The years had been good to her. Almost too good. The girl I ran down on the street was jaw dropping. But the woman these years had turned her into?
Pure devastation.
Her hair was longer, soft blonde waves falling in a golden curtain past her waist. I had caught a view of her ass when I came up behind her and it was still the perfect peach I remembered, but now her breasts had caught up and I knew they would overflow in my hands. But what really slayed me were those pretty, sapphire blue eyes. They sparkled with confidence and showered me in so much of her happiness that I smiled just from being in her presence.
She stepped away to do a little spin, a saucy grin on her lips, and I groaned at the way her toned thighs flexed with the movement. “Like what you see?” she asked, voice husky.
I snatched her back to me, running my hand down her back and over the curve of her ass, squeezing as I went along. “Fuckin’ love it,” I said with meaning, staring in her eyes.
Lizzy wet her lips and my throat went dry with desire. “Good, because I wore it just for you.”
I couldn’t wait anymore. Not with her looking at me like that. It was impossible.
My hands cupped the sides of her face and she leaned into me willingly. I bared down on her like a storm and the first touch of our lips was lightning off the coast. A giant wave crashing against the rocks. A... fuck it, I wasn’t a goddamn poet either, but the taste of her lips was earth shattering. Life changing. Everything I never knew I needed but knew in that moment I couldn’t live without.
She moaned into my mouth as my tongue slipped inside and it boggled my mind that I actually thought I had a shot in hell of leaving her behind. Leaving her in the arms of someone else.
Fucking. Never.
Her tongue flicked tentatively against mine and I growled my approval even though I wanted to pound my fists against my chest like King fucking Kong as I realized she was inexperienced. She waited. For me. It would be a straight up lie if I said that didn’t make me feel like a giant.
It also made me realize that I was devouring her mouth like a fucking animal, so I forced myself to slow it down.
“No,” she whispered, biting my bottom lip and pulling it between her teeth. “I want it wild and rough and hard. I want it all.”
Her wish.
My command.
But not with a crowd.
I grabbed her hand and laced our fingers together. “Come on.” I maneuvered us through the room, and we passed by Rain and Kayla who were giving us two thumbs up. I flipped them off, much to his amusement, and kept moving.
Kane and Saze, a pair of Hispanic twins that knew their way around explosives, were playing cards by the stairs that led up to the second floor of the clubhouse. Their wives were on their laps and the women shared secret smiles as we ascended. Behind us, one of them yelled, “About time!” And I shook my head as Lizzy giggled.
The upstairs of the clubhouse was even bigger than it appeared, had to be to house almost a dozen rowdy, testosterone filled bastards. I quickly navigated my way to the room that was always kept vacant just for me, glad it was at the far end of a long hall, as far away from possible from the party downstairs. There wouldn’t be any interruptions. If there were, I would rip someone limb from limb.
Lizzy stepped into the room as I kicked the door shut and I watched her wander around my space, marveling at the rightness of it. I couldn’t wait to see her in my lake house, padding around barefoot and gorgeous. Her presence brought light to every inch as she brushed against the fishing poles in one corner, ran her hands over the bed covered in black silk, disappeared into the walk-in closet. I followed her and leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over my chest as she looked my wardrobe up and down before shooting me a cheeky grin that made my heart flip in my chest.
“Do you think you have enough black in here?” she asked, voice light. Teasing.
I blinked and glanced around, trying to see it through her eyes. She had a point. Black boots, black jeans, black tees with the occasional white one thrown in. I shrugged. “Hard to be intimidating in pastels, angel. I’m sure it’ll look more welcoming once your girly shit starts getting mixed in.”
Her eyes widened and her throat bobbed. It took my brain a second to catch up to what my mouth had just said and then I had the same reaction. Talk about fucking zero to sixty. Less than an hour of being around her again and I was already hinting at us living together. But I refused to take it back. I wanted that and more.
