Wreck My Plans

by Jillian Meadows

“That’s perfect.” I slide in one more torturously slow inch. “Fuck. That’s my girl, Lena. You take me so well.” Another push.

and that’s when I snap. My name on her lips, with my cock buried inside her, frays the last bit of my control.

And for this one night, I have my entire world, my one true home, inside my arms.

But the other half is screaming that I’m already there. I’m already so far gone for him that one more time won’t hurt anything.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, and I preen, wanting to be his girl. Only his, forever.

“Making me feel powerless to resist you, you know that?” He strokes the back of my head, cheeks, and neck with a branding touch like he’s marking me. “You look so fucking beautiful like this, Lena.”

“As much as I want to come down your throat, I need to feel you squeezing my cock.”

I feel like I could be his forever.

He’s not leaving my system. Instead, he’s etching himself there permanently.

“I never sleep this late,” he blurts. Stepping in front of his knees, I lift his chin until he meets my stare. “I think both of us sleep better when we’re together.”

Watching people walk away is standard for me, and I’ve hardened my heart to it at this point. It’s practically second nature.

“I feel like … I’m floating in a giant ocean, lost out at sea, with no direction of where to land.”

People who want to leave will leave. I’ve learned that lesson my whole life.

“You brought life to my tiny, cold heart, and it’s yours. It’s been yours for so long, and it always will be.”

“This was never one night for me. It was one moment of meeting you that turned into one week with your family that turned into ten years of dreaming of you. Fuck one night. I want them all.”

“Fuck all that. Wreck my plans. Obliterate them. You’re my dream. None of it matters compared to you.”

“I want to be where you are. Auggie would understand.”

Goddamn, I love how she’s skipped straight to us living together.