Page 29 of Taking His Heart

“I’m sure,” she says. “Try not to fall in love with me though, CJ.”

I’m taken back to five years ago, to the first time we spent the night together. She’d said those same words to me, and every time after, she’d repeat them.

“Too late, darling. That ship sailed a long-ass time ago.”

The tip of my cock presses against her entrance, and I slowly slide in, giving her time to adjust to me. She’s so fucking tight, gripping my cock like a damn glove.

“Fuck, this is even better than I remember.”

“You forgot what fucking me feels like?”

“I’ve never forgotten what fucking you feels like.” I push all the way in before drawing out and repeating the movement.

“Oh god,” Daniella moans, and I press my lips to hers.

“Shhh, if you’re too loud, someone will come out here and see us.”

“Mmm, I don’t care.”

“I care. I don’t want anyone to see you like this,” I say as I thrust into her harder. “I want to be the only one who gets to see this look on you.”

“CJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and fuck me already.”

“You’ve forgotten the rules, Dani. I get a question before you get to come again.” I smile against her lips. I think I’m going to like this new game of ours.

“What’s your question?” Dani rotates her hips, swiveling her pussy on my dick, and it’s all I can do not to lose my load.

“Fuck…” Digging my fingers into her hips, I hold her still. “If you could marry anyone in the world, who would it be?”

Daniella frowns at me. “I can’t marry anyone, CJ.”

“Let’s pretend you could… Who would it be?”

“You,” she whispers.

“Good girl. Now, do you want to come?”

She nods her head eagerly.

“Are you going to come all over my dick, Dani?”

“That’s the plan—well, if you can make me,” she says.

If I can make her? Fuck that.

I know I have nothing to prove. At the same time, there is no way I’m not going to prove to her right now just how good I can make her come. Remind her just how good we are together.

I pin her harder against the pool wall and thrust in and out of her while swallowing all of her moans as I fuck her hard, fast, and without another thought in my mind other than making her come for me. Again.

It doesn’t take long before I feel her freeze, the walls of her pussy convulse around my cock, and then she’s coming. And so am I, right inside her. I know I should have pulled out, regardless of what she said. I’m not worried about knocking her up, but I don’t want her to resent me for something she doesn’t want to happen.

I don’t pull away until we’ve both caught our breaths. I instantly miss the warmth of her pussy wrapped around me, and the moment is shattered as the reality of what we’ve done hits Daniella. I see it. The regret. And I fucking hate it.

“That was fucking amazing,” I tell her. “Then again, fucking you always was.”