Page 19 of Sweet Surrender
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you so worried about what other people will think about us?”
“It’s not going to be easy explaining us. I was your brother’s girlfriend, you’re twelve years older than me, and . . . I don’t know. I thought I was ready to take the chance with you, but I’m not sure that I am ready for this right now.”
When he pulled back and stared into my eyes, it seared my soul. The man called me a liar without calling me a liar. He grabbed my legs, pulled them up over his shoulders, and he fucked me like he had just been released on parole after doing a twenty-year stint.
I screamed. I hollered. I hit him, and I called him everything but a child of God. Judah made me sweat, fucked up my sew-in, and had me promising, “I swear these eggs are yours. All my future babies are yours. You can claim me on your taxes. Goddamn, sir, get your dick out my chest!”
No matter what I said, what I did, or how much I begged, he did not ease up on me one bit. He tore my ass out the frame and had my pussy limping like a one-legged bitch after a bar fight.
When he finally pulled out, he headed to the shower without a word.