She looked up at me from underneath her lashes, slowly coming closer until my nose was filled with vanilla and honey. “Do you mean that? You really want me with you?”
I held her stare captive. “I want everything from you, Lizzy.” I told her honestly. “Your clothes in my space. Your ass on my bike. Your smell on my skin.” I took the last inch between us, brushing her hair back from her ear and letting my hand fall to her neck as I leaned in and whispered, “Your womb filled with my cum.”
She sucked in a breath and I pressed my forehead to hers. “Everything. You hear me?”
Lizzy bit her lip, delicate fingers fluttering across my ribs. “I didn’t know if you were ever coming back.”
“I planned on leaving again this morning.”
I didn’t know what her reaction would be to that news, so I braced and watched her soak it in. We were both silent for several moments but for the soft sounds of our breathing and the dull thump of distant music. Her eyes darted between mine, the wheels behind them spinning.
Finally, she said, “But you’re here.”
“I am.”
Her expression grew fierce and her nails sank into my skin. “And you’re never leaving again. Not unless I’m with you.”
I smiled because that didn’t sound like a question, but I answered anyway. “Never again. This is your last chance to decide you want nothing to do with me, sweet girl. Because I’m ready to claim what’s mine and make up for the time we lost.”
She jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist and I caught her weight effortlessly, kneading the flesh of her ass between my huge palms. She caught my face in her hands and leaned closer until her whispered words brushed across my lips, making my cock twitch with need. “Then what are you waiting for? Take me to bed, Texas.”
I took her lips again in a quick, sloppy kiss as I backed us out of the closet before spinning and throwing her onto the bed, her mid-air squeal making me grin like a wolf. She landed with a soft bounce and I got a glimpse between her legs before she closed them. Meanwhile, I stripped out of my shirt and tossed it in a corner. I winked as she sat up on her elbows to check me out and I made sure my forearms flexed as I went about undoing my belt and slowly sliding my jeans down my legs.
“Oh my God,” she muttered as the base of my shaft came into view and she never blinked as I continued dragging them down, revealing inch after inch after inch, until the thick length of my cock bobbed between us, pointed right at her like a missile. Which wasn’t too far from the truth considering the destruction I had in mind.
“Like what ya see, angel?”
The way her pink lips parted as she nodded gave me all kinds of ideas but I stashed them in the back of my mind. There was plenty of time for her to try taking all of me down her throat, but not tonight. Not for her first time. This was all about her and I was going to make sure that I blew her fucking mind until he she couldn’t see straight.
“Spread your legs for me,” I ordered.
Color rose to her cheeks but after a moment, she obliged, parting them enough for me to see black fabric between her thighs.
“Wider,” my voice was rough as I fisted my length and gave it a quick stroke. Fuck, I was practically on the balls of my feet I wanted to cross the last few steps to her so badly.
Her legs started slowly inching apart again but she closed her eyes. “Stop.” She froze. “Look at me.” She did, embarrassment written across her features. “You are perfect to me, Lizzy. That’ll never change, and you never need to
doubt that shit for a fuckin’ second. I want you to show me what you’re offering. But I want you to want that.”
I took a step closer. “Make no mistake. Tonight, I’m holdin’ the reins but you have the power here. I’m yours, sweetheart. Take that shit to the bank and cash it. Are we clear?”
She nodded and her legs fell open, but I stayed lock in her gaze. This shit was important. “Say it,” I told her, and she caught my meaning.
“It sounds so cheesy.”
“I don’t care. Say it.”
“I have the power,” she said softly, eyes shining with emotion.
“Louder.”
Her chin tilted up and I fought down my proud smirk. “I have the power!”
I took another step, bringing her within reach. “That’s my girl.” I dropped to my knees on the carpet and slid her across the sheets until I was level with the black lace covering her. “Later, I’ll show you how to turn me into putty, but for now…” The smell of her wet pussy hit my nose harder than a drug and knocked my head back. “For now, you’re all mine.”
