She smacked me across the chest, her face reddening with laughter. Ah, God, she made my heart detonate. This girl had me wrapped around her little finger. I moved in a little closer to her and rained more kisses on her face.

“I know what you’re doing,” she murmured against my mouth.

“Yeah, what am I doing?”

“You’re trying to worm your way into my pants.”

“Is that right?”

“I’m not some slut, you know,” she teased.

I nodded. “I know, you’re my slut.”

I gripped those luscious hips and pressed myself against her. Her breaths turned to fast pants almost immediately.

“See, you’re fucking jelly in my hands,” I remarked, grinning as I licked her lips.

“You say that, but it’s really the other way around,” she responded.

I pulled my face back and stared at her. There was no denying what she said. I’d go to the ends of the earth for her.

“Yeah,” I finally acknowledged. “You’re fucking right, babe. I’m jelly in your hands. You own me. You know that too, don’t you?”

She wrapped an arm around my neck and pressed her mouth harder against mine.

“I know that,” she whispered.

I pushed her against the counter and brushed my hand down the front of her body, gripping every curve I could. I rubbed her pussy as I ravaged her mouth and she moaned into me. Always those sweet sounds escaping her lips, making me hard in an instant. I slipped my hand inside the front of her jeans and cupped her. My fingers slid into her already wet folds and she tensed at the invasion, moaning again in my mouth as I felt how ready she was.

I kissed down her neck, sucking hard every few kisses just to draw out more of those delicious sounds. “I need to fuck you,” I whispered desperately.

I expected her to complain about Kayden sleeping in the next room, or to tell me she’d give it to me later. But her hips moved as she rubbed herself against my hand. She wanted it just as badly.

Holy shit, I loved this side of her. She was so fucking loose.

“Hurry,” she let out breathlessly.

Pulling away, I hastily unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her. I kneeled down as I removed them, kissing her smooth legs on my way. My fingers continued to brush her slick slit, and I was tempted to bury my face in between those creamy thighs, but being a parent meant moments like these were short lasting. I had to fuck her now, and fast.

She had that dreamy look in her eyes by the time I stood back up and kissed her again. She gripped my shirt with one hand and pulled down the zipper of my jeans with the other.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” she begged against my parted lips. “I’ll do anything for you. Do you want me to beg you to fuck me?”

Jesus Christ.

See? The second Allie was turned on, there was a whole other side to her.

“No,” I muttered, sliding my tongue along her lips. “I want you to scream for it.”

Her body shook as I swiftly turned her around and bent her over the counter. There’d be no neighbours to hear her through the thin walls this time. We could fuck like rabbits and nobody would hear my woman screaming for it. Her sounds were mine, reserved specifically for my pleasure.

I pulled my cock out and parted her ass. Christ, this ass was bigger than it was before. Removing a condom from my pocket, I quickly slid it on. I leaned over top of her shaking body and bit at her earlobe, whispering, “I adore you, Allison.” I adored her more than she’d ever know.

Standing up straight again, I centred my cock at her entrance and pushed in hard. Don’t treat her like glass, I told myself, remembering her words from before. She wanted it hard. She liked it rough. She wanted me to ravage the shit out of her. I gripped her hips with my hands and forced her against me as she held onto the counter, crying out after every deep slide inside of her.

Her wet warmth was addictive. My cock tasted her pussy like it was made for it. I couldn’t get enough of it. This would never get old, and that’s how I knew something this good was made to last. Every time I took her it felt as exciting and personal as the first.

“Heath, oh, my God,” she moaned my name over and over again. “Heath… Heath…”

It was the sweetest sound. I felt the pleasure course through me as I fucked her fast and hard, hitting her special spot every time. I’d make her sore. I’d make her remember come tomorrow I’d been buried deep inside her. She’d know who she belonged to. It was me.

She was mine.

My fingers dug into her flesh as I growled out my own moans. I felt my spine tingling and a deep pressure building. My hold tightened, and I was sure she was going to bruise, but she didn’t care. No, she screamed out my name, pushing her ass into me. She took me in so deep, and she never relented. She took the harsh thrusts, and she loved the pain mingled with the pleasure. Her whole body began to tense, and I knew she was close. I brought my hand around to her clit and massaged it as I continued slamming into her. She let out a cry followed by a soft moan and fell apart beneath me, quivering as her pussy clenched my dick and forced me to my own pleasure. I came hard inside her and the pleasure made every inch of my body flushed from its intensity.

Fuckin’ hell.

Panting, I gathered her in my arms and collapsed to the ground, resting my back against the wall with her in my lap. The back of her head relaxed between my shoulder and neck. She turned her face to me and laid a kiss on my throat. It was always these tiny acts of affection that broke down my walls.

Love. It consumed me. It made me scared of how far I’d go to give the ones I loved a good life. But Allie… god, she was the one that opened that part of me. She was my endgame. I wanted everything with her. I held her tighter to me, afraid to let her go. I panicked at the thought of going a day without her being mine, and it was that thought alone that prompted me to say, “Marry me.”

In my hold, her entire body froze. Moments passed, but the two hopeful words still clung to us. I waited for her response, and it was fucking me up that she still hadn’t said a word.

“Allie,” I pressed, suddenly wondering what was wrong.

“I… I can’t.” I barely heard her say.

I tried not to feel like my heart had been bulldozed. The bitter taste of rejection was hard to swallow.

“Why?” I wondered aloud. “I’ll never hurt you. Don’t you know that?”