For Keeps. For Always. HALEY JENNER (literature books to read .TXT) 📖

sweat. Glistening and damp, her long dark hair sticks to her skin, forcing her to lift it off her neck, the graceful column begging for my lips and tongue.

We’ve overdosed on champagne. The carbonated liquid courses through our veins like blood, lowering our inhibitions and sending our libidos into overdrive.

I want her.

Need her.

She moves against my body, her back pressed up against my chest, her pert ass rubbing into the swell of my cock. Hand in her hair, I wrap it around my fist, yanking it sideways to open her neck to my mouth. I let my tongue taste her heat, dragging it the entire way up the column of her neck to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. She groans, the sound only audible to my ears. I suck at her skin, dragging the delicate touch between my teeth as she turns in my arms, letting me claim her mouth.

I lick into her mouth like a starved man. Tongue dragging against hers in possession and infatuation. Henley meets me stroke for stroke, lips pushing against mine in eager submission.

One hand caught in her hair, I hold her to my mouth, refusing to let her go. My free hand brushes down her side, stroking the exposed skin of her tit, swallowing the desperate moan that escapes her throat.

“I need you,” she bites out drunkenly. “Now, Brooks.”

I break our kiss, my thick and heavy breaths brushing the skin of her face in want.

I could take her home, but the thought of delaying the feel of her warm cunt engulfing my straining cock sounds like the worst form of torture.

“I’m gonna fuck you in this club,” I promise her. “Come.”

I grab her hand, pulling her with me without warning. Her small hands clasp mine in desperation. Her free hand wrapped around my bicep, limiting the space between us.

I drag her through the overcrowded club without finesse. Her feet rush to keep pace, stumbling every few seconds, her body falling into mine to right itself. I push past people without apology. I’m caged in by my own desires. I’m possessed with my need to wreck her. To seize her and never let her go.

Pushing into the seedy bathroom—lights dimmed to make patrons feel better about their appearance—I pull her in behind me.

Moving around the space, I push at every stall, making certain we’re alone.

Henley locks the door on demand, hand still held to the door handle as I lose myself in the heavy breaths pushing her chest up and down frantically.

Her nipples are tight, clearly visible through the wispy silk of her dress.

Hand outstretched, she pushes off the door to grab my shirt, and I yank her into my body, smirking at the grunt of air that expels as she collides with my chest.

“Think about fucking you constantly, Henley. It’s a fucking addiction. Thinking about your pussy, about how hard I’d slam my cock inside you.”

She whimpers, the sound woefully wanton.

“Will you bend over for me, baby? Tip your ass in the air so I can watch myself fuck you?”

She chokes on the stuttered moan in her throat.

Gripping her chin roughly, I pull her closer to my lips. “Say yes, Henley. Say yes, please.”

Her head jerks in my hand.

I bite her bottom lip.

“Say it, Squirrel. Let me hear you beg.”

“Yes,” she stammers. “Please. Brooks. Yes.”

I taste her desperation, licking against her lips eagerly. “There’s my girl. Bend over the basin, baby. Lift that fucking slip of material you’ve worn to tempt me.”

Sidestepping me, she does as I say. Watching my reflection with every step, she finds the hem of her skirt with her fingers and pulls it up painstakingly slow. The front of her body dips down until she’s at a right angle, her bare ass tempting me.

“Tell me you’re wet for me.”

Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she groans. “Dripping.”

Stepping up to her, I let my hand explore, sliding down her ass to cup her pussy.

“Dripping,” I echo harshly.

Cupping the softness in her right hip with my left hand, I unzip. I tap the globes of her ass cheeks with the head of my dick, relishing in the thick echo it makes with each whack. Dragging my thick head down the crack of her ass, her eyes widen with fear and lust.

“Virgin ass, baby?”

She wiggles underneath my gaze.

“Don’t worry,” I promise, dropping a kiss on the very bottom of her spine. “We’ll fix that.”

Her lids flutter close, nostrils flaring in unrestrained need.

With the head of my dick kissing her warm hole, my right hand reaches for her left shoulder, my arms crossed over her body like a vise, keeping her exactly where I need her.

She pulls in a deep breath as I slam inside, burying myself completely in the taut heat of her pussy. Her breath catches, a pained groan rolling off her tongue in pleasure.

My hips tip back, my cock pulling from the clamp of her greedy body. Using the power in my arms, I slam her back onto my length, groaning her name loud enough for passersby to hear.

“Faster,” she begs.

I give her what she wants; thick, hard, and fast thrusts in and out of her body, my hands holding her roughly enough to leave bruises.

Her tits fall from her dress, the sweet handful of flesh jerking up and down with every powerful surge.

She’s at my mercy, her arms barely holding her up, braced on the basin as she welcomes my torture. Years of built-up tension exploding between us in sex so sharp we’re free-falling into the pain and suffering we’ve caused one another, searching for forgiveness.

No words are exchanged, no softly spoken endearments of devotion or love. Harsh breathing and jagged grunts echo the heavy slap of skin as I fuck her as deeply as I can, erasing the emptiness we’ve forced upon one another throughout the years.

Sweat drips down my back and across my brow. It glows along her skin like glitter.

Head tipped back, she pants with desire, silently begging for more. It dips her back, lifting her