Page 83 of Pretend it’s Forever

And here I was, pulling her back because I was ready to come, then pulling her into my arms.

“I need to fuck you,” I whispered against her lips.

“Then do so.”

I crushed my mouth to hers as I slid my hands under the soft linen of her pants, letting my thumb and fingers play against her wet slit. She gasped into my mouth, her hand gripping my cock as she jerked me off.

We were quick, and fast, stripping one another as we practically fell onto the couch, our hands roaming, our touches frantic.

I reached for the condom that I had left in my pocket and sheathed myself before we made a mistake. Then Luna was on her back, her breasts full, her pale nipples tight, and I swallowed hard.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Never. But please.”

And with a nod, I grabbed the back of her thigh, pushed her leg up so her knee was at her shoulder, and positioned myself at her entrance.

Her pussy was plump, swollen for me, and I wanted to lean down and taste her, but we didn’t have time. We never had time.

This was so fucking wrong.

Luna’s gaze darkened as she reached forward and brushed her fingers along the scar on my leg. I swallowed hard and told myself to ignore that.

The scar didn’t hurt anymore, and neither one of us needed to think about that moment. So I arched my hips, filling her in one stroke, thrusting hard and fast, going balls deep inside that sweet cunt of hers.

She gasped into my mouth, and I smiled against her. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t gentle. Because that wasn’t what we were to each other.

This was a means to an end. A tease and a taste that had gone on far too long.

I didn’t know what this craving meant.

This would be the final time. We were just two people who needed to scratch an itch, and soon we would find people that wouldn’t be a problem. Where the fallout of whatever the fuck this was wouldn’t break our families.

She arched into me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth.

“Flynn.”

My name on her lips nearly sent me to the edge, but I shook my head and slid one hand between us, flicking my fingers over her clit. She came then, hard and fast as her body shivered in my hold, her cunt squeezing my cock.

I moved faster, my balls tightening, and then I was coming, burying my face into her neck, afraid to look into her eyes and see what both of us tried to forget.

We were not for each other. And to think so would break one another.

And as I finally came down from my orgasm, my cock twitching as I filled the condom, both of us fought for breath.

She slid her hand up and played with the barbells in my nipples, smiling against my cheekbone.

“You always surprise me with this,” she teased.

I let out a rough chuckle, knowing my weight was probably too much for her, and yet I wasn’t moving.

“I do my best.” I kissed her neck, knowing it was far too intimate for either one of us, and pulled back.

“I need to take care of the condom. And then we need to go.”

She nodded, her face pale. “I took a ride-share here. My car’s in the shop.”

I nodded, having known this already. “I’ll take you. It won’t be suspicious.”