Fighting to Forget(19)

Making his way back toward her in three quick steps, he used his other hand and gripped her behind one knee. Larson brought her leg up to wrap it around his waist. He reached between their bodies, took hold of his cock, and started rubbing the head of his dick along her pussy, spreading her lips with the bulbous crown, and just wanting to shove deep inside of her. This was so fucking filthy to do to her, but he couldn’t stop, not when he needed her so badly.

She opened her eyes and licked her lips. “Let’s forget about everything aside from right now, Larson.”

“I want to be inside of you, baby,” he breathed out roughly.

“Then be inside of me.”

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers.

“I want you, Tasha. I’ve never wanted a woman like this, never needed one this badly.”

“Then be with me, Larson, because I feel the same way for you.” And then she was the one taking his mouth in a bruising kiss. He reached under her ass with his arm and lifted her easily off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and the movement caused her pussy to align perfectly with the head of his erection. But he needed to play this safe, because not using protection, even if he wanted to go raw inside of her, would be a dumb fucking move.

She dug her heels into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Larson moved them out of the foyer and into his bedroom. Once he had her on the ground he quickly went over to his bedside table, pulled it open to grab a condom, and slid it on. Then he was back to her, had her lifted up again, and turned so he could brace her back against the wall by the door.

In a great surge Larson pushed his cock into her, but had to force himself to go slow at the tight feel. She was wet, soaking even, but fuck was she squeezing him in an iron-like grip.

“You’re so big,” she moaned against his mouth. “You’re stretching me so good, Larson. God, it feels so good.”

Yeah, it bordered on the painful side to him, too, but dammit, it felt incredible. He moved slower into her, felt her inner muscles milking him, and cursed. “Christ, Tasha.” He didn’t want to hurt her, but at this rate he’d come before he was fully inside of her.

Holding her tight, and keeping his dick buried deep inside of her, he pulled her away from the wall. He wanted her under him and on his bed. There were no lights on, but his curtains were open and the moon’s light came through. Seconds later he had her in the center of his bed and pushed another inch into her. Larson leaned back, took hold of her legs, and pushed them as wide as they could go. He was used to taking control in the bedroom, used to not giving a fuck about the women he slept with because they didn’t mean anything to him. But Tasha was different, and he couldn’t quite place why she meant anything to him.

He didn’t mean that in a bastard-like way, just in a way that confused him. He didn’t know her aside from her name and the fact she worked at Harlond’s. He didn’t know her background, her likes and dislikes, or even if she had family. She was young, only twenty-three, and compared to him she had to be so damn inexperienced in life.

She braced her feet flat on the bed and gripped the comforter beneath her. Larson put his thoughts aside and looked between her thighs. He was riveted to the sight of her pussy stretched wide around his length. Her cunt was red from the blood flow of her arousal, and so wet her inner thighs were glossy from her cream.

Her eyes were barely open when he lifted his gaze and looked at her face, and her chest rose and fell violently, her breasts shaking from the force of it. Curling his fingers into the soft skin of her thighs, he thrust the rest of his dick into her until his balls slapped against her ass and she’d taken every fucking inch of him. He gave her a moment to grow accustomed to his size, and then started to slowly pump in and out of her. He worked his cock into her, making her take all of him.

Her clit was swollen and just begging for attention. He placed his thumb on the hard little nub, rubbing it back and forth until she writhed on the bed. Soon the sloppy sound of her wet pussy sucking at his cock filled the room, and the smell of their sex slammed into his nose. Damn, he was close to coming, so close, but he was holding himself back.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

She arched her head back, and her mouth opened on a silent cry as she did just that. The rhythmic pull of her inner muscles milking his dick would have sent him over the edge, but Larson didn’t want it to end just yet. This wasn’t going to stop until he’d tasted her, licked her cream clean, and showed her that her pleasure was greater even than his.





Chapter Nine



When her tremors subsided Larson pulled out of Tasha reluctantly and had her turned on her belly and shoved a pillow under her hips. He pulled her legs apart again, grabbed her hips, and popped out her ass. Maybe he should have gone slow, been gentle, but he couldn’t. He was like a madman now that he finally had her.