Page 56 of Fight for Forever
It makes me feel fucking amazing, then I remember it means I don’t get to do this every fucking day. One taste of her will never be enough. God damn, why did I agree to this fight?
Her hand skates over my ribs and across my stomach. When it reaches my dick, she touches the head, her fingers dancing down the length. It hardens in her hand as she works it up and down.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I say, rolling my neck.
“Yeah?” she asks seductively. I like this version of Meg. I love that she’s showing it to me.
My hips rise so my dick thrusts firmer into her hand. “Yeah.”
“How about this?” she sits up and moves her hand faster.
“I can think of something better.” I arch a brow.
She stops and I don’t hide my disappointment. But it morphs into another grin when she reaches for the condom. I lie still as she rolls it over me and then lifts so that she is straddling my legs. I hold on to her thighs, my eyes heavy with lust as they take her in. Lifting, she reaches behind her, holding my dick steady as she begins to lower on to me.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and I watch my dick disappearing into her, until her thighs are fully settled on mine. I reach up and cup both of her breasts and her eyes pop open. Then she moves, slowly, sensually rolling her hips.
“Ah, fuck, yes,” I growl. “That’s it, fucking ride me, Kitten. Take my dick.”
Her eyes widen and I realize I just got a little more talkative than I did the first time. But she clenches around me and presses herhands against my chest, lifting and lowering faster, rolling her hips harder.
She liked it. Fuck yes.
Reality soon comes knocking at the fucking door, as it so often does.
We spent the whole night together, then after breakfast, we returned to her room to get ready to leave but ended up in the shower, with me holding her pressed up against the tiles, grinding into her so hard I think a few brain cells exploded.
She talked and laughed a lot more on the way back to New York and invited me up when we got back to her place. She has a very comfortable bed, I can attest to that.
Then she needed to get ready for work, so I offered to drive her. It was like neither one of us wanted to separate from the other. I’ve never fucking felt that with any woman before. But Megan is different.
She is fragile and vulnerable, but I have never known a woman as beautiful or strong.
I’m looking forward to seeing where she works, even if she has been a little quieter since we got back in the car. I hope it’s not because she thinks I’m going to judge her for where she works. I’m about to point out that Angelina has a restaurant and there is nothing wrong with working at one when my phone rings.
It’s Sam. He rarely calls. The last time he did was to give me the fucking awful news about Jenna and Meg. Shit, is something wrong?
“This will just take a second,” I tell her.
“That’s fine,” she smiles and looks back out of the window.
I don’t like how her hands are twisting in the skirt of her uniform. God, the last thing I want her to do is think there is anything wrong with what she does for a living.
“Hey, what’s up?” I’m about to tell him I’m not alone, but he barrels on without even greeting me.
“Have heard what that fucker has done?” he snaps.
Megan flinches and I turn to her. Sam is a good guy, but he can be abrupt. I’m not sure how much she had to do with him when she used to come to the gym. Sam rarely hangs around where people are just there to work out. He made an exception for Jenna because he saw her talent and he wanted to nurture that. Plus, Jenna is outgoing and friendly, and I suspect she cajoled Sam into helping her rather than him voluntarily doing it at the start.
There is also no need to ask who he is talking about.
“This isn’t a good time, Sam.”
“Then why the fuck did you answer the call?”
“Because I thought it might be important.”
“This is important.”