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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

FORD

I don’t know where to look first.

Her eyes—darkened with lust and desire.

Her breasts—hard and poking through the black lace that I both love and loathe because it’s hiding her perfect body from me.

Her pussy—where the evidence of her arousal stares at me in the form of a damp spot that matches the one on the front of my briefs.

“Fuck, love,” I growl.

I still can’t believe the little minx made me come in my pants. I should be embarrassed, and I would be if I wasn’t so fucking proud of her for taking what she wanted.

Just the thought of that and the sight of her is enough to make my cock take notice again. It’s half hard already, and I guarantee that after a few minutes between her legs, I’ll be ready to deliver on my promise.

And God do I want to.

Usually, I have a one-track mind when it comes to fucking. It was sex—nothing more and nothing less. But with Juliet, it goes beyond that. I want to make love to her body. I want to find out what thrusts make her shudder and what angles make her cry out my name.I want to be buried so deep inside her we have to question where she ends, and I begin.

“Lose the bra,” I order as I hook my fingers in the waist of her thong and yank the fabric down her legs.

She arches her back and reaches under, unsnapping it in one fluid flick of her fingers before she shrugs it off, revealing her rosy pink nipples.

I almost lean in and return the favor of sucking her soul through them, but I refrain because, while I love her breasts, her pussy is my second home.

Tugging off my dirty boxers, Juliet licks her lips as my cock bounces free.

“Please, Ford,” she whines, squirming under my gaze.

I lower myself onto my elbows and shimmy between her legs so my lips are inches from her slick folds. “Begging isn’t going to help you this time, love.” Not when her pussy lips are parted and glistening right in front of me. But fuck do I love when she begs. “But I’ll tell you what. Give me everything you’ve got—I mean, suffocate me until you are on the edge—and I promise I’ll make your pussy sing with my cock.”

She shivers. Actually shivers, followed by a whimpered, “Deal.”

God, I love bartering with her.

I flatten my tongue and part her lips, savoring the moan that escapes when I flick her clit and the way she arches her back, thrusting her tits in the air.

“That’s it, love,” I purr against her pussy. “Play with your nipples. Imagine they’re my hands rewarding you for being such a good girl.”

She takes the tight nubs between her fingers, rolling them in time with the laps of my tongue on her slit.

“Yes,” she mutters between soft mewls. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Her sounds and words spur me on, making my heart race and my dick pulse with need. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of those sounds.

Juliet whines as I slip a finger inside her, and her thighs whip up, cradling my head between them.

Yes, love. That’s it. Smother me .

As if she can read my mind, Juliet tangles a hand in my hair and presses my face to her pussy, bucking her hips against my lips.

Adding a second finger, I curl them and flutter against the spot most men pretend to understand but only ever dream of finding.

“Fuuuck,” Juliet cries out. “Ford, I’m close. So close.”

I hum against her clit, dreaming of the way her tight pussy is going to strangle my cock as she comes undone.

“Almost there, love. Just hold on for me a little longer. I’m almost hard.”

It’s a bold face lie—I’m painfully hard and curled up so my cock doesn’t accidentally brush the pillows and unload itself—but I want her to wait. I want Juliet to explode when I take her. I need her to feel my soul bleed for hers. Because once this happens, I’m not sure I can go back.

Fuck, why am I thinking about this?

Tomorrow.

Grown-up decisions tomorrow.

I work my lips and tongue in time with my fingers, and she pushes back with her hips, desperate for release.

“I can’t—I can’t stop it,” she pants.

I act quick, pulling my fingers from her and sliding between her legs. I drop my cock on her pussy, savoring the gasp as the tip lands on her clit.

Juliet’s eyes lock with mine. “Please.”

“Are you sure?” I ask one final time, giving her the option to tell me to fuck off with my ideas of forever.

She nods. “Make me yours.”

Fuck me.

Insanity takes over, because I’ve never pulled back and slid into a woman so quickly before, sheathing myself to the hilt.

“Mine,” I growl at the same time Juliet cries out, and the orgasm she was chasing takes over her body in a whirlwind of shudders and shakes. “You were made for me, Juliet.”

Her pussy tightens around me in response to my words, pulsing in time with the beat of my heart.

God, she’s magnificent. Perfect. Everything and more.

Juliet continues to thrust her hips, and I piston mine to meet hers, letting her use my cock as her means of pleasure.

It’s quick and dirty, and quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

When the waves start to recede, I lower myself to my elbows and press my forehead to hers. “Say it again.”

