Keeping Her Close by Rayne O'Gara

Author:Rayne O'Gara [O'Gara, Rayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JK Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2014-11-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

One month later…

“Please, Mark. I need you.”

The raging inferno that is my body, is out of control. Nails scratching the skin down his back in desperation, I stop my descent to cling my hands on his sculpted ass. I try desperately to make him move faster, harder. He drives me insane. Every time, the same slow thrust and retreat, making me beg him, before he finally gives me what I need.

It’s too much. I snap my head forward and sink my teeth into the hard muscle of his neck, clamping down hard enough to leave impressions behind. He knows now how I’ve had enough and the need I have to finish. Releasing an almost enraged snarl, I have come to know as extreme arousal, he holds back no longer.

Mark’s hard cock pounds mercilessly into my swollen folds as he increases his tempo. I tightly climax around him almost immediately, screaming out my completion. Three more quick hip jerks from him has him stiffen on top of me, lost in his own release.

On the bed next to one another with only our arms touching, we come down from heaven together. I roll off and make my way to the bathroom on still wobbly legs caused by my powerful orgasm.

I know the drill. The first night of our arrangement set the tone of the schedule. Grease, a quick clean of his house, dinner, then his bedroom for mind numbing pleasure before a quick shower, dressing, my house, fall asleep. Every night I leave with his ‘text me when you get home’ ringing in my ears. My body gives a little shiver at that. I still can feel the burn of his handprints on my ass from when I forgot to send that text. That day, that day the schedule changed. He had me bent over the kitchen counter and my pants down around my knees before I even knew he was there. The fast and furious sex that followed still sets my toes to curling at the thought. Maybe I will ‘forget’ again just so I can get a repeat performance.

Merging into light highway traffic, I make it home to my small Catoosa apartment in good time. Once inside I kick off my shoes, grab my own beer, and plop down on my own couch, mirroring Mark, scowling at the blank TV screen in front of me. Why do I always feel disappointed when I get home? Oh yeah, that’s right, I answer myself with a snort. Because no matter what I rage in my head, my heart trips over itself every time I see, hear, God even smell him. I know what we have will never be more, but dammit all to Hell! I really never understood that saying ‘the heart wants what it wants’ until now. No pep talk, reprimands, pleading, or begging has changed its tune. I’m falling…and I’m not sure I like it very much.

My head screams at me to leave. Leave and get as far away as possible.

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