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All the while, he watched me with hot eyes when I leaned over him and finally joined our mouths together.
As the sky turned to night and the stars began to twinkle, he made love to me. He cherished me. He made my first time unforgettable.
Even if he was my darn soul mate, that didn’t mean we were meant to be together. Soul mates didn’t get a free pass. They had to earn it. Personally, I needed self-respect more than I needed him to lie beside me in bed.
"If we don’t, it’s because your mom’s a wise woman. I hope that, if one day, a guy treats you like I treated her, that you leave his sorry ass."
Then he stunned me. His mouth collided with mine, but there was none of the patience I was used to. No delicate kisses, no soft pecks that made me hunger for him. This was raw. Brutal. Edgy. He thrust his tongue against me so fast and so hard that it stole my breath, leaving me winded and reliant on him for air as he—there was no other word to describe it—fucked my mouth.
"I’m not a goddess. I’m not perfect. I’m not everything that’s beautiful in this world," she replied miserably. "I was a stupid girl who gave everything up for a
man who fucked his way through a soccer team of clubwhores rather than be with his wife, a stay-at-home mom who somehow messed everything up so bad that her daughter willingly got into a pedophile’s car—"
"I only ever wanted you," she cried out, and this time, she started sobbing. "Why didn’t you want me enough? Why?" When her fist pounded on my chest, I let her. "Why did you have to break us apart? Why couldn’t you have just come to me? I would always have been there. Always."
So I surged onto my tiptoes and kissed him. And damn, if it didn’t feel as right now as it had done when he’d kissed me that first time when I was nineteen.
Her words reverberated in my head, making me grab her chin with a gentleness that surprised her, made her jump, but I tipped it high, then slammed my lips against hers.
When her pussy was bare to me, my nostrils flared at the juicy cunt that should never have known another’s touch but, thanks to my own idiocy, had. Well, I’d fucked up. I begged for second chances. But Storm 2.0 would never make the same mistake twice.
His hands cupped my face again, and slowly, gently, he pressed his lips to mine. "I want to brand you, Keira."
His lips crashed against mine and I bit back, fighting him for control as I thrust my tongue into his mouth, needing him to know that I was as deep in this as he was.
He went to push his forehead against mine, but I slipped out of his hold before he could. Kneeling between his thighs, I reached for his fly and carefully unzipped it.
I muttered thickly, trying not to shoot my wad because I didn’t want this to fucking end.
I taunted with a soft laugh, releasing a shriek as he hauled me into his arms then tossed me onto the bed.
A hiss escaped me when he spread my pussy lips apart, and I groaned when his damn phone was suddenly between us, and he started clicking.