CHAPTER 7 - Lizzy
I could hardly believe my eyes.
The man I was in love with - because why keep pretending? - was kneeling between my thighs and staring at the black lace covering my mound like he was in a trance.
He licked his lips, brown eyes sinfully dark and I watched in breathless anticipation as he leaned in. I tensed, but he only placed a soft kiss against the damp fabric and breathed me in. I could feel my reservations flying out the window faster than I could throw them as my hips lifted, desperate for more than that little bit of contact.
Texas raised an amused brow and wrapped an arm around one thigh, pinning me in place with his huge palm against my stomach. He never looked away as he brought my other thigh to his mouth and placed a wet kiss on the inside of my knee before moving higher, the roughness of his dirty blonde stubble sending shocks straight to my core while each kiss chased it with ever building heat.
I closed my eyes, reveling in every new sensation that swept over me. My hands were fisting the sheets at either side of my head but when I felt my soaked panties being pushed to the side and his warm breath fanning over the lips of my pussy I cried out, eyes flying open as I rose up off the bed and clutched desperately at his hair.
“So responsive,” he rumbled, “I’ve barely even started and you’re ready to beg me for it.”
“If that’s what it takes.” My voice was so husky I barely recognized it as I looked down at him, amazed by the wetness glistening between my thighs.
“Is that right, angel?” He was so close. There couldn’t have been more than centimeters but the strength in his body held me immobile and I could see in his eyes that he was fiercely enjoying dragging this out. “You want my tongue on you so bad you’d beg for it?”
“Yes.” A whisper.
“You want to feel me lapping up your juices as I taste this pretty, pink pussy.”
“Yesss...” A moan.
“You want to know what it feels like to come on your man’s tongue?”
“YES!” A scream. A plea. A surrender. All rolled into one.
His eyes flashed with wicked intent and in the next instant his tongue was gliding across my folds in a slow, leisurely lick that ended with a flick to my clit and left every nerve ending in my body sparking to life. He pinned me as my body jerked against him and his tongue slid across me again, so agonizingly slow that I wanted to scream in frustration as tension coiled in my body.
“Don’t stop,” I told him, head swinging from side to side. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he rumbled against my flesh, his voice vibrating through me like an earthquake. “You might look like an angel, but you taste like sin, baby. And I fuckin’ love it.”
He suddenly sucked my clit into his mouth and stole all the breath in my lungs along with it, leaving me gulping for air. With every breath I replaced, it only made me more aware of his scent in the air, on my body, swirling inside me. And it wasn’t enough. I was greedy for him. Years of waiting had turned me into a mad woman.
His hand fiercely squeezed the soft, creamy flesh of my thigh and I opened my heavy-lidded eyes just enough to gaze down at him. But nothing in my life could have prepared me for the sight of a man like Texas feasting at my pussy with his eyes closed like it was the last meal he would ever have. As if feeling my attention on him, he looked up, pinning me with the weight of his gaze even as I felt the tip of his rough finger circling my entrance before dipping inside of me.
My eyelids fluttered, threatening to close until he barked, “Look at me.”
Except right at that moment his finger finally sank in a teasing inch, then another.
“I can’t,” I moaned, feeling him ride the wave of my body. Each time my pussy squeezed around his digit, he paused, gently swirling it inside of me in a way that was making my brain fuzzy. And when the contraction passed and I released him, he would push in another inch and repeat the whole process.
“Look at me, angel.” He pressed another wet kiss to my thigh, sucking at the skin there. “I want to see those pretty blue eyes when this tight pussy gushes over my fingers and tongue.”
His filthy words alone made my body sing but I somehow managed to sit up on my elbows and watch, just as another finger joined the first inside of me. My stomach hollowed out as I expelled a sharp breath. He ducked down, keeping our eyes locked as he flicked his tongue around my clit. Electricity jolted through me again and my toes curled even as pressure built along the base of my spine.
