by Wolf, Alex
She shakes her head back and forth, staring at my eyes in the reflection of the window. I bypass her clit and cup her entire pussy in my hand, rough, digging my fingers in. “How much I’ve missed this pussy?”
She yelps, but I already know she enjoys this much more than she’ll let on. I know how to push every button on her body and I damn sure haven’t forgotten. Not a day has gone by I haven’t thought about what I’d give to have this opportunity just one more time.
“Tell me what I want to hear. You know what it is.” I dig my fingers in even harder. She’ll be swollen tomorrow morning when she wakes up in my bed.
She shakes her head again, this time defiantly, but her lips are curled up slightly in a grin.
I squeeze my fist around her hair even tighter and yank her neck back, so her ear is right next to my mouth. “Say. It.”
“It’s not true anymore, Donavan.” She gasps out the words, clearly goading me even more.
I smile right back at her reflection. “It’s always been true. I’m not naïve enough to think you haven’t fucked other men. They didn’t compare though, did they? It’s always been true. It was true then, just like it is now. Say it, and I’ll give you everything you want.”
She shakes her head again.
I slide two fingers through her slick folds, then shove them deep inside her. “Look how fucking wet you are, Pais.” I apply even more pressure, and she squeezes around me. “Don’t tell me it’s not true.” I pump my fingers a few times, and she gasps.
Just when she’s starting to buck her hips against my hand, I pull them out and graze her clit.
She shudders against me.
“Say it, Pais.” I grip the bottom of her skirt and slide it up, then run my hand over her ass. “I know what you want. Just say it.”
She shakes her head once more, still defiant, but secretly loving every second of this. It’s written all over her damn face. I dig my fingers into her firm ass, then massage the cheek, warming it up.
Finally, through several pants, she says, “Do what you have to do, Donavan.”
I twist her head to the side, so this time I’m looking right into her eyes. “I will, trust me.” I yank her panties down, pull my hand back, and smack her bare ass—hard. Hard enough to leave a bright red handprint right across it.
Her entire body jolts against the window. “Holy shit,” she gasps, before a coo escapes her lips.
My hand immediately goes back to kneading her soft flesh where I just spanked her. Through gritted teeth I say, “Tell me what I want to hear, Pais.” Before she can respond, I spank her again, a little harder this time. The sound of my hand colliding with her echoes through the empty condo, the walls and the glass amplifying the sound a thousand times over.
“Fuck,” she gasps again.
Her chest rises and falls in huge waves, her eyes hungry, wanting more.
“I have all fucking night to spank you so hard you can’t sit down in the morning.” I swat her again, even harder this time, then release her hair and wrap my hand around her throat. My other hand slides around her ass and I take my fingers even deeper into her pussy this time, curling them up to hit the spot deep inside her that only I know about.
She glares into my eyes, then they close at the sudden intrusion. She slumps over a little, but I keep her held up by her throat.
When her eyes open again, I see it. What I’ve been waiting for. The submission.
The best fucking part about sex with Paisley Williams. She always put up a fight, but that moment of vulnerability is everything for me. It’s like a precious gift she always made me work my ass off for, but then handed over like a present on Christmas morning.
I never thought I’d see it again, and my heart comes alive at the sight.
My lips curl up into a grin, and I know I have her.
My thumb circles her clit and my fingers relax around her throat.
I press my forehead against hers and stare right into her eyes. “Tell me,” I whisper. “I need to hear it again, just one more time.”
“It’s yours, Donavan.”
“What is?”
“My pussy. It belongs to you.”
“Only me?”
“Only you.”
I slip my fingers from her and pull her skirt down to the floor. She kicks it away after it puddles around her feet. I stand back up, taking my time, running my hands up the back of her legs, and I kiss my handprint on her ass, soothing the burn she has to be feeling. When I stand back up behind her, I slowly remove the tattered blouse from her shoulders and toss it aside with her skirt, then unclasp her bra and remove it from her arms. I slide her hair gently over her shoulders so her curls dangle down her back and run my fingertips slowly up her arms as I kiss around her neck.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamed about having you like this again. You in nothing but a pair of heels, pressed against my window, while you came repeatedly.” I shove her forward, bending her over at the waist.
She gasps. “I’m so close, Donnie. You have no idea.”
She’s so helpless right now and it’s hot as fuck. I can tell she needs this release just as bad as I do. If she’s anything like me it’s been coiling inside her nonstop. She needs me the same way I need her. It’s always been that way. A yin and yang, push and pull. We’ve always been the other half of each other.
I take my time, working down her back, kissing her softly.
Her legs tremble every time I so much as exhale across her skin. She’s so damn responsive it won’t take long to make her come, but I’m going to tease it as long as I can, so it’s that much better for her.
I can’t help but admire her body. It hasn’t changed much, but it’s still different. More toned, stronger. She’s hardened over the years, her interior as well as her exterior.
Once I’m on my knees behind her, I spread her ass and lick slowly from her clit all the way up her. Her entire body shakes and jolts, and she gasps out an audible exhale.
