D E V I N

HER CLOTHES LAY by her feet like smooth satin. My eyes don't stray from her toes. If they do, if I look any higher, I'll lose control and ruin this night. The struggle inside me is almost tangible. The voices increase their speed, going one-thousand words per minute.

Whispers.

Shouts.

Whispers and shouts. All passing too fast for me to focus on one thought.

What the fuck am I supposed to do when my fiancé stands naked before me? What the fuck am I supposed to do when all I want is to be inside her but know I can't? I know I shouldn't go through with this. I shouldn't be doing this. This shouldn't be happening.

Fuck her. That's what you're supposed to do.

What if she hates you afterward?

She wanted to wait.

Your grandmother just died and you're thinking about sex?

You're disgusting.

Pervert.

Idiot.

Stupid.

At the thought, my cock softens and my eyes begin to water.

My grandmother just died.

The only person who gave me hope in society died. I'm all alone. My eyes sting with the tears I'm trying hard to hold back.

Why am I so weak? Why can't I be strong? Why can't I be a true man?

Weak.

Coward.

Pussy.

What I would give for my eyes to never shed a tear again. What I would give for the voices to stop. For the nightmares to simmer and for Genevieve and me to live on a secluded island with nothing but water around us.

I don't want to live like this for the rest of my life. I'm tired of it all. Now that I've found a purpose, I want more. I desire happiness. I desire a future I don't deserve. A far-fetched dream in a sea of nightmares.

The dilemma in my head gives me a migraine. I groan at the pounds of weights being dumped on my brain, on my heart, suppressing my oxygen.

A soft melody begins to play, quieting the noises around me, chasing them all away. The lyrics ask me to be still, to know I'm not alone in what I know is a lonesome world. But it isn't a song. It's Genny's sweet voice.

"Look at me," her velvet voice commands. Bewitched, I do as she says.

Everything around me disappears but for Genevieve—the purpose of my existence.

"Whenever you feel alone, I want you to remember this night. I want you to know that I'm with you. I care for you, but most of all, Devin Green, I love you with everything inside me."

Genevieve stands beautifully naked before me. Her breasts perfect globes. Her hair, an everlasting cascade of curls, lay atop her breasts, hiding them from me. Subconsciously, my left hand rises to swipe the blonde strand away, revealing a pink nipple.

Her moan of pleasure sends blood straight to my cock. Letting my hand fall to the side of her stomach, I draw her close to me. I allow my index finger to draw circles on her warm skin, slowly lowering to the top of her thighs. Her breath hitches as does mine when I touch the soft layer of hair covering her.

My eyes meet a lustful forest as I look deeply into her soul. I've never seen anything as beautiful as this woman. She's the epitome of perfection and she doesn't even know it, that's the beauty of it. That's what makes her beautiful. Perfectly beautiful.

I can't hold it any longer. With the room hazed with sex, I kiss my way down her abdomen, giving her enough time to stop this. I kneel like a vagabond before my queen, my senses blinded by her desire.

"Devin," she begs.

My tongue kisses her inner thigh, leaving a wet line that is soon dried as I blow on it, erupting chills throughout her warm body. Her smell guides my mouth to the place my cock wants the most. A low whimper and a harsh tug on my hair tells me she wants it, too.

Her leg is raised on my knee as my tongue circles inside her. Her tangy taste is an aphrodisiac, increasing my libido with every lick. As the tip of my tongue enters her tight pussy, her hips move to the actions of my mouth.

"Devin, wait." She opens her thighs wider for me, I take full advantage. "I don't—Oh, God!" The massage on my scalp tightens as she pulls my hair, hard. "Wait."

"I'm sorry. Please, don't resent me tomorrow. I shouldn't ha—"

"I could never resent you. What you're doing is perfect." She smiles down at me, a dazed smile that straightens my cock.

"But I don't want this to be about me. What you just told me... I won't lie, it hurts to know you've never felt loved. I don't ever want you to doubt my love for you. Out of all the things you can question, never my love. This is the only thing I can give you that you don't already have. I've given you everything. Please, let me show you how much I love you."

"You don't have to do this. I don't need this from you."

Reaching for my chin, she guides me up. Her moist lips end my reasoning. Our touch gentle, our tongues never trying to probe. Genny kisses me like it's our first time. Slowly, timidly, with so much love.

Grabbing her waist, I bring her closer to me, rubbing my erection into her stomach. Low moans echo around the room. Taking advantage, I lick her lips, deliberately touching the roof of her mouth and grazing our tongues together.

Breaking the kiss, I ask once more, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

This time, when she reaches for my shirt, I let her. Working her way down, she kisses my neck, my collarbone, and shoulder. Her warm, velvet tongue swivels over my nipple as she bites softly. The closer she gets to my cock, the harder it becomes. My entire being becomes aware of its presence.

