20. Baylee #2
“Honestly? I was scared,” he admits, and I can’t help but scoff.
“I swear, Baylee. I was really scared. You have to understand this from my point of view. I’ve only known my life with your brother in it.
Aside from my mom and brother, your brother and your entire family have been my constant.
I didn’t want to risk losing that. What if I tried this thing with you and it failed, and all of you turned your backs on us?
And then finding out my mom is sick? I just—” He lets his head fall.
When he looks up at me again, I see unshed tears in his eyes and my heart nearly breaks .
“Baylee, I can’t lose you.” His voice cracks and I nearly crumble. “Then you called me that night and the realization hit that I almost lost you anyway. I stayed away and that asshole almost took you away from me.”
He comes closer to me and he drops his head in my lap. I let the emotion in his words fully absorb because I realize that what Myles did to me has affected each person around me. He didn’t just take from me, but he took from all those who love me.
“I’m still here, Tucker. I’m right here.” I move my fingers through his hair.
“But because of me and my stupidity, he could’ve hurt you so much worse.
I ignored you; I pushed you away. I was given this new shot with you and I don’t want to take it for granted.
I want to prove to you that you’re everything.
I’m sorry I let my fear push this away between us.
It wasn’t worth it.” He looks up at me and those green eyes are full of so much pain and he pulls me in deeper.
“What happened with Myles is not your fault. It wasn’t fair to put that on you. I see that now,” I tell him.
“I’m sorry, baby, I never meant to hurt you. I thought I was doing you a favor, keeping you away from me. I never thought I was leading you into the arms of a monster.” He closes his eyes, savoring my touch.
I continue to move my hands through his hair and there’s no point in staying mad at him. I know deep down, despite my anger earlier, I’m layered with love for this man.
I bring my hands to each side of his face and he opens his eyes, our gaze connecting.
“Tucker, you didn’t do this to me—he did it to me. He’s the monster; not you, not me. This is on him, and it was wrong of me to put this on you. I’m sorry for doing that.” I bring my lips to his, softly kissing him.
The minute we touch, he deepens the connection, coercing my lips to open for him. I can’t deny him, my body automatically hums with anticipation. His tongue gliding in and his moan spurs me to utter a moan of my own.
“I thought you were going to leave me earlier,” he admits, resting his forehead against mine.
“Never,” I tell him between kisses.
“Baylee, my days begin with you,” he tells me.
“My days set with you,” I admit.
His lips come crashing against mine again, this time there’s no softness to the connection. He starts to move his lips down my jaw to my neck. He brings his hands up my shirt and realizes I don’t have a bra on.
“I love that you don’t have a bra on right now,” he bites down on my shirt, sending a zap of energy straight down to my pussy.
“Then you’ll love what you find under my sleep shorts.” I smirk.
“Fuck, Firefly,” he moans as he moves his hands further south.
I move my hands below his shirt, touching the taut skin of his abs. I let my fingers trail to his back, and I skim my nails up along his shoulders as he glides his fingers through my wet center.
He pulls his fingers out of my shorts and pulls away to remove his clothing, while I do the same with my pajamas.
He’s left in his boxers, and I still can’t get enough of seeing him like this in front of me.
That happy trail has me salivating, and I just want to run my tongue down his sculpted body and watch him squirm.
“I need you naked,” I tell him. “Lay on the bed so I can ride you.”
“I like you giving me orders.” He smirks.
I’m waiting impatiently on the bed in front of him, as he removes his underwear and sheaths himself in a condom, then he lays back on the bed. I’m so wet, I can feel it down my thighs .
“Baylee, come here, baby,” he says.
I crawl over to him, but instead of facing him to sit on his cock, I decide to ease down in a reverse cowgirl. He grabs my ass and squeezes as I slowly sit on him.
“Fuck, you are so damn tight,” he moans.
“Mmhmm,” is all I’m capable of saying. The moment I’m filled to the hilt, I take a minute to get used to his size. The metal ball from the piercing hits a new spot in this position and I know the second I start moving, it’s going to feel insanely different.
“Baylee, fuck, you need to move,” he tells me. I can hear him controlling his breathing through his nose.
“Hold on, you’re not small. I need a minute,” I tell him. I need a moment to adjust to his size in this position, feeling incredibly full like this. I’m wholly aware of him everywhere and I’m simply trying to get used to him hitting every single nerve inside me right now.
I finally start to move, and I swear I can feel my orgasm already start to build. Shit, this is intense.
“Fuck, Tucker, you fill me so good,” I tell him.
The more I set a rhythm, I swear I become possessed with need. I chase my orgasm in a way I’ve never done before. I have my hands on his thighs and begin pumping harder and faster. My orgasm comes over me, and I scream his name so loud, I’m convinced the whole neighborhood can hear me.
My body is spent and I doubt I can come again.
But then Tucker moves me off him and puts me on my back.
He brings my legs onto his shoulders and thrusts inside me.
He’s so fucking deep, I scream out yet again, arching my back and grabbing onto the sheets at my side.
After a few thrusts, I’m already feeling like I’m on the brink of another impending climax.
“Give me another, Baylee.” He’s clenching his teeth, holding back from letting go. I can see beads of sweat on his forehead .
My breasts are bouncing, and I move my hands onto them to pinch my sensitive nipples.
With the way he’s thrusting into me at this punishing pace, the headboard is hitting the wall, along with the slapping of our skin and our moans bouncing off the walls is creating a symphony of sound.
It’s so fucking hot, it doesn’t take much more for me to fall off that cliff again.
The moment I orgasm, Tucker’s thrusts start to intensify, becoming more erratic.
His moans are primal and I won’t even lie—it’s fucking hot to know I’m pulling these sounds out of him.
He’s moaning my name and telling me how tight I am, along with how much he can’t get enough of my pussy.
It’s addicting to hear him worship my body like this and I’ll never get enough of it.
Once we come down from the high, we’re both panting beside each other on the bed.
“That was fucking incredible,” I tell him.
“I know. The ladies say I have a magical cock.” He winks.
I grab my pillow and throw it at his head as his laughter fills my room.