“Please, hurry.”
I give her another smack on the ass, but not nearly as hard as earlier. Just enough to hold her orgasm off another minute or two. I want to take my time, worship her body from my knees. Also, if I’m being honest, I don’t want this to end. I’ve never wanted it to end.
I let my pride and my ridiculous ego steal her away from me once, and I’ve told myself a million times I’d do anything for just one more night with her. This is a moment to be savored.
I slide my tongue back across her and flatten it on her pussy. The tip rests on her clit, and I slowly work circles around it.
Her thighs quake and her ass presses back against my face. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I spread her ass farther apart, giving me better access, and hum on her.
“So. Close.” The words come out on a begging tone.
My cock is so fucking hard, I think I might pass out. I need to be inside her, buried deep as her pussy cinches around me.
The need is so bad it literally feels like the world will end, but I want to remind her how easily I can get her off.
I lean back and give her another swat, on the other ass cheek. “Not yet.”
“Please.” She draws out the word. “I need it. Please.”
I growl, “When I say and not before.”
I glance around and catch her nodding at her reflection. I have to hold her ass to keep her from shoving it back against me.
I move back in and exhale across her clit. Goosebumps break out up and down her thighs and ass.
“Stop. Teasing. Me.” Her words come out on an exasperated sigh.
Energy radiates from her body, the release building in her ass and legs, and traveling up her spine. When she comes it’s going to be fucking incredible.
I lift up onto my feet and stand next to her, bent down so my lips are next to her ear. “Fingers or mouth?”
“I don’t care, just do it, please.”
I grip under her chin and turn her head to face me, so our eyes are
locked, then slide my thumb into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, making sure it’s properly lubricated.
Her eyes widen, but before she can say anything, I have two fingers inside her and my wet thumb pressed up against her tight, puckered asshole.
“Oh, fuck.” Her eyes roll back in her head.
“Come for me, Pais.”
Her hips begin to buck and shudder, and right when her orgasm crests, I slide my thumb in.
Her eyes vault open. “Holy. God. Donavan.”
I watch in amusement as the orgasm rips up her spine and down through her legs, her whole body tensing and trembling in huge undulating waves.
Her pussy and ass squeeze tight around my fingers, so damn hard I wonder if I could even get them out of her now. I have them hooked into her from behind and I work them up and down as she gasps and smacks at the glass window, like she can’t get any air.
Her eyes roll over to mine and she’s lost right now. Caught in a whirlwind she’s tried so hard to resist, but it still brought us back together years later as if fate determined it.
Fuck, this is the best part. When she looks like this, completely drained. I know it’ll only last a minute or two, but it’s just—perfect, taking care of her afterward. She’s so soft and lithe—innocent.
I quickly scoop her up in my arms and hold her to my chest. She’s completely limp as I carry her to the bedroom.
I lay her in my bed and slide down, so my face is between her legs, and just watch her. When her eyelashes finally flutter and stare down at me, my tongue is already on her clit.
“You’re relentless,” she says on a labored breath.
“You already knew this about me. It’s why you came up here.”
She shakes her head, but at the same time smiles and says, “Maybe.”
It doesn’t take long for me to have her on the edge of another orgasm. Despite all our problems, everything that has gone wrong, I’ve always been a master at knowing everything she wants and needs—in a physical sense. I know every possible way to touch her, which buttons to push.
With the tip of my tongue, I stroke across her clit slowly, left to right, right to left. Her thighs threaten to clench around my face, and I spread her wider with both hands.
She squirms against my touch, and I dig my fingers in to hold her in place.
She gasps for air. “Donavan, please…”
“Not yet.” I growl the words against her inner thigh.
She groans like she’s in the best kind of agony possible. I take her to the brink of an orgasm and then pull her back, over and over, until it feels like she might pass out with my face between her legs.
With one swift movement, I flip her over to her stomach and splay my fingers across her back, keeping her chest pinned down against the mattress. My tongue slides up the base of her spine, to the middle of her back, until my lips press up against her neck, just below her ear. Slowly, I pepper kisses along her ear, nipping at the shell.
“I’ve waited so goddamn long for this.”
She gasps when she hears me unbuckling my belt. “Donavan, I…”
I slide my hand into her hair and make a fist while I free my cock from my slacks. It’s hard as a rock and aches to be inside her.
Once my pants are off, I give her another smack on the ass, then yank her hips up so I’m lined up with her.
“I’m not on the pill.”
Something about her admission causes my nostrils to flare even more. “Good.”
Her whole body tightens, and I don’t have to see her face to know there is shock written all over it.
The head of my dick parts her lips and she’s so fucking hot and wet I can’t stop the groan from low in my throat. I lean down next to her ear. “I’m going to blow deep inside you and whatever happens fucking happens.”
“Donavan…” Her word sounds apprehensive, but at the same time she tries to push her ass back into me. She’s so needy and wanting, like she’s yearned for me and only me the last seven years.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” I growl the words into her ear.