When her knees hit the floor, her thumbs hook on my shorts, drawing them down until I spring free. Biting the inside of her cheek, she looks at my cock like it's the last pecan pie in the world.

Licking her lips, she touches the tip of my cock with them. A sly smile hits her mouth as she looks up at me and backs down, her hands going up and down my thighs. I'm hyperventilating at this point, about to explode the moment she touches me.

Wet lips kiss the tip of me. It takes everything inside me not to come on the spot. My head bends backward in pleasure as in one shot, she takes me in and slowly draws me out of her hot mouth.

The contact of her tongue moving up and down my shaft makes for an exhilarating feeling. I look down at her, seeing her head go up and down with my cock in her mouth. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

"Genny," I say, my voice breaking.

Clear eyes gaze up at me from under thick lashes. She moans in answer to her name, sending vibrating waves around me.

Holy shit.

I don't want to come in her mouth, but she's making it impossible for that not to happen. Intaking a breath, I try to calm myself and grab her by the shoulders, taking her to the bed.

"Wha—"

"My turn," I whisper in her ear, wanting to finish what I started earlier.

She pushes on my chest, laying me down on the mattress. "No, Dev."

No?

"What do you mean no?"

"I don't need foreplay. I don't want to come unless it's with you inside me. I'm ready. See—" her bottom lip gets caught by her teeth as she guides my hand in between her legs "—feel how wet I am for you. Only for you."

I groan as my index finger makes contact with her swollen clit and wetness. Genny's hips buck up, rotating to the motion of my finger.

How can she not want foreplay? I'm confused. This isn't about me, it shouldn't be. I don't want it to be. I want it to be about her pleasure.

I want to make love to her.

But I need her to relax. If she isn't, then this will be painful and I don't want that for her. I let her take control of this night because she needs it, and in all honesty, I need it, too. I reach for the condom, rolling it on and enjoy the feel of my hand around me.

With a warm hand on my shoulder, she lets out a long breath and straddles my lap. Reaching behind her, she grabs my cock and aligns it to her entrance. Slowly, she lowers into me, rotating her hips. Her eyes grow wide in pain when the tip of my cock enters just a centimeter into her wet pussy.

"Does it hurt? We can stop right now. I don't mind." I grab her waist with the full intention of getting her off me if it's too much for her to bear.

She bites the inside of her cheek, preventing a yelp to swim from her lips. "You always call me Genevieve when you get all serious and angry with me." Her hips round in an exquisite motion as she lowers herself further into me. "I'm fine, Dev."

Sweat gathers on her forehead. I can tell this is hurting her. She's hurting when I'm supposed to be giving her pleasure. Fuck her lovemaking. I'm taking control. Grabbing her waist, I try to flip her, but she surprises me by sinking all the way into me.

"Fuck!"

I'm about to come any second now. Forcing my hips not to bulk and slam into her, I focus on my new view. My all-time favorite view. Her breasts, her face, purse lips, and if I look down, I can see my cock inside her.

She doesn't move. I'm completely submerged inside her, but she hasn't moved. I need her to move. Her inner muscles contract around me, squeezing me, causing me to jerk. This is torturous. My balls want to explode.

"Genevieve," I breathe. "Please, move."

Giving me a coy smile, she raises on her knees and begins to ride me. Something warm slides down my thighs.

Everything around me stills.

Red.

Red.

Red.

No.

"Devin!" Her distant shout is feeble. My mind's already gone, replaying the scene from thirteen years ago.

"Dad," I say as I walk out of my room. "I think you—"

Red. Red. Red.

Red everywhere in the kitchen.

Where's the knife?

Daddy. No!

A hard shove of my shoulder erases the memory. "Come back to me." Genny's worried eyes search mine. "Please, come back."

I breathe in and out, feeling my cock jerk inside her. As she stifles a soft moan, I concentrate on her. Only on her and her love.

"Where did you go?" she asks, her worried voice trembling.

Capturing a strand from her face, I place it behind her ear. "It doesn't matter. I'll never go back there again. You're my home. You're my now and forever."

She leans close to my palm and we both moan at the pleasure of our hips gently moving as our lips touch. I can't help feeling safe in her arms. I feel so much comfort in her presence that even though the past tries to touch me, even though the voices surface, I know I'll be alright because she's here.

Her lips reach my jaw, layering a soft kiss as she draws circles on my stomach. I scrape every ounce of strength not to ramp into her, but when her tongue meets mine, I'm lost.

My head hits the headboard as her pussy clenches around me, milking me dry. I grab her ass, guiding her movements, making them deeper and slower, harder and tougher. I want to savor everything about this night, but we both need to come.

Digging her fingers into my chest, she says my name over and over like a song on repeat. She blindly trusts me with the most sacred part of her body reserved only for her husband.

Her faith in us undoes me. Her faith in our love is a universal phenomenon that spreads everywhere I go. As her back arches in ecstasy and her eyelids fight to stay open, I feel loved for the first time in my life.

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