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His hard dick was still right up against my ass cheeks but not penetrating me yet.
“I can’t wait to watch my cock moving in and out of you and come inside you again.”
He pushed into me without warning, hot and wet friction, the beautiful burn igniting a fire inside of me.
“I missed this, baby.” He groaned as he went balls deep. “So fucking much.”
“Me too.” I panted as my walls clenched around him.
“I don’t want to need you like this, but I do.” He pumped into me faster.
“It’s okay,” I gasped.
“I hate myself, but I fuckinglovethis too much.” He pulled out and then thrust in harder. “You own me, Carly, but I don’t feel like you could ever be mine.”
Thrust.
“I am yours,” I mumbled. “I missed you so much, Josh.”
Thrust.
“I missed you, too, baby. Gonna so go to hell for this, but I don’t give a fuck right now. I need you too damn much. I’m done trying to pretend like I don’t.”
He circled my clit again as he moved in and out of me. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“It doesn’t hurt. I can take it.”
His balls slapped against me as he took my words to heart. It had never been this intense, this beautifully rough.
He bit my shoulder lightly. “Carly…” His body spasmed as a rush of hot cum filled me. “Fuck, I can’t stop this. It’s too much. I had to come.”
My own climax soared through me a few seconds later, pulse after pulse of pure ecstasy shooting through my core until the rhythm of our movements tapered.
He fingered me after we came down from our orgasms. “I love feeling my cum inside of you.” Josh gently kissed my back and lingered behind me as I continued to lean against the wall, sated. “Love seeing it drip out of you even more,” he rasped.
Out of breath, I murmured, “Josh… I…”
“What, baby?”
“I don’t know what to do with you.”
“I know what you can do.” He turned me around and placed his forehead against mine. “Take me to bed, so we can do this again. Because I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
CHAPTER 33
JOSH
I’D NEEDED TOstay in Chicago a little over two weeks.
The long drive back to New Hampshire was exhausting, but since I wanted to bring my car, I drove rather than flying. Let’s just say, that had given me a hell of a lot of time to think—mainly about the fact that I didn’t want Carly to leave. And I needed to let her know that without seeming like a selfish asshole. At the same time, asking her to stay would mean asking her to give up her life in California. It would also mean me committing to her in a way that would disregard my vow not to betray Brad.
In my heart, I knew I couldn’t stop the way I felt about her just because I thought I should. I would’ve given anything to have a real conversation with Brad about this, to truly know where he stood. But I’d never know, despite the fact that I’d prayed for him to send me a clue.
I had about five miles to go before arriving in Woodsboro. As I passed through the neighboring town of Shearborn, I noticed a sign in the distance.
St. Francis Abbey: Home of the Trappist Monks of St. Francis
It was a beautiful compound in the middle of a large, grassy field, set back atop a hill. With multiple buildings attached to one another, there was also a big cathedral off to the side.Wow.This was the place Wayne had donated all that money to. How had I never noticed this property in all of the years I’d lived in this area?