She sucks in a deep breath but doesn’t say anything.
I slide the tip against her clit and her back arches.
“Tell. Me. To. Stop.”
She finally shakes her head. “Please don’t stop.”
That’s what I fucking thought.
“This is mine, Paisley. It always has been, and it will always belong to me.” I push inside her, and fuck, when her pussy squeezes around me a million memories come flooding back, a million feelings buried deep down. Feelings I’ve suppressed and tried to forget but couldn’t. “Hide all you want, but you’ll never escape me. No one else knows you the way I do.”
My hips speed up as I fuck into her from behind, and holy hell, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last.
Her hands reach out and my sheets ball up between her fingers. “Donavan…” She barely gets my name out.
My fist tightens in her hair, and I smack her on the ass. I look down at my fresh, red handprint, and then watch my cock go in and out of her, glistening in the moonlight as her wetness streams down the backs of her thighs.
My eyes roll up to the ceiling, then land on her slender, hourglass frame rocking back into me.
It was always meant to be. Why did I let her get away the last time?
Because you were an idiot.
I shake my head at my thoughts and dig my fingers into her hip, yanking her harder back into me as I thrust forward. “Okay, Pais.” I nod. “Now, you can come.”
Just as I say it, my hand slides around beneath her and I stroke her clit with my fingers.
Her back arches, and I pull her up to me from behind. Both of my hands cup her breasts and I hold her up as I fuck into her.
“Oh God, Donavan.” My name comes from her throat on a squeak. Her entire body spasms as the orgasm rocks through her. Her hot pussy clamps down on me. She seizes up, shaking, like she would fall face-first on the bed if I let go of her.
Her walls squeeze so hard around my dick I don’t know how much longer I can endure this. My balls tighten and lift, a huge load building pressure.
When she’s finished, her chest heaves up and down with huge labored breaths. I’m about to blow everywhere, so I shove her down onto the mattress and flip her over.
When I see her eyes, they’re wide, staring right back at me. In an instant, I’m on top of her and my cock is back inside her. Our foreheads press together, and I gaze into her eyes, seeing everything we’ve ever been through, every trial and tribulation playing out like a highlight reel.
“I want to look into your eyes when I come inside you.”
“Holy shit, Don…” My name trails off as her eyes roll back, then land on me again.
I pump into her a few more times and I can’t hold back any longer. My cock kicks and I let loose. My fingers grip the sheets on each side of her head, and I shove into her as hard and as deep as I possibly can.
A million primal instincts take over, mind separated from my body. This was what I was made to do, mark her as mine. Hot jets of come shoot into her, over and over, as she drains every last drop from my balls. Every muscle in my body tightens, and I groan repeatedly.
Her fingernails dig into my back and she finally breaks eye contact and looks over to the side, unable to stare at me.
I grip her by the chin and angle her gaze right back to my face. When our eyes lock again, no words need to be spoken. I just stare at her, telling her without words how sorry I am, how much I still want her, that I still love her and never stopped.
She finally breaks our silence and says, “Donavan…”
“It was always you, Pais.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t.”
“Look at me. I’m not lying.”
She pushes me off her and I roll to the side. Despite everything I want to tell her, I don’t want her to be upset. Especially not after she just made me the happiest man in the world again,
even if only for a brief time. I’d forgotten what that’d felt like, the tingling coursing through my body, the swell in my chest.
We lie next to each other, staring up at the ceiling, both of us still panting.
My eyes roll over to her and I can see her contemplating everything in her life in those few brief seconds, like she simultaneously hates me and loves me more than anything, all at the same time. How she should fight this. How she shouldn’t have let it happen. I know her mind as well as I know mine.
Despite her expression, I slide my hand down into hers and her fingers wrap around it and squeeze. A tight squeeze that says, I don’t know what we’re doing, but please don’t ever let go.
A smile forms on her lips and at the same time she tenses a little.
I won’t let go. Not this time. She’s mine and I’ll fight to the death for her.
Paisley
When I wake up in Donavan’s apartment, it’s like I just started a new life. Everything feels different. It always did when I was with him. All the stress, all the worry has melted away and I feel like—me again.
This is always how it was meant to be. Then I think about everything he did and how, no matter how bad I want it to be, things will never be the same.
I sit up and wrap his thousand-thread-count sheets around me and look out at the balcony. Donavan’s out there with a cup of coffee, staring at the sunrise off Lake Michigan.
It’s beautiful.
He’s beautiful.
He’s wearing nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, lounging in a chair. No phone, no laptop, no suit. No distractions, just him and that ridiculous mind of his.
I want to join him, kiss him, tell him good morning, but I don’t. Instead, I just sit there and watch for a few minutes, wondering what our lives would be if everything else hadn’t happened, if he hadn’t hurt me so bad, damaged me beyond repair. My stomach tightens again, and I feel like I might throw up.
Finally, I take a deep breath and walk out to the balcony.
His eyes light up the second he sees me. He rises from the chair, but I hold out a hand. “Good morning,” he says softly.