The Bet: A Bully Romance(71)

“I want you,” she purrs like a kitten.

“I know, baby, but I want you drenched. It’s only your second time and I don’t want to hurt you.” I really don’t, the thought of hurting her ever again, physically or emotionally, makes me sick to my stomach.

“You won’t.” She grinds her center against my steel cock, making it hard for me to breathe, hard for me to think about anything but sinking deep inside her channel.

“Jules,” I groan, my hips flexing forward, the head of my cock bumping against her entrance.

“Please, Rem? Please, just take me. Show me how much you love me, how much you’ve missed this.”

“You’re going to kill me,” I growl, lifting her by the hips, my cock slipping just inside her tight hole. Her blue eyes stay on mine as I slowly, ever so fucking slowly, sink her down onto my cock. Once she’s seated fully, she squeezes my length so painfully that I’m sure I might actually die. I move a hand into her curls and ravage her neck, sucking at the tender flesh, branding her in a way that only I can.

Then we start moving as one, her hips lifting with each thrust, her pink lips singing a song only I can hear. Her nails sink into my shoulders and our foreheads touch. All I feel is her...all I need is her.

“Are you close?” I groan, feeling the pleasure zing through me, and down my cock with each stroke.

“Yes,” she moans, her eyes drifting closed.

“Open those pretty eyes, baby…I want to see your face when you come. I want to see your soul,” I order, and she does as I ask, her eyes flickering open once more.

A few more strokes and a swivel of my hips grazing that sweet spot deep inside of her and she falls apart, her mouth forming a perfect O, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her heart beats furiously against her rib cage, as if it was trying to escape and find me.

“Remmy…Oh…” she whimpers, falling against my chest. That’s when I take over, my control snapping, and I fuck her like a savage beast. Holding her tightly against my chest, I refuse to let even an inch of space separate our bodies. Fire fills my veins as I bottom out inside her, my balls slapping against her ass, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Rem. Come for me,” she whispers against my lips and just like that, I do. It’s like she has complete fucking control over my body. I come so hard black spots appear over my vision…so hard I swear I can feel our souls molding into one. Ropes of sticky hot cum fill her womb, my cock jerking with aftershocks of pleasure while I remain seated so deep inside her I can feel her heart beating in unison with my own.

“I love you,” I croak. I’ve gone from a man broken to a man healed, and all because of love, because I let go of the pain, let go of the anger and anguish.

“I love you too, so much, so damn much.” Her words sink deep into my skin, branding me, branding us, and I hold her in my arms just like I vowed to do every single night.

Jules isn’t just a memory, or a bet, she’s everything, the air, the light, the fucking very thing needed for me to live, and without her, I’m nothing.

There is no Remington Miller without Jules.





Epilogue




Remington





Every new school year comes with a new set of douchebags. This year’s douchebags will be no different than the previous years. My old frat house is holding an end of school bash of the year and as badly as I don’t want to go, I promised Thomas that I would come, at the very least make an appearance.

“If you don’t want to go, we could go back to the apartment,” Jules exclaimed.

“Don’t tempt me. I’d love nothing more than to take you back to the apartment, spread those creamy thighs, and—”

“Dude, you made it!” Alan’s voice calls out, interrupting me before I can finish what I wanted to say. He’s standing at the front door, busty blonde in his arm, and a fishbowl in his hand full of car keys. I see the boys have gotten smarter, safer.

“Of course. I’m a man of my word,” I smirk. The old frat house is hopping, people funneling in and out of the house. Music blares from inside and into the street. How haven’t these fuckers got the police called on them?

“The guys are inside waiting for you, I’ll be there in a minute,” he winks. “Oh, and hey Jules,” he greets her, and she gives him a shy little wave. She’s not much for these kinds of parties, and I don’t blame her.

My hold on her hand tightens as I guide us through the crowd, and over to where Thomas is standing. I pull Jules behind me barely making it through without drunken people knocking into us. Someone screams right in my ear as they drunkenly fall into a group of people off to my left. I can’t believe I used to love these kinds of parties. All I want to do right now is turn around and leave. I could name at least twenty better things to be doing right now.

Thomas slaps my shoulder when we finally reach him, and three more guys come sauntering up to us once they spot me. Every time I show up to one of these parties the entire university loses their shit. Everyone talks about Jules and me, how I’m whipped now that I’ve found the woman of my dreams.

They don’t discuss the struggle we went through to get here. The pain that we both endured, the pain she endured. They only see what the gossip circle spreads. But the gossip circles can suck a dick because I’ve got everything I’ll ever need.