“You’re close,” he growled, and I nodded mutely, unable to string words together as he began fucking me with his fingers in earnest. It was nothing like what I did to myself over and over again, when I had to imagine it was him. Everything was heightened and the dirty sounds my body made as he manipulated my soaking wet hole only sent me streaking higher and higher until the precipice was right there, waiting on me to tumble over it.
“Texas,” I breathed desperately. But he already knew what I wanted. What I needed. He knew the exact way to push me off the cliff.
“Come for me, Lizzy.” He wrapped his soft lips around my clit again and sucked me into his mouth. The scream was already building in my throat as my orgasm slammed into me, my body clenching around his fingers, so when he curled them inside of me, hitting just the right spot, I let it out.
I screamed. And screamed and screamed and screamed until my throat was raw and all the while I was only distantly aware of Texas pushing my quivering body up onto the middle of the bed and whispering sweet words in my ear as he crawled on top of me.
When I thought I could actually articulate again, all I could utter was a hoarse, “Wow.”
His low, answering chuckle was pure male. The sound of a man who had pleased his woman and damn well knew it. And as the woman in question, I could definitely admit that I never even knew it could be like that. No amount of playing with toys or using my own fingers had prepared me for having my body played masterfully by the man I loved. And he wasn't even inside me yet.
Texas let his weight settle on top of me and I instantly spread my thighs to cradle him, loving the way our bodies pressed together. His fat cock nestled itself between my soaked folds, the lips of my pussy greedily wrapping around him. My hips arched, desperate for fiction and he leaned in, claiming my lips. I could taste myself in his kiss and the naughtiness of it left me moaning into his mouth as our tongues dueled.
He broke the kiss, both of us panting, and started sucking on my neck. “Ready for more already?” His teeth slid across my skin and I shivered, hands slinking down his muscular chest and tracing his gorgeous abs that flexed with every subtle movement. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m much bigger than my fingers.” He pushed himself against me again, as if I could possibly miss the hot, steel length against my flesh.
“Trust me. I know.” I laughed quietly to myself, thinking of how I couldn’t possibly be more prepared for this moment.
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“Let me in one the joke, sweetheart.”
A light blush stained my cheeks, which was ridiculous considering what we had already done but it was there just the same. His warm eyes were watching me curiously and I grinned mischievously. “I never forgot how you felt against me that day,” I said, voice husky at the memory. “I touched myself almost every day, imagining that thick cock you pressed against my stomach going inside of me.” I bit my lip, glancing away before forcing out the rest. “And when that wasn’t enough, I went out and got a dildo that was as close as possible so that I could pretend it was you sliding inside of me. Filling me. Stretching me.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, whole body shuddering on top of mine. I frowned and forced myself to meet his eyes, only to freeze at the intensity I found staring back at me. The look in his gaze was searing. Soul-searching. All-consuming. I could hardly breathe. His mouth opened and closed but nothing came out, and while I was confused, I also took pride in being the one to tie up whatever was going on in his head. “I have to be inside you,” he growled finally, rocking himself against me aggressively.
I arched my hips to meet him, loving the slow glide, and threw my arms around his neck so that I could lift myself and bite his ear. “Then what are you waiting for?”
CHAPTER 8 - Texas
I thought my self-control was bottomless, same as it had been for years. But nothing in this fucking world could’ve prepared me for Lizzy, naked and perfect beneath me, telling me the kind of things that had my balls drawing up, ready to empty their load across her flat stomach.
Her words were deliciously filthy but that was only part of it. A large part, to be fair, because hearing that she had branded the size of my cock into her mind and gotten herself off to me over and over throughout the years made me want to bang my chest like a savage. But it was still only a part. The thing that was even now unlocking the chains of my self-restraint - my promise to myself to take this slow - was simply the way she said it. There was no calculation, no attempt at seduction. Nothing but the girl who managed to snatch my heart from my chest baring herself to me in all her sinful glory.
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