“I’ll never grow tired of you. I love fucking you River.”
I press my forehead to hers and I tighten my hold on her wrists. I slide my other hand over her breast and cup it, reveling in the feel of her. She closes her eyes and a look of pure ecstasy washes over her flushed features.
When she opens her eyes they are much darker with need. I slide my hand down the length of her body.
Again she arches up trying to get closer and I let go of her wrists. I grab hold of her hips and press my cock against her wet pussy. Her whole body tenses as she waits for me to slide in, but I don’t give her what she wants. I need her to want it as much as I want her. I want her to beg me.
I slide one hand further down and I cup her pussy. Immediately she rocks into me, searching for friction. She slips her hands over my shoulders and down my chest and abs until her hands close around my cock. I close my eyes and revel in her touch.
“Feel how hard I am for you?” I thrust into her hand and shudder at the pleasure. “Only you can make me hard.” I press a hard kiss to her mouth. “Only you can make me come.”
She brings my cock to her entrance and I know she wants me to thrust into her. I only push in an inch. Her hands fall away from me and she lies spread open beneath me.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard and so good,” I whisper as I pull away. A soft whimper drifts from her parted lips.
I take hold of my cock and I press my tip into her again. “Watch as I fuck you.” Her eyes dart down and I see the heat explode in them, making them darker.
“Fuck me hard,” she begs and it makes my cock jump against her. I start to move slowly, not pulling out, but not pushing in all the way either. I only move an inch in and an inch out. She grabs hold of my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin. Her legs fall to the sides, opening as wide as she can for me.
I keep the slow torturous pace of only giving her the tip of my cock.
“Jack!” She growls with frustration, and it makes me smile. “Please take me hard!”
I groan and my self-control shatters. I thrust hard into her and she bows off the bed, her lips parting with ecstasy.
Warmth fills every part of my body, flooding all the dark corners … until there’s only her.
I keep fucking her hard until both our bodies reach the peak and we tense against each other. Her body trembles under mine, as my cock empties inside of her.
“I love you, River,” I say breathlessly. “I love to fuck you and I love to kiss you, but mostly I love that you’re mine.”
She smiles lazily up at me as she comes down from her orgasm. “I love being fucked by you.” Her words make my cock start to harden again. “I love being kissed by you.” She reaches up and presses a kiss to my chin, and then just beneath my ear. “I love being yours,” she whispers.
I start to move slowly in and out of her, just relishing in the feel of our bodies joined together. I press my mouth to hers, just feeling her warm breaths on my lips. “This is the part I love most,” I whisper. “You never make me feel like I’m just a fuck. You make me feel like I’m a man.” I press a kiss beneath her eyes as tears sneak out. “You make me feel loved and wanted.”
She smiles through her tears and it’s so beautiful. “I do love you and I’ll always want you.”
I can feel the tears lodging in my throat. “Thank you for saving me, River.”
“Oh, Baby,” she sobs, “it was you who saved me.”
The End…
Other books by Michelle Horst
Wake Me Up
A Tainted Ink Novel
Prologue
Emma~
“I’ll be like Mum.” It makes me sick to my stomach to say this. My grandfather was a drunk. She is a drunk. I don’t want to be a drunk.
I want to scream this at her, but I can’t. I can only sit still. I’m drowning in the disgusting feelings suffocating the air out of my lungs, until my chest starts to ache. It hurts to listen to my mum, but I can’t bring myself to move. Years of conditioning and fear keeps me frozen to the spot.
“You just read those books, that’s all you do,” she goes on. “You’re throwing your life away. There’s no silver lining, no happily ever afters, no fairy tales. Life is hard, babes,” she leans over and hisses in my face. Her stinking breath wafts over me, sticking to my skin. “And without me you won’t make it. EVER.”
She sits back and her chin wobbles. Oh no, not the tears!
I have to hold her. It’s the only way to calm her down. I get up and go to her, my body feeling rigid. It feels as if every muscle is fighting me, wanting to run the other way. I reach out to her, my arms feeling like rubber. I hug her to my chest and another wave of disgust wells up in me, threatening to squeeze the last bit of life from my body. The smell of her greasy hair makes my stomach turn. The clamminess of her alcohol-drenched skin sticks to my hands.
I go numb. No, I’m lying. I do feel something.
I feel sick. To. My. Stomach. Sick.
“I’m nothing without Mum. I won’t make it without Mum. Ever. Please hold me Mum. Don’t let me go.”
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Chapter One
Emma ~
She’ll follow me no matter where I run to. It’s the first thought that crosses my mind as I place the suitcase down at the foot of the bed. I hate my parents for doing this to me, for making me run to North Carolina, the other side of the bloody world. But I’ve had enough! I have to do this for myself. I have to try and escape somehow.
I’ve heard stories of great men. What makes a great man? I’ve stopped asking this question, because I really don’t believe there is such a thing.
There was a time I thought men were supposed to be protectors of women, but time has molded men into weaklings. My mum molded my dad into a wimp and nothing more. My dad is a wimp. Weakly interacting massive particle or WIMP, a hypothetical particle serving as one possible solution to the dark matter problem – the dark matter problem being my mother. That’s the definition Astrophysics gave for my mum and dad.
I grew up surrounded by wealth and culture, tucked away in a small village that some would find perfect. Pendoylan is picture perfect by England’s standards. It’s a cozy little town. I love the beauty of my village, but I hate the prison cell it had become. The irony, that one can hate such beauty and wealth, and the very family you come from.
Coming to the town of Chapel Hill, I’m hoping to avoid the mad rush that comes with the big cities. I just want some peace. I know there is a lake here and Chapel Hill is known for its small town feel. I hope I chose right. I want to get away from my family and experience a bit of life. I want to live my own life.
Crickey, my stomach turns just thinking about the wonky thing I’ve gone and done. This is much bigger than I ever could’ve imagined! I might have traveled between Africa and England, but that was years ago. I never thought I’d have the courage to go against my mum. I’ve finally done it!
The old familiar fear bubbles up from the pit of my stomach and I have to remind myself that I’ve come to experience America, the one place that promises the freedom I’ve been craving for so long. That’s why I’ve done such a wonky-arsed thing. That’s why I’m standing in a stranger’s flat, in a strange town, hoping to experience a strange life.
Actually, that’s not quite true. It’s mostly Chloe’s doing. If it weren’t for her constant encouragement, I wouldn’t even be here. We’ve been joined at the hip (or should I rather say phone) since we met at the nursing college my mum forced me to go to. Studying at the nursing college, was the one time I got to experience a sense of freedom. I met Chloe there and by the time we finished our studies we were best friends.