by M. Robinson
I never thought about what he was sayin’, ever.
Why hadn’t I kissed anyone else?
Before I could give it a second thought, he answered for me. “Like I’ve been telling you since day one. It’s really plain and simple. You belong to me, and you fuckin’ know it.”
I licked my lips, baitin’, “So what are you gonna do about it?”
He grinned. “I’m gonna show you.”
Chapter 16
<>Jackson<>
Before I could assure her how much she meant to me, how much she always meant to me. Tell her what I felt so deeply in my heart...
I needed to show her.
Actions always spoke louder than words. Yet still, I would try to express them as best as I could.
She deserved it.
Me.
All of me.
The truth, even if it killed me.
“Ever since the first time I kissed you, I knew there was no going back. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, Harley. I should have known what you meant to me. Instead, I claimed you the only way I knew how ... by teasing you, taunting you, worshipping you, until I broke you.
My best friend.
My savior.
My girl.
Every look. Every kiss. Every touch. Every tear. It was always you, Harley. Always.”
Her bottom lip quivered as I gently kissed her, murmuring, “I hated how much I needed you. How much I thought about you. How much you owned me. From my mind to my heart, to every single bone in my body. I’m yours. I pushed you away, I hurt you, I bullied you ’cuz at the end of the day, the only thing I fear more than losing you”—I looked deep into her eyes—“is forgetting who you are.”
She burst into tears.
“Shhh ... baby girl, no crying. You wanted the truth, there it is. There are so many things I can’t say with words. I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
She nodded, unable to form anything with what I just wholeheartedly shared. Her breathing hitched when I reached for the bottom of her top, pulling it up over her head.
I hoarsely whispered against her lips, “Baby girl, once I start this, there will be no going back for us. I won’t stop until I’ve explored every last inch of your flesh, your heart, your pussy. Until I’m etched so far into your mind, you’ll never be able to touch your skin and not feel me.”
With wide eyes she swallowed hard and breathed out, “What are you sayin’?”
“I want to make love to you.”
Her gaze set me on fire, and my heart kicked into overdrive. I loved having her look at me like that. I never wanted her to stop looking at me in that way ... the way that made me feel like we were the only two people in the world.
I knew right then and there I would never be able to go on without her.
And maybe, I never had.
She licked her lips and leaned in to kiss me, giving me all the answers I needed. The second her tongue touched mine, it turned into its own sensation. Its own creation, taking on its own life.
My body fell forward, pushing her into my mattress. Swiftly laying between her widespread legs. Placing all my weight on my arms, I cradled her face.
The sheets were cool on our already heightened skin. Our eyes stayed connected the entire time as she watched my every move, like she was trying to engrain it into her memory.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Harley. So goddamn beautiful,” I groaned into the side of her neck, setting soft kisses on her pulse.
Inch-by-inch, I deliberately took it slow. Gradually crawling my way down her body, lightly skimming my lips across her bare breasts, igniting tingles all over her milky white skin.
Sucking her nipple into my mouth, simultaneously caressing the other with my hand. Leaving her core weakening beneath me, chills running up and down her awaiting body. Her back arched off the bed, wanting more, and I happily obliged.
Giving her what she craved.
Working my way down her stomach, my predatory glare never left her eyes as I continued my assault on her petite frame.
“That feel good?”
She nodded, unable to form words again. Lost in the sensation of me.
Her man.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I asked in between kisses on her lower abdomen. Pulling off her cotton shorts and panties, I threw them on the floor.
She sucked in air as I grinned against her shaved pussy.
I fucked my fist to this moment so many times, though nothing compared to actually having her cunt against my mouth.
“Tell me,” I urged, never stopping the torment of my lips on her.
Devouring every last inch of her skin with my greedy, heady glare, I took in her beautiful naked glory. Starting from her rosy cheeks, down to her perfectly flushed, perky tits, right where I wanted to look the most.
Her pussy.
Seeing it this close for the first time was everything I ever wanted.
Her.
Spreading her legs further apart to expose her bundle of nerves, I softly blew cool air on her arousal. Her breathing was heavy and deep, and her skin was warm. Sweat glistened off her flesh in the sun peeking through the shades. Her clit was so vulnerable, so bare, I could see the bright red nub from where I was.
I glanced up at her with a mischievous stare, making sure to lick my lips as I continued my way down. Silently laughing when she rocked her hips against the bed, her silent plea for me to keep going.
“Oh, trust me, baby, I’m going to.” I tenderly, slowly skimmed her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Exactly the way she wanted me to.
Exactly the way she would love.
“Oh my God,” she purred, shuddering.
“I’ve barely licked you, and your legs are already shaking. That what you want, Gremlin? For me to kiss you here?”
“Please,” she begged.
“Baby girl, you may not be taking my virginity, but you’re taking everything else. I’ve never done this to anyone, Harley.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Why?”
