“And I’m not lettin’ you go,” he said between deep, powerful strokes. “Don’t care if you block me, call the cops, or change cities. I’m in you.” He pounded into me with so much passion, I cried out and clawed at the damn mirror like it could save me from the orgasms ripping through me. My body was done. My soul was trembling. My logic? Long gone. I came again and again. And when we both collapsed on the bed, sweaty, tangled, and breathless, Knuck kissed my forehead and whispered, “You can lie to yourself, but your pussy don’t lie. And it’s tellin’ me we meant to be together, baby."
