“If hurting you meant feeling happiness, I’d forever want to live in misery,” I tell her before dropping my lips to hers, kissing her as if my life depends on it.
And it does.
My life depends on hers, on her happiness and well−being.
We kiss lazily, sliding against each other, dancing our tongues together before I reach between us and line up my cock with her entrance.
I don’t dare take my eyes off hers as I inch forward, the head of my cock nestled inside her. Removing my hand and placing it on her shoulder, I press forward, inhaling a strangled breath at the same time she does as I stretch her open.
Her nails turn to claws as they dig into my shoulder and I groan from the pinch of pain. I can take anything she gives me and it won’t ever change the fact that the only thing I’ll ever give her is pleasure.
“Oh god, Wesley. So good,” she mumbles, relaxing at last when I’m as far as I can go. “You feel so good. You’re so much deeper like this.” Her hands drag down my back and squeeze the globes of my ass, pulling me closer, which surges me forward.
I’m pressed in her to the hilt.
I don’t say anything. I can’t. If I do, I’ll come too fast. She feels incredible, but it’s how we’ve worked up to this moment that has me hanging by a thread.
The bed begins to shake as I quicken the pace and snap my hips. One hand gripping her tit, the other squeezing her thigh, I rock against her faster. She cries my name, the long column of her throat on display.
I can’t ignore it.
I dive down and lick across the pale skin, moaning at the lavender scent clinging to her. I planned to go easy, slow, and work our way up to hard but my control slips. Harder and faster, I plunge into her tight heat, cloaking myself in her nectar.
Every second that passes she becomes wetter and her sounds, her body’s reaction to me, it’s all for me. No one else, not because of anyone or anything else. There are no outside influences.
Just me.
I’m making her feel like this.
Hungry, starved, and impatient for my cock just like I am for her sweet cupcake.
I curl my hands around her shoulders and use them as support to hold onto her harder, forcing myself to move faster. God, I’m desperate.
“Wesley! Oh my god, more. More, please. Faster. Faster, damn it!”
I don’t know what happened to my plan but hearing her cry out for more has everything damned to hell.
“You want me harder, baby?” I pull out, my cock coated with her icing and slide my fingers through her folds, bringing my fingers to my mouth. I suck them clean, satisfying my sweet tooth.
“Yes,” she hisses, lifting her hips to impale herself on my cock again.
So much for gentle. I can’t deny her anything.
In the blink of an eye, I flip her onto her stomach and plaster myself against her back, rutting my cock between her ass cheeks. “Maybe I’ll fuck you there one day too. Own you in every hole. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I nip at the shell of her ear.
“Yes, god, please. Take me now. I don’t care.” She bends her lower back, pushing her ass up which causes my perfectly aligned cock to sink into her hot, wicked depths.
I growl, holding her shoulders tight while I stare at where we are connected, watching her fuck me from the bottom. Every fat inch of me disappears into her cunt, the flesh shining every time I slide out, only to slide back in.
Right where I belong.
“You keep doing that, and I’m going to come,” I warn, gritting my teeth when she ignores me, flexing her muscles inside. “Fuck!” I cry out and my orgasm barrels inside me. I yank out from her heated grip.
Breath heaving.
Chest rising.
Fist clenching.
A pearly white drop escapes my slit, my orgasm at the brink of shattering my control. I’m shaking, trembling, and holding back is beginning to hurt. The denial burns my shaft and creates an ache in my balls that quickly diminishes the orgasm.
She peers over her shoulder, looking innocent and clueless while batting her eyelashes at me.
“I think someone wants to be fucked,” I sneer, flipping her over onto her back again. I drag her to the head of the mattress, spread her legs with my knees, grip the headboard with my hands, and stare down at her through sweat stinging my eyes.
She circles her clit for a minute, which has me licking my lips as my mouth waters, watching the sensitive swollen bundle peek between her fingers while she pinches it. I slide my cock against her to join her and Charlie takes control, grips my cock, and places me at her hole.
I stretch my fingers one by one before curling them around the headboard again and thrust in, hard and unrelenting. I continue the rough speed, trying to fuck her harder with every stroke. Our bodies slap together and mix with her loud screams of ecstasy.
While playing with her clit, she uses one hand to fondle her nipple.
The bed bangs against the wall. The mattress squeaks. It sounds like I’m hurting her, but I’m not. Her face is red and when she’s close, she claws at my chest and bites down on her lip.
“Wesley!” the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard while she clamps down around me.
Her orgasm stops her movement, and she grins before disbelief takes over and her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her body levitates off the bed, her body possessed by me and me alone.
Her muscles work my cock up and down, sucking me deeper into her womb until I can’t take anymore.
“Charlie! Fuck, baby,” I grind out as I come.
I continue to use the headboard to push myself deeper with every jet that leaves me, planting myself so my come stays and lingers.
We gasp for breath as I fall to the side of her, not wanting to crush her with my weight. I groan and kiss her shoulder, holding her as if I never want to let go.
And I don’t.
We fall asleep tangled up in each other’s embrace. The last boundary has been crossed and I feel closer to her than I ever have. I’ll never abuse her trust again not when I’m right where I want to be.
If someone ever asks me what my favorite memory is, the answer would be simple.
Here. With her. Naked. Spent. Tangled in sheets. And in love.
I sit back and watch as everyone yells at each other, debating on how to surprise Kenneth. Truth is, nothing surprises Kenneth. He’ll be ready no matter what they do or say or prepare. They can go in with guns blazing, but Kenneth will still take them out one by one. Kenneth might be an asshole, but he isn’t stupid.
“It isn’t going to work,” I say casually, pouring myself an ice−cold coke.
No one hears me and that’s fine. I don’t need them to.
Kenneth will expect them to come in a group or small groups or for them to sneak in, but you want to know what he won’t expect?
Me, showing up alone.
We have less than twenty−four hours.
They’ve killed the Scapegoat and sent his body to NOLA just like they promised. Mercy didn’t show mercy. I suppose he only saves that for ones that matter to him. Sitting here fighting about it isn’t going to do anything. It isn’t going to solve anything. It wastes time.
Something Whistler’s sister doesn’t have.
There’s one man that agrees with my way of thinking and it’s earned him a punch in the face from my beloved.