Page 242 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

It takes her a moment to register my words, but the second she does, her hand drifts over her stomach.

She gasps when she connects with her swollen skin, and her pussy contracts, making me so close to losing it, I have no choice but to slam my eyes closed.

“Fuck, Sienna. Your pussy is heaven.”

When I open my eyes, she’s right there, gazing up at me. Her eyes are glassy and⁠—

“Shit, are you okay?” I ask, starting to pull out of her at the sight of the tears.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I’m perfect. I…I love you, too.”

All the air rushes from my lungs as she says those words.

Words I haven’t heard spoken in my direction for so fucking long.

“Darlin’,” I rasp, unable to find anything else to say in this moment.

Her tiny hand lifts to my cheek, her thumb caressing my skin.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and I frown.

“For what?”

“For finding me again. For never giving up on me. For giving me everything I thought I’d never find.”

I lower my forehead to hers, my heart beating out of control in my chest.

“You’re too perfect to ever give up on.”

A sob breaks free, and the second a tear falls, I catch it with my lips.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…this is…overwhelming. I don’t⁠—”

“Nothing to apologize for, darlin’. Didn’t you just hear me? You’re perfect. In every way.”

She nods, swallowing her emotions.

“I hate seeing you cry. Can I make you come instead?”

She nods again, a quiet laugh spilling from her. “Yes, please.”

“So polite,” I tease before kissing her and dragging my cock in and out of her in long, dizzying strokes.

I need more, but there’s no way in hell I’m taking it unless she begs for it. This isn’t about me getting off and finally claiming my girl; it’s about her and building her confidence, proving to her that she can trust me with both her heart and her body.

I push up so I’m sitting and stare down at her.

Her chest is flushed as pink as her cheeks and swollen lips, and her tits are full, her nipples hard and desperate. But it’s when I get down to the apex of her thighs that I really lose my mind. The sight of her taking me while her fingers draw little circles over her clit is almost too much.

“Look at you,” I muse. “You take my cock so well, darlin’. I knew you would.”

“I-I’m close,” she whispers, as if I hadn’t noticed the way she’s clamping down on me.

“So am I.”

“But you’ve barely moved.”

“I don’t need to. Watching you take my dick is enough. Seeing you enjoy yourself is enough.”