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I ride it out with a jaw so tight I might need dental work when we’re done and I don’t stop the way my spine tingles or my toes actually fucking curl when she moans my name.

“Fin.”

With her body beneath me, perfect and vibrating with a second orgasm that crashes into her, I arch my hips back and slam home.

The roar that rips from my throat would scare even me if I wasn’t instead worried about keeping consciousness and not crushing her as my orgasm wrecks my body. I’m filling the condom, my hips grinding so every last drop is pulled from me.

“Fuck.”

Panting and sweaty, I groan when my hips jut forward a final time and my body threatens to crash down over Cedar’s heaving chest.

I peel my fingers from her dark hair and bite inside my lip when the movement sends shock waves straight to my still hard cock that would rather not leave her warmth.

I could stay inside her forever.

Unhooking my arm from her knee, I let it glide gently back to the bed when she groans and flexes her foot.

I force my body over her leg with a push off of the mattress and allow myself to crash into the comforter I didn’t even bother to pull down.

“Think you can walk, sweetness?” I grumble into the pillow my face is smushed into with muffled words.

“Uh, duh,” Cedar says, but she’s still panting, breathy, and unconvincing.

“Gimme five and I’ll fix that.”

Chapter Nineteen

Cedar

Ilied.

I can’t fucking walk.

And I liked it.

My legs shake like a brand new doe and now I hate the man that’s passed out beside me even more for being the best lay I’ve ever had.

Clenching my jaw, I fight off the aftershocks that threaten to keep me in this bed when I know damn well I shouldn’t have followed him here to begin with.

Reality slams into me, what I’ve done, and my stomach clenches with each passing second I’m on my back next to him.

I left my post to get fucked.

How ridiculous is that?

That’s beyond desperate.

I snuck around my own dad, Peach, and a whole line of people waiting for my work to be inked into their bodies to get laid by a devilishly handsome Rock god.

To get fucked.

My actions are what make me a whore.

Unworthy.

Jeremy just happened to be the one to call me out on it, and I’ve been a fool to ignore that part of myself this whole time. Just blaming him for his bullshit.

He was right all along.

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