Dare To Love Again Read Online Jordan Silver

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So just what the hell had sent her running from me and the life I’d given us? Her fingers tugging at my head was a remembered feeling, the sounds she made, those sexy as fuck come fuck me sounds was something I’d missed and her taste. I’d forgotten how amazing her pussy tastes, unlike any other.

I took my time and ate her out until pussy juice dribbled from the corners of my mouth, and still, it wasn’t enough. When she became too sensitive to touch, I held her ass harder, keeping her in place as I went to town on her leaking cunt that seemed to breathe around my tongue. My heart, which I have been trying hard to keep at bay these last few days beat erratically in my chest, and I was only too aware of what that meant.

I wanted to be angry as I pulled my tongue out of her and slid up her body, but the look in her eyes brought me up short. Love, that’s what I saw written there, so much love. I remember that look, the way it used to make me feel when she’d look at me like that. It used to blow my mind that this amazing creature could love someone as unworthy as me.

But how do I feel now? I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that, and that scares me. A day ago, I was sure about us; I was sure that I would never forgive her for what she’d done. My plan, or at least one of them and the one I liked the most, was to keep her and use her until I got her out of my system. I thought I could do it because I thought that what I once felt for her was long dead, now I’m confused all over again.

I closed my eyes against the emotion I saw written on her face and lowered my lips to hers, giving her a taste of herself. Instead of slamming my cock into her hard enough to hurt, I took my cock in hand while holding her cheek with the other and slid into her nice and slow. It was the first time I’d touched her with such gentleness since her return, and I berated myself for it.

She succumbed to my gentleness, opening herself up to me without reserve, and when she wrapped her legs around me and locked me off with her tight pussy I felt myself teetering on the edge. “Damn you, damn you…” I kept repeating the phrase as I fucked her deeper and deeper until my cockhead was knocking against the door to her womb.

I don’t know why every time I get inside her now, my thoughts run to breeding her. We hadn’t actively been trying when my son was conceived, though there had been a time or two when I’d given it some thought. But now, because of all that I’d missed, I want it all, and I want it with her. No one else will do. As my thoughts took flight, I fucked her harder into the bed until it knocked against the wall.

I fucked past her cervix and into her womb, making her screech and cry out in pain. I didn’t care; I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t rein myself in if I wanted to. The opening to her womb clamped down around my cock, and I started shooting off inside her, hoping and praying that I was getting her with child, my child, our child.

A thousand thoughts ran through my head as I emptied inside her. Little Calen as a newborn, her pregnant, ripe with my child, that and all that I’d missed. I lost all my senses for a moment as her pussy tightened and squeezed around my cock. I heard her voice as if from afar screaming my name, and that’s when I came back to my senses. I had my hand around her throat, and my teeth buried in the soft flesh of her neck. What the fuck did I just do? I reared back to look down at her still buried balls deep and saw fear and apprehension there instead of the warm emotion that had been before.

I couldn’t bring myself to tell her sorry, so I set about soothing her with my touch. I kissed her softly until she calmed down and stopped shaking. What the hell did I just do? Am I really that mad at her? Of course, I am, but not enough to commit murder; I don’t think.

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He’s still so mad at me. Of course, he is; I don’t know what I expected. This is what I expected to happen if our paths ever crossed, and why I’d gone out of my way to see that it never happened. I knew I wouldn’t be able to bear his disdain, and yet here I am, willing to take any crumb he was willing to give.


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