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“I know, Tylar, I know what you want. I want it too.” He rose up, spreading my legs with his knees, and positioned himself between them. He put his hand on his cock and leaned forward, straightening his legs out. He guided his shaft inside of me, slowly and gently filling me. I moaned with pleasure, reveling in the feel of him. My arms wrapped around him, drawing him closer. His thrusts were slow and gentle. Trey was taking his time, pleasuring me with his love and his passion. He rocked his hips back and forth, fully and deeply inside me. I arched my back, flexing my hips, meeting his thrusts with total abandonment. I moaned against his lips, my orgasm building.
“God, I love being inside of you, Tylar,” he breathed against my lips. “I love making love to every part of you. I love knowing that you're mine.”
My hands moved lower to his buttocks as he started lifting up and rotating his hips. I relished feeling his muscles flex with each thrust. Our rhythm was perfect, but then it always had been. I could feel my muscles clenching him. Trey moaned with every thrust as he came closer to the edge.
“Does that feel good? Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”
“Oh, Trey” I mewled, my orgasm ready to unfold, “this is so hot, please don’t stop.”
“That’s it Tylar,” he crooned softly, “That’s my girl.” He rocked back and forth into me, again and again. His kisses were now becoming more urgent and hungry; his tongue swirled with mine as he moaned huskily against my mouth. The headboard softly banged against the wall in rhythm with our thrusting. Nothing outside of our two-person world registered in my mind, it was devoid of everything apart from Trey and the love we made at this moment. He whispered his love for me again and again as I met each thrust.
Somewhere in another world I could hear the sound of raised voices, arguing, slamming doors. I pushed it from my mind. All that mattered was the unraveling of my orgasm, Trey’s perfect thrusts, my pulsating G-spot begging for release. His rhythm picked up just a bit as we prepared for our final descent into mutual ecstasy. He was the master pilot of my body, an expert on my instrumentation.
Our door suddenly flew open, the overhead light flashed on. A female voice screeched at us. “Oh my God! Is that all you two ever do? Fuck like rabbits? How in the hell is anyone else supposed to sleep with you two next door? Find a fucking motel!”
What the hell?
Trey was up and off the bed in an instant, standing there in all of his erected glory. I watched in horror as Caroline stared at Trey. Her eyes widened as they lowered to the expanse of his fully erect cock that was glistening with my wetness. She didn’t attempt to look away from it. Trey furiously pointed at the door.
“God damn it! Get the fuck out of here, Caroline!” he yelled. She tried to gain some composure, obviously very drunk. “Nigel! Come get your fucking wife!”
Oh God! Trey is going to wake the whole house!
I buried myself under the covers, sobbing uncontrollably. I'd never felt so humiliated and disrespected. Trey angrily slammed and locked our bedroom door. I could hear Nigel trying to shush Caroline in the hallway. She was relentless.
“Maybe if you were hung like your baby brother, Nigel, I’d be pregnant by now,” she hissed. I heard the sound of a slap.
“You son of a bitch!” she shrieked. I wasn’t sure who slapped whom.
Oh my God. I'm going to be sick.
Trey was at the side of the bed, trying to coax me out from under the covers. I felt the bile rise up in my throat. I threw the covers back and ran naked into the bathroom. I slammed the lid back against the toilet tank and sank to my knees. I leaned over and vomited violently into the toilet. Trey was there, holding my hair back as I continued to heave and retch.
“I’m so sorry baby,” he said, wiping my face with a washcloth, “this is entirely my fault. I should have locked that goddamn door. I'm so, so sorry.”
By the time I was done vomiting, I had a searing headache. I wasn’t sure that I could even take anything for it. Trey dressed me in my panties and pajamas. I remained in a silent stupor. He led me back to the bedroom, lifting me up into the bed, pulling the covers up around me. He found his drawstring pants on the floor, pulling them up over his nakedness. He brought me a glass of water and he pressed a damp washcloth to my forehead. Trey climbed up in the bed on top of the covers. He lay on his side, keeping the cold compress on my forehead, gently pushing my hair back behind my ears.
“Tylar are you going to talk to me?” he asked gently, his eyes filled with remorse and concern. My voice quivered with shame and embarrassment. I didn’t understand why I should be feeling those things.
“We can’t stay with her here in this house,” I moaned, tears spilling again. “I can’t face any of your family after what happened tonight. Please, Trey!”
“Tylar,” he said, leaning over me, “it’s after midnight on Christmas morning. There's no place to take you right now. Everything will be all right. I promise. That bitch won’t speak another word to you. I’ll talk to Nigel right now if you want.”
“No,” I said, sharply, “don’t leave me, Trey. Besides, I think Nigel has his hands full.”
“Try and sleep, sweetie. I’m right here and I’m not going to sleep until I know that you can, okay?”
I nodded, closing my swollen eyes.
“I love you, Tylar. Please forgive me for her.”
“I love you Trey. I don’t blame you for this,” I sniffled, placing his hand against my cheek.
CHAPTER 51
I slowly woke on Christmas morning with Trey curled around me. The body heat he generated was making me almost uncomfortable. My empty stomach growled. I tried to carefully scoot out from under Trey without disturbing him. He looked so handsome and innocent when he slept. I wasn’t sure where the innocence came from, certainly not from his sexual boldness. Then the replay of the previous night came crashing down around me.
“Oh noooo,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to force the images from my mind. Trey stirred, opening his eyes and immediately turning to me.
