"Watch me," I growled.
Then tears started to well in my eyes.
Because I wasn't joking. If he didn't get inside of me soon, I very well might break down in a crying fit to end all crying fits. I'd already cried not once, not twice, but three times this morning, and it was only nine in the morning. I'd been up for a total of three hours.
I'd cried when I watched Sienna walk into her Explorer camp. Again, when I read a cute meme on Facebook, and finally when I told Tunnel about the baby.
So yes, crying was not out of the realm of possibility.
And he knew it because he read it easily in my eyes.
Did the fucker put his dick inside of me? Fuck no. He pulled me up by my arm and brought my head to his cock, and then proceeded to feed his length into my willing mouth.
Not what I wanted, no, but definitely something I didn't mind doing.
I loved Tunnel's cock. I always had and always would. I was loyal to it, which was why I'd never, not ever, trade it for anything. If I couldn't have this beautiful piece of him, then I didn't want another.
Which was why I showed it the attention it deserved, just like every time he allowed me to do this.
Normally, we were both too worked up for anything but fast and hard or slow and easy. Though he'd imbibed on me multiple times since he'd come back into my life, by the time he was done giving me pleasure, he was too far gone to allow me the same courtesy.
So when he did allow me to have at him, I grasped the bull by the horns, or the man by the balls, so to speak.
The moment he came into contact with my tongue, I felt his cock jump.
When my small hands met the skin of his balls, I heard him groan.
"Jesus Christ Almighty," he growled, his hand going to my hair.
"Fuck, I wish your hair was longer like it used to be." He fisted what he could, pulling me, urging me further onto him.
I tried to take all of him, and I was able to do that at one point in time, but I'd gotten rusty.
Tunnel was a big man, and I had a small mouth. The act of taking him into my throat would take a lot of patience and practice.
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The former, Tunnel didn't have a lot of, and the latter, I didn't have the opportunity to give him.
At least not yet, anyway.
Because the moment my tongue swirled around the head of his cock, then worked its way down the length of him, he roughly pulled me off of him and pushed me flat on my back.
I jolted, my sensitive breasts bouncing, and gasped when I was filled up with him moments later.
He didn't stop until the curly hairs surrounding his cock brushed my bare lips.
"Oh, God," I breathed out, shifting my hips in hopes that I could take even more of him. Which I impossibly did.
"You're like a dream that continues to come true," he growled against my lips.
I arched up into him, dragging my breasts against his chest, playing my nipples along the coarse hair that decorated that muscled part of his body. Granted the hair was sporadic due to the scarring, but it was there.
"You make my control non-existent," he rasped, carefully thrusting inside of me now, dragging the fat tip of his cock against that special place inside of me that almost always sent me over the edge.
But it was the way his eyes stayed on mine that caused me to detonate. The way he watched me. The way he practically willed me to feel each and every stroke of his cock. The way it dragged deliciously along the snug walls of my sex. The way, with both of us so wet, that we slid together easily.
Then he lifted my legs and brought them up around my ears, changing the angle, and I realized that he wasn't playing fair anymore.
He was on the edge, right along with me, and there was no way to stop from falling.
So, I let go.
I came, and I came hard.
So hard, in fact, that I ran out of breath to scream.
His grunt of completion above me was lost on me, and I didn't even realize he'd come to a stop until long seconds later when I opened my eyes that I hadn't even realized I had closed.
The first thing I saw were those olive green eyes staring at me intently.
"I fucking love y-y-you," he rasped.
What did I say to that?
"I love you, too." Then I started to sob.
Chapter 23
Once upon a time there was a twat. It was you. The end.
-Meme
Ghost
All the Dixie Wardens attended this meeting. And not just the Alabama Chapter, but the Benton Chapter, too.
This was the first time the Benton Chapter had seen me in the light of day.
A few weeks back, I'd come face to face with Sebastian for the first time since Ghost had become the new me.
Silas had been doing a great job of keeping my existence a secret, but that night, Sebastian had learned that I wasn't dead.