“’Cuz I was waiting for you.”
“Hold up. What have you done, Jackson? It’s like you’re not even the same person right now.”
“I’m tired of the games. I just want you.”
“You’re bein’ the sweetest guy ever right now, and I’m so naked in front of you. This is not how I thought this would go down.” She nervously chuckled, covering her face.
“Harley, look at me.”
“I can’t. I feel so bad. I’ve been so mean to you, and you didn’t deserve it.”
“Sometimes I deserved it.”
“I’m just not used to this version of Jackson, and I don’t know how to handle it. ’Cuz... I think... I mean ... ugh! I can’t even say it.”
I repeated, “Harley, look at me,” in a stern, dominant tone.
Never did I expect her to reveal, “Rudolph, I think I’m in love with you.”
My head jerked back, stunned.
“Are you still here? Or did you runaway? I’m totally ruinin’ the moment, aren’t I? I’ll shut up now, but you needed to know. ’Cuz I can’t keep this shit inside anymore. You don’t have to say it back. You probably don’t feel the same way. I mean, unless you do? Oh man, I suck at this.”
“It’s okay to be honest with me. I want to know these things. Nothing you could say or do will make me run away from you. I hope I’ve proven that by now, but in case you still have doubts ... you’re everything to me, Harley. You always have been and always will be. Nothing will ever change that.”
It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, however it was the only thing I could say. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her I loved her, not when I might forget her.
“Now please look at me, so I can eat your pussy.”
She moaned in response, opening her eyes as I licked from the bottom to the top of her slit.
Our eyes locked.
“Watch me. I wanna kn
ow what you like, what you need, how you want me to make love to you with my mouth? Do you want that? Huh? Do you want me to make you come on my tongue?”
“Yes...”
She just about came undone when my tongue flicked her clit. Another moan escaped her lips just from the anticipation of what I was going to do to her next.
“Like this?” I taunted, sucking her nub into my thirsty mouth.
She didn’t say a word. She could barely breathe.
“Or...” I sucked her clit, moving my head side-to-side. “Like this.”
She loudly panted, which earned her a smile. I didn’t even try to hide it.
“Feels good, yeah?”
“Yes...”
With my middle finger, I gently pushed through her opening. Continuing my torture with my tongue on her clit for a few more seconds, enjoying the feel of her slickness against my callused finger. Feeling her wetness pooling, she turned her face away with embarrassment.
“I love that you’re so fuckin’ wet. I’m going to taste you now, Harley.”
She whimpered as I dove my tongue as far as it would go in her cunt. Devouring her like she was my last supper. Her come becoming my favorite thing to eat.
Sweet.
Musky.
Fuckin’ everything.
When I eased in a second finger next, she released another whimper for a completely different reason.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight.”
Savoring both the taste and the feel of her all at once. How her body was completely at my command, as I held her beneath me. She melted against my flesh, into my touch, captivated by everything I was giving her and craving more.
Sucking her clit harder and firmer, I was relentless in my pursuit to have her come over and over again on my fingers and mouth.
“Oh, God, right there,” she panted.
Pushing in and out with a steady rhythm, I worked her over. Making her squirm.
Completely at my mercy.
Getting her as ready as I could to take my cock.
“Right there?” I mocked, pushing harder against that rigid spot inside of her.
Her back arched off the bed again, fisting the sheets. Her impending orgasm completely consuming her.
“Stop talkin’ and ... right there...” she whined, rocking her hips against my mouth and soaking wet hand.
I shifted my fingers just to fuck with her.
“Here?”
“No, right there. I want it right here. Like this.” She rocked her hips on her own.
“Here?”
“Oh god, yes—there...”
“You’re so fuckin’ bossy,” I huskily groaned, enjoying the sight and feel of her getting off. “You feel that?”
“I said stop talkin’.”
“But me talking is what’s gonna make you come.”
She was close, almost there. I could tell by her heady movements and heavy breathing.
“I want you to come, baby. I want you to come so fuckin’ hard that you squeeze the fuck out of my fingers.”
The sound of my filthy words had her pussy pulsating.
Until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
Pulling out my fingers, I stuck them in my mouth, licking them fuckin’ clean.
Her mouth dropped open and, before she could give it too much thought, my fingers were back inside her as if they never left in the first place. I manipulated her bundle of nerves.
Up and down.
Left and right.
Licking.
Sucking.
Fucking her with my tongue.
Within minutes her legs started to shake, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Her hands immediately gripped onto my hair, and I grunted in satisfaction.
“Hmm ... ah ... mmm...” She exhaled, coming hard.
Fast.
All the way down my face and neck.
The next thing she knew, I was kissing her. Letting her experience what she tasted like all over my mouth. It was intoxicating as much as it was arousing.
“I need to get a condom.”
“No, you don’t. I’m on the pill.”
