Page 120 of Damaged Souls


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Drawing his tongue back up to her clit, he worked around, across, back and forth, heightening her arousal, her need. Using his fingers, he plunged two deep inside her, feeling how tight she was. His woman was always so tight.

Twisting his fingers, he stroked across that precious spot that had her gasping his name. He didn’t stop teasing her clit and he felt the change within her in just a few seconds. Her orgasm started to build and he drew it out as long as possible, but when she came, he felt his own desperate need.

Grabbing his dick even before she had finished her release, he lifted up, and then, in one smooth stroke, thrust to the hilt within her pussy. They both moaned.

She felt so good. Better than good. Perfect. So fucking perfect.

Pulling out to just the tip of him inside her, he waited and then thrust hard and deep. He did this for several thrusts, taking her harder than before.

Grant was so close, but he didn’t want to come so fucking fast and ruin the moment. This could potentially be their last time.

In and out, he thrust inside her, going harder, and this time as his orgasm started to build, he didn’t try to stop it. When it came to Aria, there was no stopping this need. It consumed him. He thrust into her one final time and filled her, wave upon wave of his cum. Grant prayed this one took. He wanted to knock her up and make her his, for them to have something that bound them together.

Grant stayed inside her, but he moved them both up the bed, until they were lying against the pillows. He didn’t want to leave her pussy. He wanted to keep his dick like a plug inside her pussy, so she couldn’t go shower, giving time for his seed to do its job.

Aria stared up at him and he saw the tears in her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I’m a big fuck-up, Aria. That’s what I do. I mess shit up.”

Her lip quivered.

“Don’t, baby. Don’t cry. I can’t stand it when you cry. I don’t want to ever see you cry.”

She sniffled and he groaned. “I’m not crying.”

“It looks like you are to me.”

“I’m fine.”

He pressed his lips to her head. “I love you, Aria,” he said. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too.”

Grant closed his eyes. They loved each other, but it didn’t mean they were fixed, not yet.

Now he had to do something he didn’t want to do. He pulled out of her pussy and leaned over her. “I’ve got to go now.”

“Grant?”

“I’ve got some shit that I need to do, but I will come back. You and I, we will have this time together.”

She took hold of his hand and he pressed kisses to her knuckles. Fucking her and leaving wasn’t what he wanted to do. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but he had no choice.

Running a hand down his face, he grabbed his clothes and stepped out of the bedroom. He changed and quickly made his way into the sitting room. Wanda was there, snuggled with Bruno and Ernie.

What he was about to do was dangerous.

He stepped over to her and ran his hands across Wanda’s head. “I love you, girl, but I need you to stay here for me. I need you to take care of my woman for me. To protect her while I’m not here.”

Wanda gave a little whimper. He smiled. This was dangerous. He got to his feet and looked at all three dogs. They’d protect Aria.

He stepped out of Aria’s house, headed toward his truck, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed Bull.

“I’m ready.”

Chapter Eighteen

“This plan is not going to work,” William said.

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