“Make me,” she smarts.
“Fuck.”
I snatch her hand out of her pussy, taking those two wet fingers and placing them in my mouth. She mewls loudly as my tongue swirls and sucks them clean. Not taking my eyes off hers, I release her fingers from my mouth and drop her hand to her side … then I drop my mouth to her pretty pussy.
The second her flavor hits my mouth, I’m a starved man getting his first meal in years.
I’ve been a fool.
I wasn’t a saint before I was a ghost. I was a whore who used my body in the search of something I never could find because I had no respect for myself. In the years that I’ve spent hunting, I’ve not allowed myself a single slip back into the old me. The only time I’ve allowed myself a release was when it was with someone who made it clear they only wanted to use me. There were never emotions. No intimacy aside from heavy petting, a hard fuck, and a silent goodbye after. I knew I had nothing to offer someone, and they made it clear I was being used in the first place. I was okay with it because fuck me, twenty-plus years without any human touch to make you feel like you weren’t actually dead is a long time.
Oh, how I was a fool.
I’ve been living my death this whole time like it was real. Going through the motions of the hunt I had committed my new life to, never letting myself feel alive. I knew what it was like to lose everything, and I couldn’t do that again.
So I kept myself dead.
Until I saw this beautiful woman from across the street that fateful day and made it my mission to visit her coffee shop every morning for just a taste of that alive feeling she gave me. I didn’t realize it then. Now, with her coming unglued as my mouth and tongue slaving at her pussy … I realize I never knew what feeling alive actually meant.
Even before I “died.”
I suck her clit deep, taking a little bite of the sensitive skin with a nip of my teeth. Her cry of pleasure echoes around the room. My tongue comes out, lapping up the wetness dripping from her. I lick, nibble, suck, and devour her. The whole time my cock gets so hard, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop myself from coming.
Her hands go to my hair, using the long length to keep my mouth where it is. I keep sucking at her clit, loving the noises she’s making. I can feel her wetness through my bearded skin. I lift one hand from her hip and move myself back as much as I can without losing her pussy on my mouth, and push one thick finger inside her core.
Fuck, she’s tight.
I slide my finger in and out, loving how she grips my digit each time I pull back, trying to keep me inside her. She’s just as hungry for me as I am for her. All it takes is one more pass of my tongue on her clit, then I close my mouth and suck. I curl my finger deep inside her and look up her body. Her eyes watch me feast on her for a second before her head drops to the couch, the walls of her core tightening around me, and a rush of wetness leaves her as she cries out her release. Instead of stopping, I keep going until the last whimper leaves her mouth, and her body stops clenching around me. When my finger comes out, she gives a throaty whine but doesn’t move.
“Look at me,” I demand.
She shakes her head, a small smile on her lips, but she doesn’t open her eyes. She’s still spread wide, arms at her side, legs open, and her wetness glistening on her pussy lips. Even the couch has a wet spot. I don’t give a fuck. I’ll buy her a new one and put this one at my place so I never forget this moment.
“Look at me now, Olivia.”
Her eyes open slightly, and she peeks through heavy and very sated eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
Her face heats but not from embarrassment.
“What if I want to fuck you?” she challenges, her brazenness making my cock twitch.
“You’ll fuck me when I want you to.”
“Is that right?”
“You ever come like that before?”
She shakes her head.
“You’re gonna let me fuck you the way I want to fuck you, then you can answer that again when I’m done with you.”
“I already know there will be no comparisons when you take me. You make me come alive.”
Fucking hell.
“You have no idea, Olivia. No idea at all.”
I lean over and grab my wallet, tagging a condom from the back and sheathing myself in quick succession. When my body covers hers, her hands roam up and then slowly down my back, not stopping until she has my ass under her palms. Her hair wild around her head, her breasts begging for my mouth, and those lips still red and swollen from our kisses. She looks stunning. I keep hold of her gaze and start rocking my hips against hers. Sliding my heavy cock between her lips, I coat myself with her wetness. She meets every move with one of her own, us in sync completely. I watch the color rise on her chest, knowing she’s already close to coming again just by feeling my cock against her clit.
“I don’t do slow, Olivia.”
“I don’t want slow.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I continue, lifting my hips slightly so my tip is at her entrance.
“I want to feel that pain,” she gasps when I feed an inch of me into her tight heat.
“You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m a rough man. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She lifts her head and looks directly into my eyes, holding my gaze so I see the truth behind her words.
“I want your rough. You make me feel things I thought were forever gone for me. Fuck me hard and make me feel alive.”
Alive.
Make me feel alive.
She has no way of knowing the power her words ring through me. The truth slams home in my heart.
Her words light the fire, and I thrust the rest of my cock into her body. I pause, letting her get used to me, and wait so I can breathe through the incredible feeling of being buried deep inside her.
“Take me … please. Coop, take me.”
My cock twitches, and my heart slams inside my chest.
“Say that again,” I demand, pulling out slightly.
“Take me,” she says.
“No. Say my name.”
Her wild eyes fill with something I can’t place, but she gives me what I need, and I’m done for. Completely fucking done for.
“Coop,” she says on a breath. “Please, Coop.”
“Fuck,” I breathe.
Then I take her. I fuck her so hard that I know it has to hurt, but she doesn’t act like it does. She is just as lost in me as I am in her. She continues to say my name over and over, begging me not to stop. Like I even could. It would take a miracle for me to stop. I’ve never felt anything better than being inside this woman. Her skin slides against mine, our sweat mingling. I take her mouth and pour everything I wish I could say into that kiss. Keeping her fevered screams down my throat, I swear to everything there is that I can feel them reach my balls, curling around me and gripping tight. I power through, feeling her pussy ripple against my cock. When she sucks my lip between hers and bites down as she comes, I’m done for.
I thrust deep and lift my mouth off hers and bury my head in her neck, kissing my way to her shoulder. My mouth opens right over her shoulder, and my teeth bite down as I groan out my own release. I come so hard, I’m not even sure if the condom did any good. It feels too good. She’s so wet, it very well could have been worthless.