Undeniable by Madeline Sheehan Read Free Book Online Page B

biting.  His cheeks, his forehead, his chin, his neck, they were all fair game.  His hands were full of my ass, my hands were full of his hair, our mouths were full of each other and I had no idea where my clothing had gone.  And I didn't care. 
    I wanted this man inside of me.  So far inside of me that he wouldn't ever be able to leave.
    "Gimme what I need baby, gimme that sweet pussy I been dreamin' 'bout."
    Oh god.
    I didn't think it was possible to want him anymore than I al ready did .  But he'd just proven me wrong.
    "Please, please, just fucking take it," I mumbled, desperate for more of him. 
    Staring into one another's eyes, breathy heavy, rain sluicing down in sheets between us, over us, everywhere, he started pushing inside of me.
    "Oh fuck yeah," He breathed.  "You're so fuckin' wet.  You fuckin' want this bad, don't you?"
    "Yes," I whimpered.
    "Yeah you do," He grunted and pushed harder.  "Fuckin' tight baby, you're so fuckin' tight."
    There was a reason for that.  A reason he was going to find out in about two point five seconds.
    "Give it up, Eva, fuckin' open for me."  Growing impatient, he gripped my backside and pulled me down as he slammed up into me.  I cried out and he froze.  Just went statue still. 
    "Fuckin' shit!" He yelled.  "God dammit Eva!  God mother fuckin' dammit!"
    Oh, my god, he was pulling out.
    "No!  Please!  I want this!"  I dug my nails into his back and tightened my legs around his waist.  "I wanted it to be you!  I've been dreaming about this!  About you and me!  Ever since you kissed me!  Even before then!"
    He sagged against me.  "Fuck," He whispered.
    He was still inside of me and I was so full of him and it felt so good and when I tried to move, because I had to move, wanted, needed to move, he groaned.  I liked hearing him groan almost as much as I liked the feel of him inside of me and I wanted more, wanted him to move.  So I told him this, told him everything I was feeling and everything more that I wanted to feel and it just kept pouring rapidly out of me, feelings and needs, because I needed him to know how much this meant to me, that it was him I'd wanted to take this from me, him I’d wanted to give it too.  That it was only him I’d ever wanted inside of me and only him I'd ever want inside of me.
    His eyes met mine, arctic blue and beautiful.
    "Please," I begged.  "Deuce, please."
    "I’m fuckin' married Eva.  Got two kids.  This is fucked.  It shouldn't have been me."
    What? Here he was inside of me, because I wanted him inside of me, because he was the only man I have ever wanted inside of me and he had the nerve to tell me it shouldn’t have been him?  After making me beg him?
    "Fuck you!" I snapped.  "I don’t give a shit about your wife and either do you or you wouldn’t have been finger fucking me in the club and you definitely wouldn't have carried me out here with every intention of fucking me !  You can't tell me it shouldn't have been you!  You don't get to make that decision, I do! And I did and it's done!  And I’m not giving it back!"
    His eyes flashed with anger.  "I can't give you shit!" He hissed.  "All I've got to give you is my fuckin' cock and that's not good enough!  Not for you!  Not even fuckin' close!  You deserved better than this! Better than a fuckin' shit filled alleyway and definitely better than me!"
    There is was.  The pain I glimpsed every time we crossed paths.  The sadness that never seemed to leave him.  
    "You're better than you think," I whispered.  "I didn't realize it when I was little, didn't understand that look in your eyes, why you always looked so sad, but I get it now .   Someone got inside of you and messed you all up, made up down and left right so now you think you're shit when you're not even close.  So you need to listen to me when I tell you that you are better than you think.  You're even better than that.  To me, you're the best."  
    His nostrils flared.  "Eva," He