C15 Jason

In actuality, I slept better last night than I have in my entire fucking life. Hence, another reason I refuse to let her go.

Presently, I stand in the bathroom and watch Chelsea through the glass shower door, and immediately my cock rises.

The longer I stand here and watch her as she rubs the sponge over her body, the higher my need for her builds.

Instead of standing here lusting over her, I slide the shower door to the side and join her under the water, “I thought you had left.” I mutter as I place a delicate kiss on her shoulder. I had assumed Chelsea left me when I had woken alone, and she wasn’t next to me.

She folds her arms around me, “Nope, I’m still here.” She smiles.

As I study her smile, regret slams through me, “I’m sorry, Chelsea.” I confess, feeling regretful.

I shouldn’t have kissed Jessica, but the pain and jealousy I felt at that moment, knowing she kissed Kevin, was too much to bear.

“Me too, Jason.” I catch a tear slip down her eye, and immediately, I lick it away.

Possessively, I glide my hands down her back until I reach her ass and lift her into my arms, “I need you, Jason.” She whimpers as she rubs her hands through my hair.

Abruptly, Chelsea pushes my head to the side and sucks on my neck. My girl is claiming me as I do her. And, I fucking love it.

Without hesitation, I slam her back against the shower wall, “You and me against the world,” I state as I gently slide into her.

Fuck, she’s soaked, and I’ve hardly touched her, “You and me against the world, Jason.” She promises as she flings her head back.

I tangle her hair around my hand and bring her lips to mine, “Nobody else, Chelsea. Only, you and me.” I demand.

She digs her sharp fucking nails down my back, marking me every fucking possible way she can, “Only you, Jason.” She reassures me.

Swiftly, I squeeze her ass cheeks tightly, “You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her as I thrust harder.

“God, Jason, it feels like I can’t get close enough to you.” She moans as she places a kiss over my chest.

At her words, I grind my hips slower and more in-depth, attempting to fuck her as deep as I possibly can.

Except, my girl doesn’t want it slow. “Fuck me harder, Jason.” My girl is beautiful, and horney and I fucking love it.

Perhaps a break was what we needed to realize how much we love each other. And, at this moment, I’m showing her.

All at once, I remove my dick from Chelsea’s wetness, allowing her to drift down my body. “Turn around,” I demand.

If she wants rough, then I’ll give it to her hard. It will always be about her. As long as Chelsea is happy, then I’m happy.

Once she’s braced herself against the shower wall, I slam into her from the back. “Oh, yes, Jason.” The harder I push, the harder she shoves.

I watch her ass cheeks shake each time I pound into her, “I want this hole.” I announce as I settle my finger on her anus.

Immediately, she freezes.

I lean forward, slowing my pace, and whisper into her ear, “Not yet, but soon.” I message her anus, and her body seems to relax.

Just by rubbing her anus has the need to cum is more vital than it’s ever been.

Fuck, just imagining fucking her asshole with her big round ass shaking as I pound into it sends me over the fucking edge.

Before I can stop myself, my semen is swimming into her pussy, “Cum, Chelsea.” I command as I drive into her pussy harder.

I love how her body reacts to me and does as I say. Her body craves me as much as I crave her.

Chelsea turns in my arms, “My mother texted me and asked me to come over,” She says breathlessly.

Suddenly, I release her, “Did you think being fucked by me before you went running back to him would change things?”

I can’t handle the fucking jealousy.

I can’t handle the thought of her around him. It’s tearing me the fuck apart. And, I don’t know what to do. I understand she needs to visit her mother, yet, I can’t stomach the thought of her around him.

Chelsea clasps my cheeks, “Jason, you can come with me.” She stands on her tiptoes and kisses the corner of my mouth, “please.” She kisses my cheek, “The last time I saw my mother, Jason, she threw me out.” I clothe my arms around her and pull her into my arms.

“I’ll come with you. That way, you can collect your shit while we’re there.” I kiss the top of her head.

“My clothes are still at the beach house.” She mentions as she binds her arms around me. “When my mother instructed me to leave, Virgil told Kevin to take me to the beach house.”

