Chapter 86 Goodbye
Verena
People on the internet said makeup sex was the best form of sex.
But, doesn’t it usually last only once? For days now, Daxton and I have been fucking more than we usually do. While I blamed it on our high libidos, Daxton just worded it as makeup sex.
If it weren't for my inability to conceive anymore, I would definitely be knocked up by now with the way we have been having raw, intense, and unprotected sex like wild animals.
And, the interesting part, I loved every part of it. I loved when he fucked me sore and until I blacked out with him still buried inside of me.
Daxton snatched my jaw, his mouth covering mine, his tongue invading my mouth roughly, pummeling harder inside of me as my walls tightened around his cock—almost crushing it.
He ripped his mouth away, trailing wet kisses down the side of my face. “Sit on me, Princess. I want to watch you bounce on my dick—” The feeling of his rough voice against my ear sent a jolt of pleasure through me.
I bit back a chuckle while he flipped me over until I was sitting on him.
The dark look in his eyes as he stared at me like I was the most precious thing in the world made my breath lock.
“You like when I take control…” My voice was seductive, his eyes holding mine as I slowly lowered my aching pussy until his thick length filled me.
“Fuck—” He dragged the word a little bit long, his burning gaze sliding from my face to my stomach as his teeth sank into the corner of his bottom lip.
A dark smile slashed his face when his eyes returned to mine and for someone like Daxton who always loved being in control, moments like this felt liberating—ironically.
A moan escaped my throat as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer to him. “I do. I like seeing you bounce on my cock with your titties all over my face,” He moaned against my mouth.
I wanted to hear him moan again.
I placed a finger on his mouth, ruining his plans of kissing me. “I am in control, Daxton, remember?” I rocked my hips up and he met my movement with a slow thrust that made me tip my head forward.
We both gasped into each other’s mouths, my soaked pussy gripping his cock as he allowed my hands to wander freely.
I nibbled his jaw, dug my fingers into his shoulders, and moved however I wanted. Slowly and sensually until tears filled my eyes again.
The way he stared at me was mesmerizing. “Fuck me, Daxton…” I breathed as he kissed the tears away from my eyes. “Fuck me hard…”
Without second thoughts, Daxton grabbed my hips—sharp nails digging into my flesh as he slammed into me from below and released a moan.
He pounded into my cunt, a deep growl ripping from his throat as I felt his muscles tense, and at the same time, I screamed.
I was slamming down his cock, meeting every pace as the sound of skin slapping filled the room until a cataclysmic reaction exploded between us and he groaned—filling me with every drop of his cum.
My head dropped on his shoulder with a moan and he hugged me to his chest, wrapping his hands around me. “I want to do this with you forever,”
“Me too,” I managed to say, his hands moving to cup both ass cheeks softly.
His cock was still warm inside of me and we remained in each other's arms for a long time until a knock sounded on the door.
“Dinner is ready,” Matilda said.
Daxton’s grip around me loosened. I slid off him, rolling onto my chest as he traced wet tender kisses down the curves of my spine that sent a tingling sensation through me and left me giggling.
“I will run us a bath,” He pressed a final kiss to my ass and moved from the bed.
I reached for my phone next to the bedside table and nearly gasped from the mixed calls.
72 fucking missed calls!
I had put my phone on DND because of Emily who wouldn't stop calling to tell me tales about her date that almost made my ears bleed.
I scrolled through my phone. A strange number?
My brows furrowed in confusion and for a second, my mind wandered back to Zita. I swear if she were the one who created another number just to taunt me, I would lose my shit.
Doubt rocked me and I didn't know what I was thinking but I dialed the number back.
The phone was answered on the first ring as I pressed it to my ear, waiting to hear the voice on the other line.
I was sure it was Zita. It had to be her and–
“Verena…”
My pulse jumped at his voice. At the voice of Kian.
Daxton hovered around the bathroom door, suspicion crossing his features as I offered him a tight smile. He couldn't have heard his nephew’s voice, right?
I removed the phone from loud loudspeaker, wrapped the duvet around me, and clutched it to my chest as I left the bed. His jaw tightened, eyes following me as I scurried past him and disappeared into the closet.
I swore Daxton saw through my shit.
“Why the fuck are you calling on me on your bachelor’s night?” I muttered through clenched teeth, lowering my voice.
A dry chuckle left Kian’s mouth. “I keep thinking about us—” He slurred.
He was drunk again.
“I don't care what you are thinking. Stop calling me for Christ’s sake,”
He cut in. “Nina’s house. I shouldn't have reacted that way. I would have begged for your forgiveness but the guilt wouldn't let me…”
“Please forgive me,”
I sucked in a breath. “Hell No!”
“I know I don't deserve your forgiveness one bit. But please do find it in your heart to forgive me. I started therapy because I want to become a better man…”
“As I said, I don't care,”
Kian sighed over the phone. “So, are you really going to let me go? After everything we’ve been through together. Are you really ending things between us?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? We are divorced. I have moved on with Daxton. You are getting married in two days so what is this about?”
Kian sniffed. “So we are really done?”
My voice almost rose to an octave but Daxton—
“Yes!”
I heard him release a breath. “I miss you, Verena,”
“You are drunk, Kian. I would call Jaden or Tobias to get you off the phone,”
“Tobias and I aren't friends anymore. He fucked Zita. And I am not that drunk. Only partly. I’m still kind of sober you know,”
In an interesting twist of things, Zita fucked Tobias. Daxton told me that she used Mandy against me because she believed I kissed Kian.
Yet, she fucked his close friend.
Interesting.
“Kian, Goodnight,”
He rushed in immediately. “No, please don't hang up on me. I still have something to say…”
“What?”
“A part of me still doesn’t believe that we are done because you used to be so in love with me and…”
I groaned frustratedly. “…and I am not in love with you anymore. How is that so hard for you to understand?”
Kian went silent and just when I was about to disconnect the call, he said. “If that is the case, then I need closure. We need to end this on amicable terms. In that way, I would be able to move on with Zita,”
My brows furrowed in confusion. “What closure do you need when we are divorced. Are you messing with me? What do you want from me, Kian,”
“I want a Goodbye Sex.”