Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
VIKING
Lainey opens her mouth, taking me inside her, down her throat, and I swear to fucking god she takes me straight to heaven on earth like only she can. This wasn’t what I’d planned. I had a detailed, well-organized plan in my head.
I was going to eat her, then fuck her, but as she continues to move up and down along my length, I can’t pull away.
It feels too damn good.
Too perfect.
Curling my fingers in her hair, I grip the strands as I guide her mouth along my length. Flexing my hips, I close my eyes in an effort to contain myself and to hold on to some modicum of control, a shred of fucking dignity, but I’m pretty sure it’s about to be obliterated.
I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on without burying myself deep down her throat and coming. The thought of her swallowing every drop of my cum has me ready to explode right here and now.
I don’t, but I could. So fucking easily.
When I’m close, I grip her hair tighter, pulling her head back slightly as I shift my hips.
Her eyes are watery, and normally, I would beam with fucking pride that I made a bitch’s eyes water, but in this case, I’m pretty sure it’s not the size of my dick that’s making her cry, but the impending wedding.
I’m going to try really goddamn hard to forget everything about it. Because fuck that wedding, and fuck Paul. And more importantly, fuck the Front Mob Family. Fuck those bastards straight to goddamn hell.
It slams into me like a goddamn freight train. I don’t know if I can give her up. I don’t know if I can let this end. I want it to keep going.
Forever.
Instead of burying myself inside her and fucking her hard and fast until I come, I sink to my knees. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I slide my hands beneath her ass, squeezing the flesh there as I bring her cunt closer to my face.
I am going to eat her before this is done.
I need to taste her.
I need to know that she’s here, that she’s mine. I need to consume her.
Inhaling her scent, I close my eyes and let out a groan before I part my lips and slide my tongue along her entire center. Pussy to clit. She’s wet and tastes goddamn incredible.
Circling her sensitive clit, I dip my tongue inside her wetness, then shift it back to her sweet bundle of nerves.
She tastes fucking amazing as always, a palate that I don’t think I could ever get tired of. Best I’ve ever fucking had. Absolute fucking best. Her fingers drag along my scalp. Fuck, I love the feel of her nails on my body… anywhere on my flesh. I don’t stop, couldn’t even if I wanted to.
Not until she comes.
I need to taste her, and I’m going to swallow every fucking drop, too.
It doesn’t take long. Shifting my focus to her clit, I flick her there, over and over, then suck on the sweet nub before I slip two fingers inside her, making a come-hither motion. I feel her there.
Dammit, her soft, sweet pussy… fuck me. I wish it were my cock buried deep inside her instead of my fingers. I want to feel her come around my dick. I want her to fucking strangle me. Make it hurt. Because I know it would feel so goddamn good.
That’s what I want.
To feel her pussy clench around me. Feel her come, knowing it’s me who did it. Sure, her pussy clenching around my fingers is fucking amazing, but there is something about her coming around my dick that is next fucking level.
Knowing that she’s close, tasting it, feeling it—I want it to last forever.
For-fucking-ever.
When she finally does come, I close my eyes, swallowing every fucking drop just the way I imagined.
Savoring it.
Relishing her.
If I could choose someone and know I wouldn’t absolutely ruin and fuck her over, if I could actually keep her the way I desire and not make her regret every goddamn second of being with me… I would indeed keep Lainey-Rose.
Because truth be told… I do love her.
I am head over heels madly in love with this woman.
I can admit that to myself. I won’t admit it to her.
But I do love her, and I’ll never tell her that.
Ain’t that some bullshit? To be forty fucking years old and have finally fallen in love for the first time, but I can’t do a goddamn thing about it except savor every moment until I have to hand her off to the man who’s going to marry her and give her babies?
I hate myself for this.
Hate everything about this situation.
The last thing I wanted to do was fall in love with her. I wanted to fuck her out of my system so we could both move on. A mutually beneficial goodbye. That way, we would both walk away without wondering what if. But I have a feeling that is not going to be easy.
Not in the goddamn slightest.
I fell in love with Lainey-Rose, and I shouldn’t have. I knew it when we started, and I know it now, but it doesn’t change the facts. I love her. Every goddamn perfect inch of her. I wish I could make her mine.
LAINEY
When I come, it’s all-consuming, and my breathing comes out in heavy pants. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do anything else. The orgasm is so good that it takes over every inch of my entire being.
My eyes widen, looking directly into Gunnar’s when he shifts forward, and I feel the head of his cock against my center. My legs are still draped over his shoulders as he buries himself deep inside me, slowly—inch by inch.
I can feel the muscles of my thighs stretched tight, but I force myself to let out a long exhale and relax.
My body slowly melts as I look into Gunnar’s eyes.
His jaw is clenched tightly as he sinks inside me a bit deeper.
His hands are on either side of my head, caging me in as he stares into my eyes.
“You feel like heaven, Lainey.”
Tears prick the backs of my eyes as I attempt to keep from crying. His words should not make me want to cry, but they do because I know that my time with him is coming to an end and I won’t be hearing them ever again.
“Please don’t,” I whisper as he begins to move inside me.
He pauses immediately, and I can see the question in his eyes. He thinks I’m telling him to stop moving. I’m not. I love the feel of him deep inside me. I never want him to leave. I wish we could be like this forever.
“No, keep moving. Just stop saying sweet things,” I whisper. “I can’t handle it.”
He snorts, lowering his head slightly before his lips brush across my own.
Sweet. Too damn sweet. I hate it, but at the same time, I love it.
And really, I hate it because I love it so much.
What a nightmare this has become. We’ve woven a tangled web with one another, and I don’t think any of us is going to come out of this unscathed.
As much as Gunnar claims this is only for fun, I see the way he looks at me. This isn’t just for fun. This is real, and it’s just as real for him as it is for me. Which makes this dangerous. So fucking dangerous that I can’t even believe we are still doing this.
His breath comes out labored as he continues to move slowly inside me. His gaze stays connected with mine, and sweat begins to bead on his forehead. God. Why is he so damn beautiful and sexy and good?
Why does this have to be so good?
Why does he have to be so good?
Why do we have to be so damn good together?
Every moment that passes, I fall deeper in love with him, and then I’m filled with regret, with pain, and with extreme sadness. I’m pathetic. I’ve fallen in love, and I continue to hurt myself every single minute of every single day.
I should push him away. I should make him leave me alone. I should demand that he walk away. Or maybe I should run to the man whom I agreed to marry and stay with him until the nuptials.
What I shouldn’t be doing is climbing higher and higher toward another orgasm. I shouldn’t be clawing at his flesh, pulling him closer. I shouldn’t be silently begging for him to fuck me harder and harder with each thrust of his hips.
I shouldn’t be silently begging for this moment to never end.
But it’s about to end. Because the orgasm that I’ve been on the edge of having happens.
It races through me like a rushing wave.
I come. But I can’t do anything other than hold on in the position I’m in.
I’m rendered almost helpless, and I really like that.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so out of control as when I’m with Gunnar.
My Viking.
I wish I could keep him for always.