, she’s going to be a natural.

“I’ve no doubt she’s going to play. Thea was showing her videos, and she looked mesmerized,” Jenny supplies, walking behind us along with Clementine.

It’s the first Sunday they’re not playing an away game, so we were able to all come. I know they’re going to want to do it again because sitting in the box is so much fun. I know the girls enjoyed it too. We don’t ever do stuff like this, but I think we’re going to have to start.

“Ready to be hauling all that equipment?” Em teases.

I always knew she was intrigued, but she got enthusiastic after seeing it live.

“I’ll support whatever she wants to do. I’m just not ready for the stench.” I scrunch my nose. I’ve gotten a whiff of Sylas’s equipment, and despite how many times he cleans it, it stinks from how much he sweats.

The other women all agree with me, some even sharing their tips about keeping separate washing machines.

We’re all laughing and talking until Rosie jerks from my hold and runs straight to the love of our lives. He immediately drops his stuff and kneels for her. She jumps into his arms and starts rambling about the ice and her stick.

He listens intently as if he were in a business meeting and not talking to his almost three-year-old.