“What in the world would you be sorry for?” I ask her, walking back over to her and taking her small form in my arms. She falls into me, her cries shaking her body as she lets out eight years of trauma. “You have nothing to be sorry about,” I tell her, squeezing her tighter and lifting her off the wall.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks, lifting her head off my shoulder.
“I’m taking you to your room.”
“Let me walk, then! There are still people working the front desk—it’s embarrassing. I’m a mess.”
“Let them look,” I tell her. “Tell me how to get to your room.”
“I need you to look at me, and I need you to hear me,” I tell her as we lie down on the bed and I roll my body on top of hers. She looks up at me, her eyes still swollen and red but no longer leaking tears. I gently push some of the hair out of her face.
“I’m listening,” she says, giving me her full attention.
“What he did to you wasn’t your fault, and it makes me hate him, not you. I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you since I first saw you dancing around in your yard to Britney Spears, your pigtails bouncing around in your face.” She laughs and wipes at her face. “I understand why you didn’t tell me, but I wish you had.”
“I was scared and ashamed,” she says softly.
“I know,” I tell her, kissing her cheeks.
She moves her head to the side and captures my mouth in a kiss. It quickly deepens, her hips reaching up to move against my own while her fingers thread through my hair.
“No more secrets,” I tell her.
“I promise,” she says, pulling me back to her mouth.
“Again?” I ask her as my cock begins to harden against her. I remind myself to give him props later for keeping up with her tonight.
“Again,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Make me forget anyone before you. Make me forget him. Ruin me for anyone else but you, Wes.”
I growl, shoving her dress up. She lifts her hips and then her arms as I slide it off her and throw it on the floor. Her entire body is bare to me, and my mouth descends on every square inch of it. I lick and suck and bite my way across her flesh, leaving marks in my wake as she moans with each one.
I kneel and flip her over, pulling her hips into the air. She arches back, and I palm and knead her ass, spreading her open for me. She’s already wet and glistening as I run the head of my cock through her slit.
“Ready to be ruined, Little Doe?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
She pushes back on me as I line up with her center. She’s so wet and warm as I slide inside of her easily, her cunt pulling me in like a glove. Our moans mix together as I fit myself completely inside of her. My hand runs up her back until I can grip her hair. She fists the bedsheets as I pull out and slam back home, yanking on her hair as I do.
The noise that comes out of her mouth urges me on. I pull out completely and line up again, slamming into her so hard that her entire body lurches forward.
“Again,” she begs.
I oblige, pulling out and crashing back into her, feeling her cervix with the tip of my dick. My blood heats as I do it again and again, pleasure ripping through my body like a fucking hurricane.
“I will be the only one to ever touch you again,” I say, landing a hard smack on her ass, watching with pleasure as it turns bright red. “You’re mine.” Another slap. “Mine.” Another slap. “I will fuck you so good every day for the rest of your life—” I pause, landing another hard smack on her enflamed cheek. “—that you’ll never have to think of him again.’
“Fuck,” she whimpers, meeting each thrust I give her by fucking herself back onto my cock. It’s the most beautiful sight I think I’ve ever seen. Her hair is wild around her head, her ass is red, and the soft skin of her back has a sheen of sweat covering it that I yearn to taste. I can see everything from this angle, and my balls tighten at the way her pussy stretches around me and seems to suction around my length with each pull.
I lean forward, wrapping one arm around her chest, and my other under her hips to play with her clit. Pulling her flush against my chest, I pull us both back, hitting a completely new angle inside of her that has her rolling her hips as I tease her clit.
“Right there.” Her voice is breathy and sends electricity straight to my dick.
“Like this, baby?” I breathe against her skin as we keep the same rhythm, her head falling back on my shoulder with a moan. I’m barely holding on by a thread, thinking of anything that will help me last until she’s finished. She just feels so fucking perfect wrapped around me.