“What?” Her voice is full of whimsy and lust.

“Say you’re mine.”

Seconds pass like minutes as I wait, desperate to hear those words.

Juliet smiles and lifts herself to press a kiss to my lips. “I’m yours, Ford.”

My dick twitches inside her, and she lets out a laugh.

“That laugh,” I rasp, rolling my hips forward in long languid strokes. “Do you know what that laugh does to me? Really any sound you make, but especially your laugh.”

“Tell me.”

“I live for them.” Stroke. “They undo me and remind me you’re here.” Stroke “And now that you’ve said you’re mine, I don’t think any other sound will ever make my dick as hard as it is right now.”

“Well then,” she says, not missing a beat. “Let’s see if crying your name will make you come harder than before.”

My hips sputter. “Fuck, Juliet, where did that mouth come from?”

“Someone taught me it’s okay to say the inside thoughts sometimes.”

I dip my lips to hers and whisper against them. “Yes, please.”

“Now make love to me, baby.”

“With pleasure.”

I capture her lips with mine, and this time when I piston my hips, it’s nothing like before. My strokes aren’t quick or frantic. They’re deep, pointed and unhurried, meant to leave a mark within and communicate all the things I haven’t been able to with words.

“Oh God,” Juliet whimpers against my lips.

“Ford,” I growl. “My name is Ford.”

“Fuck, Ford.”

She mewls as I look between us and watch her take every inch of my cock.

“Look at us,” I grunt. “How we fit together like you were made for me.”

Juliet cranes her neck, gasping when she sees me slide deep inside her.

“Ford,” she moans my name again, “I’m close. It’s right there.”

“I’ve got you, love.” I reach my hand between us to tease her swollen clit, knowing damn well as soon as I touch it, she’ll clench around me and I’m done for.

“Fuck, Ford!” she cries out the second my fingers touch her, and just as I predicted, my balls tighten, and the base of my spine begins to tingle.

Picking up my pace, I thrust into her tight pussy, despite the damn thing trying to force me out.

“Right there, don’t stop, Ford.” Juliet pants, over and over.

Not even a freight train barreling toward me could stop me.

“Juliet,” I moan, trying to stave off the inevitable as long as I can to make sure she’s there. “I’m going to?—”

“Yes, come with me baby!” she screams, digging her nails into my forearms.

Stars dance in my vision as she clenches down like a vise, and it feels as though my entire body is being ripped apart and reorganized into something new.

Something hers.

And all I can think is how this is so much better than anything that’s come before—anything I could have ever dreamed of.

When my vision finally clears, I slip from inside her and collapse into the pillows, careful not to smoosh Juliet.

She lets out a slow measured breath. “That was...”

“Yeah, it was.”I roll over and press a kiss to her temple. “Come here.”

I open my arms and make space for her, which she takes advantage of immediately. Snuggling into my chest, she lets out a sigh.

“You want to talk about it?” I ask.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” Juliet huffs a laugh and worry claws at me.

“What can I say? That was a lot, even for me. And I know we said we’d let reality in tomorrow, but I need you to know now that I’m falling for you, but that doesn’t change that you have a choice.” Even if it would kill me to watch you leave.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” She tips her chin up so I can see half her face. “And for the record, I think I’m falling for you too.”

I almost ask her to say it again, but when she lets loose a yawn, I decide falling for me is enough until morning.

“Let’s go to bed,” I say.

“What about dessert?”

Fuck. She’s right.

She worked so damn hard on making tonight perfect for me.

I gently untangle myself from her and go fix us up two s’mores, roasting the marshmallows over the small grill she set up.

When I return, Juliet is still lounging naked and beautiful in the pillows, candlelight dancing over her skin. I love that she feels comfortable enough not to need to cover up.

She watches with anticipation as I take my first bite.

Chocolate sweetness bursts on my tongue mixed with gooey marshmallow and the crunch of the homemade graham crackers. I let loose a moan which brings a full smile to Juliet’s lips.

“This is quite possibly the best s’more I’ve ever had.”

Juliet wipes away the stray bit of melted chocolate left on the corner of my mouth and licks it from her finger. “It’s the secret ingredient.”

“I swear if you say love, I won’t make you come again tonight.”

“Then I won’t say it, but you’ll know.”

I laugh as she takes a bite of her own s’more and sighs.

Happy.

Content.

Mine.

“Let’s put away everything so Lodhi doesn’t get it, and then I want you in my bed tonight.”

“Do I get to come?”

“As many times as you want.”

“Deal.”