Promptly, I release her and climb out of the shower, “So the entire week you left me, you were fucking your stepbrother on the beach.”

She climbs out of the shower and grabs a towel, “No, you asshole. He left. So the entire week I was gone, I was sulking over the stepbrother I had assumed was my best friend almost my entire life.”

Regretfully, I follow Chelsea into my bedroom and wrap my arms around her from behind, “I’m sorry.” Fuck, I keep saying all the wrong shit. Clearly, I need to find a way to control this jealousy before I chase her into his arms.

“How many times will I have to tell you it’s you I want before you finally believe me?” She asks.

“I need time to trust you again since you’ve kissed him while we were together,” I speak truthfully.

Although I was jealous before, it’s worse now since I know she’s kissed him while she was mine.

How could I know for sure she wouldn’t kiss him again?

Trust is a hard thing to get back once it’s broken. Thus I’m not positive if I’ll ever trust her again.

“I will spend every day of our lives showing you that you’re the only one I want.” She insists.

“Are you promising me forever, Chelsea?” I mumble against her lips.

“Yes,” She hums as she encircles her arms around me.

I carry her over to my bed, intending to make love to her.

She keeps her arms securely around my neck, “I never had to choose Jason because it’s always been you.” As I stare into her eyes, and I see the truth.

I slide into her warmth, wetness, slowly, and cherish every fucking inch of her.

It’s intense.

It’s passionate.

We kiss.

We touch.

“I love you, Chelsea.” I blurt out as love overwhelms me.

Tears slip from her eyes as she speaks, “I have always loved you, Jason.”

I see the regret shining in her eyes.

Our connection is strong.

Our bond is unbreakable.

I recognize at this moment that nobody can come in the middle of what we have.

I’m not my mother, and she isn’t her father.

As I thrust into her, I realize I have nothing to fear.

She’s mine.

And, always will be.

“Jason,” she whispers as tears fall from her eyes.

“I know,” It’s too intense. It’s also powerful.

She brings her hands up to my face, wiping away the tears I didn’t know were there.

I close my eyes and relish in the feel of her.

She’s my obsession.

She’s my life.

She’s my air, and without her, I can’t breathe.

“Please look at me, Jason.” I open my eyes and stare down at her as I repeatedly plunge into her pussy slowly, at an even pace.

I fill her with my seed until I have nothing left to give.

Soon after, I climb off her and pluck the ‘Aquamarine Lotus Flower Diamond Ring’ from the nightstand.

Kneeling beside the bed, naked, I speak from the heart. “When I left you at your house and told you I had homework, it was a lie,” I admit. “I swear, that’s the last secret.” I cross my heart before continuing, “I had gone to the jewelry store and purchased you this ring because I knew you were the one for me. You are everything to me, Chelsea. I want to love you now and forever. Will you marry me?” She yelps and leaps on me, knocking me onto the floor.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She screams excitedly. “I’ll marry you, Jason.”

I take her hand into mine and slide the ring onto her finger. “You’re mine in every way possible.” I kiss her ring finger, then her lips.

“Let’s do it now,” I propose. “We can go to the ‘Justice of the Peace’ before going to your mothers.”

She observes the ring while lying on me, “If we do this, Jason, it’s forever. I won’t marry you just to divorce you. I came from a broken family, so divorce will never be a choice.”

“I told you, I’ll never you go.” She nods.

“All my clothes are still at the beach house,” She frowns.

“Remember us against the world.” I kiss her slowly and passionately,

“We’re getting married first,” I demand, wanting to make her mine before we do anything. “Then, you and me, together, will get your clothes and head over your mothers.”

“You’ve got answers for everything, don’t you?” She adds as she plays with my growing beard.

I back her into the wall and kiss her deeply, “Are you ready, Mrs. Tanner?”

She sings, “Chelsea Tanner.” A smile appears on her face, “I like the sound of that.” She says.

“Me too.” At that moment, I realize I’ll never keep another secret as long as I live. It will always be she and I, and nothing or nobody will take her from me.