I growled, kissing her again as I aggressively pulled off my shorts and boxers, letting my rock-hard cock loose. Giving her exactly what she hungered for, I placed the tip of my dick at her opening.
Yearning.
Loving.
Demanding all of her.
She rocked her hips, beckoning me to keep going.
I did.
Moving my fingers back to her overstimulated clit, I slowly eased inside her. The sensations of my fingers replacing the uncomfortable feeling of my slow thrusts.
“Are you okay?” I whispered into her mouth.
“Hmm...”
“You’re so fucking tight, so fuckin’ good. Your pussy was made for me, Harley.”
Nothing compared or even came close to the feeling of this girl, to the sensations that only she stirred within me. This was more than just sex, more than just two bodies coming together, more than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
This was her.
Mine.
I patiently thrust in some, taking her slowly and cherishing her like she deserved. Like I had wanted to do for so damn long.
Her back subtly arched off the sheets.
“Almost there, baby girl.” I thrust in a little more. “Fuck, how can you feel this good?”
“Mmmm...” was all she could reply.
“There. Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She did.
“There’s my girl.”
Never stopping the movement of my fingers, I took a moment, relishing in what just happened between us.
“Can you feel me inside you, Harley?”
“Yes...”
Stirring my fingers faster, I gradually thrust in and out.
So warm.
So wet.
So fuckin’ perfect.
I claimed her mouth, while I was claiming her pussy.
“You feel that?” I thrust in harder, manipulating her clit with my fingers. Firmer and more demanding.
Positioning my knee a little higher, her leg inclined with mine. Her breathing raced, and I knew I was hitting her sweet spot better from that angle.
My forehead hovered above hers as we caught our breaths, trying to find a rhythm in unison together. My thrusts became harder and rougher, her body responding to everything I was giving.
Everything I was taking...
Our bodies moved like we were made for each other.
Her eyes dilated in pleasure, but also in pain. I immediately lapped at her breasts, unable to get enough of her.
“Jackson,” she breathed out, and I swear my cock got harder.
I moved back up to her face, and our mouths parted as we both panted profusely. Desperately trying to cling onto every sensation of our skin-on-skin contact. I felt myself start to come apart, and she was right there with me.
“Can I come?”
“I’m almost there,” she breathlessly panted.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Your pussy just gripped onto my cock. You do that again, I’m gonna come.”
“So come.”
“Not until you do. Come for me, and I’ll go with you.”
Three...
Two...
One.
She fuckin’ exploded.
Long.
Powerful.
Utterly mind-blowing.
Climaxing all down my shaft and taking me right over with her. I shook with my release and passionately kissed her before I kissed all around her face.
Her neck.
Her breasts.
For a few moments.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No. I’m fine. That was—”
“Fuckin’ amazing.”
She scoffed out a chuckle. “You were alright.”
“Harley, I’m still inside of you. Don’t make me fuck you until you can’t stand.�
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“Oh, so you think now that you took my virginity, you’re gonna fuck me, yeah?”
“In every hole in your body.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I would never let you in my butthole.”
“Like I told you when we were kids. If I wanted in there, I’d get in there.”
“Jackson! My butthole is mine.”
“And you’re mine. Now you’re getting the picture.”
“You’re horrible. What am I gonna do with you?”
I didn’t hesitate in responding, “Anything you want. I’m yours too.”
“So I can go in your butt—”
“Don’t even fuckin’ think about it.”
She giggled, making me hard again.
We stayed like that for I don’t know how long, before I got up to go to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth. When I stepped back into the room, she was in the exact position I left her, looking up at the ceiling with a glow about her I’d never seen on anyone.
I smiled, spreading her legs again, and she let me. Probably assuming I wasn’t done yet.
I wasn’t, not even close. But I needed to take care of what was mine first.
“What are you doing?” She panicked, feeling the wet washcloth on her swollen skin.
“I’m cleaning you up.”
And again, she burst into tears.
I used to think seeing her cry would be the best feeling in the world, and it was. When they were happy tears.
I went down on her two more times, and we made love all over again. Except this time, I knew I was fucked.
Pulling her in my arms, she fell fast asleep as I softly played with her hair.
For the first time, I stayed up all night. Not from the memories that would forever haunt me, but from the girl wrapped in my arms.
I was content.
Her there with me.
Exactly the way my mother knew I’d be.
Chapter 17
<>Harley<>
Now: Twenty-four-years-old
“Jackson, how does it feel to win the Super Bowl?” a reporter shouted at his press conference after the big win.
I hated this part of our charade the most.
The press.
They didn’t mind their own business on a normal day, let alone on an occasion like today. It was a national American pastime, where my beloved husband just won his Super Bowl diamond ring and the Vince Lombardi Trophy for his team. Scoring a record breakin’ eight touchdowns in a single game. It was an all-out frenzy at the Bank of America Stadium.