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“Every night. Every goddamn night. We’ll go to bed together, and you’ll let me make you feel good.”
Vigorously, she nods. “I want you naked with me, nothing between us, every night. I want your hands on me. Your wicked mouth. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
She knows I won’t break a promise to her ever again.
Our bodies are hot with exertion as we move wildly, our motions near-frantic and yet so in tune with each other. She moves like nothing else, and I find it easy to meet her. It’s like my body just gets her—it knows what she needs.
Her hands are scrambling for purchase on my shoulders, and her eyes shut tightly. She takes a rough handful of my hair, gripping it so hard I should tell her to stop. I don’t. I won’t. I’m right there with her, gone for her, claiming her through the ringing in my ears as the world melts into me and her alone. Nothing else.
“Inside me,” she begs, her chest heaving and brushing against mine. She puts her lips near my ear, ensuring I can’t miss her directive. “Please.”
My heart flips and excitement rises in my chest. “You’re sure?”
She nods desperately, biting back her lip. “Come in me. In my pussy. I want it. I want all of you.”
All of me. I know she means more than my cum. I’ll come in her tonight and a hundred more times before the year ends. One day, when I come in her, I’ll put a baby in her. Our baby. She’ll swell up so beautifully, breasts heavy and her stomach round.
We’ll do it as many times as we can.
I want it all.
I give her what she wants, always.
Two more thrusts and I’m there, my hips rolling and bucking into her. Mindless and reckless. Raw. Grinding into her so deeply that I draw a yearning, guttural sound from her. She cries out when her climax strikes her, and I can’t wait another second. Groaning, I allow myself to surrender to the pleasure surrounding me on all sides. I finish in her, spurt after spurt, leaving her cunt swollen and glistening with my cum.
Immediately, her arms weave around me, clutching me to her flushed chest. We hold each other in silence, breathing hard, while Julia absentmindedly dances her hand down until she touches the cum I’ve left in her.
A smile passes over her lips. “You’re perfect,” she murmurs. “I love you, Gus.”
She snuggles me closer, my cheek pressed pleasantly against her breasts, nestled between the pink marks and the swollen nipples—my handiwork.
Her heart beats steadily and evenly, like she’s entirely at ease.
Within minutes, I fall asleep there.
Content. Sated. And so loved.
***
One year later
Julia holds up her hand, signaling for me to wait. Surprised at first, I lift both eyebrows, but I don’t say a word. Over the past year, I’ve learned that my girlfriend is never to be interrupted when she’s hard at work.
She finishes typing and shuts her laptop with a snap. “Yes?”
“What are you working on?”
Smugly, she pats her laptop’s shell. “Another brilliant pitch for The Carraway.”
Unsurprised, I shake my head. “You know, I bought that website because I wanted them to stop writing about you, not because I wanted you to add it to your arsenal. How many more lies can you possibly pitch?”
Slowly, she blinks several times, staring at me with her brow tight. “I’m sorry, do you even know me? My ideas are endless, my love. Endless.”
I believe it. When she announced she would be assigning a writer at The Carraway to write one salacious and scathing post about Jay Raymond every week, I figured it would go on for a month or two. In retrospect, it was naïve as fuck of me to assume she would ever stop. Julia has been feeding fake stories to the website for a year now—and shows no signs of slowing. In the last month alone, she has fabricated a story about Jay sobbing alone in a hotel bar when he was catfished by a college fraternity as a hazing prank, has revealed that he’s currently blacklisted by every therapist in Manhattan, and also came up with a particularly clever story about him selling his Rolex because he maxed out his credit card while buying Taylor Swift tickets.
I love this psycho.
