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I push my cock deeper, eliciting a moan from her.

That shut her up.

I laugh and she narrows her pretty blue eyes.

Then I kept fucking her slow and gentle torturing both of us.

Ella squirms with each thrust of my cock. And due to the angle, her clit is being dragged along my pubic bone with each stroke, causing her to tighten every time my cock hits the right spot. “Oh, wow, you— that feels so good,” she squeezes her eyes shut and throws her head back. “Yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”

I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I was too high on this drug that is Ella Kenton.

Without warning, I pull out of her pussy, my dick coated in all her juices before I drive back in so goddamn deep her thighs tremble. “Fuck, yes. Take my cock.” I take her by the hips and start to move, driving in and out of her perfect wet cunt. The view of her pretty pussy being split wide by cock has my balls tightening, and pleasure like I’ve never experienced before took to zipping up and down my spine. “You’re my good girl. So good.” Praise spilled from my mouth and it only made her tighten more around me. So she likes it when I call her my good girl.

She was my good girl and not only when I had my cock inside of her. She was good in every way. She was sure as fuck too good for me.

This kind and lovely girl who’d invaded not only my world but my heart and made them her home.

Ella jolts forward, a moan ripping free as I am seated to the hilt.

Losing my mind with the need to take her like a wild animal, I tighten my grip on her thighs, hoisting her hips off the hay bale. And I fuck her like there is no tomorrow. “Harder!” she begs, arms straining, breasts jiggling as I take her hard and fast. “Shaw, harder, please!” I do as she begs. I fuck her dirty and rough and claim her pussy exactly as she wants.

And all through it all, it feels like it’s never enough. I fear there might never come a time when I could ever have enough of this woman.

Space Note

“Stars were some of the earliest objects to form the early universe.”— S

Chapter

Twenty-Six

I LOVE YOU MAYBE

Ella

“Everything’s better with you.” – E

“You don’t have to do this,” Shaw says from across the kitchen island, where he is perched on a stool surrounded by baking ingredients and equipment. The aroma of chocolate fills the air.

We are baking chocolate cupcakes and cake pops.

“I know I don’t,” I reply, cracking an egg and dropping it into the large bowl. “I want to. It’ll brighten the kids’ day. You’ll see. Now keep whisking.” I point towards his bowl.

I glance over at him.

Shaw shakes his head, as if he finds me hilarious. God, he looks so handsome. His tousled blonde hair, still damp from a recent shower, frames his face in a way that makes him look effortlessly attractive. The morning light coming through the kitchen window casts a soft glow on his features, accentuating the strong lines of his jaw and the sparkle in his eyes.

A sparkle that weeks ago wasn’t there. I can’t believe how far he has come, and sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.

This morning, after waking up in his arms, feeling grateful and with my heart full, I feel the impulse to share this happiness with others. So, after searching online for charities around town, I came across a place called Rainbow Refuge, a safe haven for little kids.

“She would have loved you, you know,” he whispers as he moves the bowl filled with mix to the side and starts working on icing some of the cupcakes. Before him lies a miniature pink cupcake, its surface glistening with a delicate layer of pink frosting. I watch in awe as he delicately applies tiny sugar stars to the top.

My heart aches when I realize who he is talking about.

His mother.

Stopping what I am doing, I give him my full attention. “You think so?” I smile sadly at him, hating how much he still hurts.