Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

DECLAN

Holy shit, that was fucking amazing. I don’t know where the fuck that came from. We’ve always been passionate, last night the exception, but nothing could have prepared me for that and I fucking did it. I’m still coming inside of her. When I finally stop, I set her down on the floor and kiss her again. I know I said some crazy shit while I fucked her against the wall, but I couldn’t help it.

“Wow,” she whispers, her head resting on my chest. She’s a good six inches shorter than I am. I kiss her and move us toward the couch. Her lips are so swollen; I think as I kiss her again. Her tongue touches mine, and I deepen the kiss.I spin her so her back is to me and run my hands down her back and over her ass. Gripping her hips, I groan as I kick her feet apart. She moans when I drag two fingers up and down her soaking wet cunt before shoving them inside of her pussy from behind. My cock leaks come onto her bare ass and the fucking floor. I rub it into her skin, marking her. I pull my fingers from her and suck them into my mouth.

Groaning at her taste, I grind my cock into her ass.Fuck, I love her ass.

“I’m not fucking done with you yet,” I say, gripping my cock and driving into her. She jerks back against me, meeting me thrust for hard thrust. “Your cunt is so perfect. It’s mine, August. Mine. I don’t want anyone else seeing, tasting, touching what’s mine.” My hands grip her hips hard. I know I’m leaving bruises on her, but I can’t bring myself to care right now.I feel her pussy squeeze my cock as she screams my name. I fill her full of my seed again. My only thought is to fuck this right between us. I’m a mad man right now. I can’t stop. I can’t stop until it’s right…

She’s sound asleep on the living room floor. Her hair is messy, and her skin flushed. She has a sheen of sweat covering her skin. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now. The pile of pillows and blankets we keep there for movie night came in handy when I finally stopped fucking her. While I am completely satisfied and thankfully so is she this time, I can’t help thinking that she’s cheating on me or fallen in love with another man. Everything she’s doing and saying leads me to believe that. I can’t get the thought out of my head. It doesn’t really fucking matter though, I’ll never let her go. She’s mine in every way until I take my very last breath and then I’ll wait for her for whatever comes next.

She moans low in her sleep and rolls over, but it’s not a good moan. The kind of moan that I love to hear from her. It’s as if she’s in pain. I can’t have her sleeping out here all night, so I lift her up into my arms. Not for the first time, I notice how light she feels. Not that she was heavy before, but this is a significant weight loss. If she’s not cheating, is it drugs? Depression? Did finding out that President of the United States is her father freak her out that badly? Did the whole slew of sisters she didn’t know she had send her over the edge? Other than the initial discussion, she hasn’t talked about it all. I want to help her, but I know her well enough to know that unless she asks for it, she doesn’t want it. I lay her down in our bed and stare down at her as she moves fitfully in her sleep.

In the morning. I notice that she’s still in bed when I get up. It’s rare that she sleeps all night. I know something is going on. I need to know what it is, and I need to know now.

This is fucking killing me.