Fuck, I’m going to explode right in her mouth if she keeps this up, which is the exact opposite of what I intend to do. Again, my girl is trying to get me to lose control.

Cradling her face between my hands, I lift her away from my cock, much to its disappointment. I can almost hear it cursing me for stopping her.

“I was enjoying that,” she pouts.

“I’m not coming in that hot little mouth tonight.”

Before she can protest further, I roll off the bed. She turns onto her back in defeat, watching me with curious eyes. Quickly grabbing a condom, I rip it open with my teeth and hand it to her.

“Roll it on, baby,” I demand, my eyes heavy with the need to be inside her.

She sits up slightly, taking the condom from my hand. She slowly licks her lips, her eyes looking up at me through those perfect eyelashes. She slides it over me, slowly rolling it down my length.

“Now lay back,” I command. “And close your eyes.”

I walk to the end of the bed and latch my hands around her ankles. I easily pull her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs.

“Morgan!” Her voice is laced with indignation and humor.

Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, I plunge into her, filling her with my entire length. Her laugh is cut off abruptly, no longer tinged with humor, my name falls from her lips full of unbridled passion.

“You’re so fucking tight. Christ, Aspen.”

Her head is thrashing against the bed sheets, making her hair stick up every which way. The only sounds coming from her lips are moans. I thrust into her harder and deeper, digging my fingers into her hips, knowing she’ll have bruises in the morning, but also knowing she loves it. “Touch yourself,” I demand in a raspy voice. “Let me hear how good it feels.”

One hand lowers down her stomach and lands on her clit, rubbing aggressively in sync with my thrusts. Her other hand palms her breast, squeezing as she continues rubbing against herself. She moans louder, rubs faster. I dig my nails into her hips, pounding rougher and dying to feel her come apart.

My hand slides up her stomach and cups her other breast. I squeeze and give it a little slap, her body shivers in response. “Mm…” I hum, leaning over her more.

“More,” she groans, arching her back.

“You like that, baby?” I palm her breast harder, rolling the nipple tightly between my fingers. “You love the things I do to you, don’t you?”

“I fucking love it,” she hums. “Attack my fucking tits like you own them.”

I growl, rolling my hips into her deeper.

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss.

I grab her wrists and pin them to the mattress. My hands cover her breasts, squeezing, pinching, slapping. The rougher I am, the louder she moans. Her back nearly flies off the bed as she screams my name.

“Fuck, Aspen.” I’m close but need to feel her tighten around me first. I release her and crawl down her body. “Turn around.”

She’s quick to obey and rolls over to her stomach, arching her back and pushing her plump ass straight out in the air—waiting for me.

I cup her pussy as I slide a hand around my length, feeling how wet and ready she is for me. I decide I need more of her pussy in my mouth first and crawl under her legs.

“What are you—”

“Ride my face.” I align her pussy with my mouth and wrap my hands around her legs and cup her ass cheeks.

She rolls her hips as I part her lips and slip my tongue inside. She rocks harder as I suck on her clit and twirl my tongue inside her.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face hard and fast.”

“Yes…” she whimpers, my tongue bringing her over the edge.

I slow my pace as she comes down, her body humming with pleasure.

“You taste incredible. Fuck, you taste so good.” I press one last kiss before shifting my body and sliding out from under her. “Don’t move just yet.” I grab her hips and arch her body, aligning her ass with my hips.

I press the tip of my cock along her swollen pussy, coating it with her juices. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

  “Not there…” Her voice barely a whisper. “Fuck my ass, Morgan. I want it rough. Don’t hold back,” she demands. My eyes widen, an intense thrill jolting through my body.

“Aspen…” My tone a warning not to tease me.

“I want it,” she pleads. Sweet Jesus.

I feel her dripping against my cock. She’s greedy and hungry.

I coat my length before sliding it up her ass and pressing the tip inside. She arches lower, opening herself to me even more. I slap her ass and dig my nails into her hips as I squeeze a hand around her. I roll my hips and push deeper inside, her moans growing louder.

“Fuck,” I growl. It’s so fucking tight.

“Yes…” she whimpers. “Don’t stop.”

I slide further in, feeling her squeeze me tighter. I’m worried about hurting her, but her body relaxes and opens up even more as I push inside another inch.

I’m going wild with the way her ass feels stroking my dick. Fuck, I can barely hold it any longer. Panting and groaning, I thrust in deeper once more before she screams my name, and I follow behind her, moaning my own release.

She collapses on the bed as I stand up and dispose of the condom in the trashcan. I can see her chest moving with uneven breaths as she tries to recover. I lie next to her and wrap her in my arms, tangling my legs with hers.

I cup her face and feather kisses across her cheeks. Settling in against her lips, I press a soft kiss against them.

“I love you, Aspen. With everything that I am and will be, I love you.”

Her breath catches, and a solitary tear slips down her temple. I kiss the dampness from her face. “No need for tears, beautiful.”

“I love you, too, Morgan. So much. You’ve made me feel whole after feeling empty for so long. You took a damaged person with a broken soul and showed me how to take my life back.”

“You’re the one who’s given me a reason to live at all.”

EPILOGUE

ASPEN

15 Months Later…

“I can’t believe it’s already time for you to leave,” I pout, tightening my grip on her.

“It’s only for a semester,” Kendall reminds me. “Maybe two if the eye candy is really sweet.”

I release her and force her to look at me. “Listen…under no circumstances are you allowed to come back pregnant, married, or both. And for the love of God, do not fall for a professor while you’re over there.”

“And what fun would that be?” She flashes a crooked smile.

“Kendall Jane Mueller, I mean it!” I scowl with a serious tone but laugh when she wrinkles her nose at me.

“Well, it seems to have worked for you,” she mocks, throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“Only because we live in the same zip code,” I sneer. “Should I remind you of all the heartache we went through first?”

She pulls me in for another hug and kisses my cheek. “Stop worrying. I will be fully engrossed in my books and watercolors. Promise.”

“Good, and well, I guess if you happen to find a handsome lad, you could maybe hang out or something.”

“Considering they have English accents, I don’t anticipate having a hard time finding any male companions.” She waggles her brows.

I snort and shake my head at her. “I’m going to miss you.”

“We’ll email, okay?”

“Yes, you better!” I squeeze in one more hug. “All right, you better go before you miss your flight.”

She smiles and starts heading toward the security line. “Love you!” she calls out one last time with a wave.

I wave back and watch as she makes her way through the line. “She’ll be all right,” Morgan says from behind me, giving my shoulders a gentle squeeze.

“I know.” I sigh. “I’ve seen her almost every day for the past three years. It’s just going to feel so quiet and lonely.” I frown.

He grabs my hand as we walk back out to the parking garage. “Well, I’m happy to fill the void for you,” he says with amusement. “Pillow fights in our underwear, gossiping about celebrities, and who wore it best.”