Page 26 of Imperfections Forbidden

“This is my pussy, Cat.Mine.”

“Yes, Nick, yes.”

“This dick is yours, fucking yours.”

“Yes, no one else’s.”

“Yes, fuck, Cat, fuck.”

My walls grip around him, squeezing tight.I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.He slams into me one last time, and I explode like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

“Hold on, babe, I’m coming.”

He’s still moving inside me, riding me hard, when I hear him scream his release seconds later.His hands around my waist dig into my skin almost painfully, holding me up.I can’t hold myself up any longer and we fall onto the bed, still linked.I feel his weight on top of me and the sweat from our bodies.He kisses me on my shoulder, moves my hair to the side of my back, and kisses me on my neck, sucking the spot around his lips, soothing it with his tongue.

I’m so weak, but I know what he’s doing.“Nick, don’t do that, someone might see it.”

A contented sigh is his only response, running his hand against the side of my ass up my side stroking the side of my breast.He gets up to get rid of the condom.I’m half asleep when he comes back and puts the covers over me.He puts his hand across my back and massages me.

“Was I too rough?Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.It was all good.”

“I got a little carried away.”

“You can get carried away anytime you want.”

He kisses me on the tip of my nose.“Good.I will.”

I giggle, and he smiles brushing my hair behind my ears.I’m drifting into sleep and when my eyes close, I hear him say,

“I love you, Catherine Reed.”

Nick

“What up, bro?”

My brother Gage is sitting in the kitchen, one foot propped up on my table, drinking a beer.

“What the hell are you doing here?You ever hear of knocking, or calling before you come over?”I slap his foot off the table and take a beer from the pack on the table.

“Hey, man, I called you.I can hear why you didn’t answer, though.Shit, if it was as good as it sounded, I wouldn’t answer either.”

“Shut up and keep it down.She’s sleeping.”

“She should be, the hurt you were putting on her.”

I give him a murderous look.“Watch it.”

“Hey, damn touchy, aren’t we?You usually don’t care.Who is she?”

“Never mind.Where have you been?”

He shrugs and leans back in the chair, relaxed as usual.“Chilling.Thanks for helping Logan out.”