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|Without Me(Men of Inked #7) by Chelle Bliss|
“Can you take me home, Anthony? I’m tired and want to lie down.” She peered down at the ground and squeezed me.
“Sure, but I’m staying with you. I need to hold you.” I wanted to curl into a ball and bring her into my cocoon.
Before she could respond, I crushed my lips to hers. I inhaled her scent, the cherry lip gloss she’d used over her lipstick to give it the shine. I didn’t care about that, but I enjoyed the smell and taste. The fullness of her lips on mine sent the expected sparks of electricity through my body.
By the time I broke the kiss, her breathing was ragged. I needed to bury myself inside her and get lost in the feel of our bodies together. It would help block everything else out and make it about us in that moment. There would be no illness, no future, just our bodies connected and working as one.
As I opened the door, I said, “I love you, Max, and I’m here to stay.”
She just smiled, sliding into the seat before staring out the front window. I needed to remind her of the happy things in life.
No longer did I live life for me. Now, it was about us.
The man wouldn’t take no for an answer.
I’d given him a final chance of bowing out of the entire clusterfuck that was my future. He refused, pressing forward and dropping to one knee. When he did, my knees became weak.
Never in my life did I think he’d propose. Especially since we hadn’t known each other for that long. I couldn’t even form a coherent thought when I realized what he was saying to me.
I know the doctor said I was negative, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someday I’d face the same fate as my father. Maybe in time I’d feel at ease and be able to believe that I’d have my happy ending.
Anthony made me want to believe it was true. The impossible now felt probable, and for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful.
No one knows their future, but it doesn’t cripple them and stop them from finding their happiness. Why should I let it stop me? I needed to live my life one day at a time, loving Anthony, and being truly happy. I’d lived long enough with the cloud over my head.
Max and I had been going back and forth about marriage since the day we’d received the results. Months ago, she hadn’t wanted a boyfriend, but I hadn’t given up and eventually got my way. Getting her to agree to be my wife was a much harder fight. Being who I was, I was willing to stick with it until the end. I wouldn’t give up.
“Say yes,” I commanded her through gritted teeth. “Say it.” I slammed my dick into her. Fuck, she felt so damn good.
If I could have done it, I’d have stayed this way, with our bodies connected. There wasn’t an hour of the day that I didn’t think of her pussy, the feel, smell, and taste of it.
“No!” she said, shaking her head.
Max was in front of me, bent over on all fours. Her beautiful ass was on full display as I pulled out. I couldn’t help but glance down and watch my cock as it moved in and out of her.
“Max, you know what I want to hear!” I rubbed both cheeks with my palms, caressing them as I waited for her response.
“No!” she yelled into the mattress.
My hand came down hard on her tender flesh. A loud crack echoed through the room as she howled.
“Say it, Kitty Cat. Whose pussy is this?” I kept rhythm, trying to keep her on the edge both mentally and physically until she relented.
Her side profile was visible over her shoulder as she sank down into the bed, but she kept her ass in the air. Then she sealed her eyes shut as she whispered, “Yours.”
“Louder. I couldn’t hear you. Whose?” I gripped her hips.
“Yours!” she screamed as I drove my rock-hard shaft into her wetness.
“Whose woman are you?” I trailed one hand down her spine, running my fingertips over each bone.
“Yours!” she called out before she sucked in a breath.
Seeing her this way, with my cock inside her and at my mercy, was such a heady feeling. I felt drunk on lust and power with her beneath me.
I pulled all the way out, hovering over her opening. “Whose wife are you going to be?” I figured that, maybe if I threw it in during the heat of passion, she’d finally say yes. I wouldn’t let her forget it, either.
When she didn’t respond, I released her hip and smacked her ass harder on the same exact spot I’d struck earlier.
“Ouch,” she cried as she tried to crawl forward.
I didn’t let her get away, dragging her back with a tight grip on her hips. I peppered her back with kisses until her body sagged into the mattress.
“Say you’ll be my wife, Max.” It was the only thing in the world I wanted to hear.
I slid my fingers between her legs, creating a V. I stroked her clit as I pounded into her. Her pussy contracted as the orgasm began to build inside her.
Just as her breathing changed, I cupped her sex and waited. I wouldn’t let her come until she gave in and said yes. No fucking way would I give her that pleasure without hearing those words.
“I can’t,” she whined as she wiggled, trying to get friction from my fingers.
I still fucking hated that phrase. It was worse than no.
“You can,” I whispered in her ear as I stuck my cock as far as it could go inside her.
“Anthony, please,” she said, pushing her ass backward.
“Max,” I said as I moved my fingers enough to make her body shudder, “if you want to come, you’ll say yes.”