Page 3 of Loyal
He shrugs. “Age is only a number as long as you are two consenting adults. So how about that dinner you promised?”
I have a decision to make. A very important one.
Little did I know, it would change my life forever.
One Year Later
“You are so beautiful.”
I will never get over how good Loyal treats me. It’s like night and day from my ex. Even now, as he kisses down my neck, I am reminded that not all men are the same. Some are way superior.
“I need you,” I whisper into the dark of the night.
“You’ll have me,” he promises.
It sends a shiver down my spine. He never breaks a promise.
He continues to kiss his way down my body, but I stop him.
“As much as I love when you go down on me, we don’t have time. My daughter’s alarm is going to go off in about an hour, so I need you to fuck me and then disappear before she finds you in here with me,” I demand.
He smirks at me. “Anything you want,Mami.”
I keep waiting for him to get tired of my shit, but he doesn’t. He takes what I can give without a second thought.
Like now, he sheaths himself with a condom before pressing into me. My eyes roll back at how full I feel to have him inside of me.
It isn’t sweet. He isn’t whispering that he loves me.
No, it’s raw. Primal even. He fucks me like he has a point to prove. I don’t know what that point is, but when I orgasm, I swear I see stars. He wrings every last bit of pleasure from my body, continuing to fuck me until I give him a second orgasm. It takes everything in me to bite down on my blanket instead of calling his name out.
When he finally comes, he pulls out, taking care of the condom before lying next to me.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“You know I would do anything for you, right?”
It’s his hushed words that have my heart racing faster than the orgasm did.
“I can’t do this. You know with my daughter that things are hard right now. She is still reeling from the divorce, and I can’t give you more.”
He leans up on his arm. “I’m not asking for more. I only want to be sure you know the lengths I would go for you.”
I snort. “What? You’d kill for me?”
He nods. “In a fucking heartbeat. Without hesitation.”
It should scare me that he is obviously serious about that, but it doesn’t. It makes me feel safe in a way that I have never felt. Like I truly have someone else looking out for me.
I cup his cheek. “I don’t need you to commit a crime for me, but I do need you to head out.”
“I know. I wish I didn’t have to leave you, but I understand. You’ll text me later?”
It’s our routine. For the past year, I text, and he comes. Then he makes me come. I only wish it could be different. I’m addicted to him, though. I can’t let him go, yet I am not quite sure I am ready to let him all the way in.
“I will.”
He leans down, kissing me softly before he gets out of bed. I watch as he dresses quickly before sneaking out my window.
