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I’d been waiting at a coffee shop around the corner until she left for her shoot. I’d followed her there, making sure she was alright, dying when she fell and I couldn’t help her up. I’d followed her home, watching her on the house “security” cameras I’d installed for the rest of the day.
Watching as she’d destroyed her scale and actually eaten. I was sure there was more that happened in the bathroom that I couldn’t see. But for once, it felt like maybe they were all good things.
Watching her with the fake lawyer.
Torture.
Even knowing it was fake, I’d had all the emotions watching the feed. Offering her money had even been a part of the plan, because I’d realized one of her hangups was all the money the Shepfields had—or pretended to have—and the way they’d shoved it down her throat, forcing her to be someone she wasn’t. I’d known she would say no, even though I would literally give her all my earthly possessions to make her happy.
I saw when it finally clicked, when she realized that she couldn’t live without me either. She had raced to her car…
But of course, I’d snuck in and removed one of its gaskets after her shoot…so she couldn’t go anywhere.
Linc’s idea, strangely enough.
Using the app I had reinstalled on her phone, I saw when she ordered an Uber. I’d logged into the account and canceled her ride so it didn’t get there before I did.
I’d had a plan for everything. It may have sounded extreme. But I knew my girl. I knew she had to really feel it, she had to feel how much our relationship meant to her. She had to really let go of all the shit that had been holding her back, and come to the decision that she was all in. No matter what.
I was still struggling to believe she was really here though, that I was inside of her, my cock snuggled in her perfect warmth. I’d had moments of doubt, wondering if I really would have to kidnap her away to make her see reason.
Thank fuck it hadn’t come to that.
I definitely would have done it. Linc had sent me the site for the cuffs…
“Ari,” she murmured dreamily, and I brushed a kiss against her lips, because…why not. She was perfection.
I couldn’t help but start to move, the ring making my tip so sensitive I could orgasm almost instantly if I let myself.
She stirred again, and I really wanted to see those gorgeous eyes of hers, even if she could use some more sleep.
“Baby, let me fuck you,” I purred, and her eyes slowly blinked open as I lazily thrusted in and out of her. I’d never get enough. I knew that.
“Feels so good,” she whispered as I rolled my body, expertly keeping us connected because I was an awesome sex god, until I was laying on my back and she was staring down at me. Her hair was kissing the skin on my chest as she bounced on top of me. I watched, fascinated, as my cock stretched her pink, wet pussy, sucking me in, swallowing every inch as I thrust into her, unable to stop myself from taking over.
“Touch yourself, sunshine,” I murmured, groaning as she obediently slid her hands across her dusty pink nipples, tugging on them as she stared down at me like my darkest fantasy come to life. I played with her clit while she played with her glorious breasts, and I was so close to coming, it physically hurt.
“Please come for me, sweetheart,” I begged as she fucked herself faster on my shaft, withdrawing all the way to the tip before slamming back down. It was so fucking good. Her breasts were bouncing up and down, the feel of her was outrageous. I was more convinced than ever that she was made just for me.
I was on the edge of dying when she started to come, a rosy blush spreading across her skin, soft gasps falling from her lush mouth.
Fuck.
I pulled myself out of her, flipping her to her back as I fucked my hand. In just a second I was coming, my cum coating her smooth skin. I stared at it for a second, admiring it as I took a mental picture, before I spread it all over her stomach and her breasts, softly licking at her nipple before I spread more cum on her chest.
There. All better.
I decide right then and there to coat her in my cum every day. I couldn’t stitch us together, so this seemed like a good alternative.
“Ari, I love you,” she whispered, another tear slipping down her skin.
I licked it up, wanting every part of her I could get.
The way she said it was different now, like she’d finally found her peace with it—the fact that she’d found her soulmate at ten, and that I’d made sure we were reunited. I’d do anything to keep us together forever.
“I love you so much it hurts,” I told her, and it was the truth. Our love was a living, breathing, painful thing.
Because having someone else own your soul was always going to be a painful,beautifulexperience.
