I could hear her saying my name over and over as I fucked her. I was done taking it easy on this fucking cunt. I wanted to ravage her, fuck her hard and rough, make her forget her own fucking name. My cock slammed into her and I slapped that thick ass, loving the sound of skin on skin. My cock fucked that cunt deep and hard, and she rocked her hips back, greedy for my every inch.
I reached around her legs and began to rub her clit as I fucked her. I wanted to see her come, wanted to see her moan. Little beads of sweat rolled down our bodies as we worked together, my cock thrusting deep inside her, my fingers working that swollen clit.
All thoughts of what had happened earlier in the day were gone. The only thing on my mind was her pussy, her delicious fucking cunt. Her hips drove me insane as her ass backed up against my cock, working it, rolling it. I thrust deep into her, skin against skin, my hand working her clit.
Fire flowed through my mind and veins. She was moaning freely and loudly into the pillow, saying my name over and over.
I kept at it, working that clit, fucking her hard and deep. I began to fuck her savagely, taking her pussy, making it fucking mine. She tipped her head back, gasping, and her hand reached back to grab mine.
“Keep going,” she begged. “Keep going. I’m close. Oh shit I’m so close.”
She grabbed at my hand desperately as I fucked her, keeping up my pace, her hips matching my rhythm, rolling and rocking against my thrusts. She was tensing, on the point of a needle, ready to tip off over the edge. I could see it written on every inch of her body, every fucking muscle poised and ready, as I slammed and fucked her tight pussy roughly.
And then she tipped over. She grabbed my hand and pressed her face down, moaning, losing herself as she came. Every muscle tensed and I pulled her hips tighter against me, fucking her deep and rough, not letting up. I fucked her through her orgasm, working that body beyond anything she’d ever known before.
And watching her fucking perfect body, drenched in sweat and tense from coming, it pushed me over the edge. It drove me fucking wild as I fucked her rough and deep, taking that cunt, making her mine.
I came deep inside her. I exploded into her little pussy, filling her to the brim. I groaned, my mind blank with incredible pleasure, joy, and more rocking along my skin, rolling through my body.
We came together like that, her body tensing and tensing, my cum filling that tight pussy. For a moment there was only fucking bliss and nothing else.
And slowly, so fucking slowly, the orgasm began to fade. We collapsed onto the couch together, breathing deeply, sweating freely.
“Shit,” I said. “Fuck. That pussy.”
“Yeah,” she said, smiling, laughing slightly, still clearly out of her mind. “I feel the same way.”
I grinned at her and pressed her body against mine. We sat like that together on the couch, sweating and breathing together, bliss still lingering in our brains from the heavy orgasms, pleasure and more all mingling with each other.
Nothing outside that room mattered. There was only Tara and that fucking incredible pussy I remembered. She was mine, her child was mine, and everything was right in the world.
Fuck whatever else might happen. I was good in that one moment.
Chapter 15
Tara
I woke up on the couch alone.
I stretched lazily, wearing only my T-shirt. Someone had put a blanket on top of me. The sun was setting outside the window, and the room was flooded with low, red light.
The memory of Emory’s body against mine came back in bits and pieces. I stretched again, groaning to myself, and felt the dull, amazing ache he left between my legs.
He was incredible, insatiable. He made me feel things I never knew I could feel, and hadn’t felt since I last saw him.
But it had been different this time. Before he had been some stranger who rocked my world and changed my life. We’d had no real connection other than our overwhelming desire for each other.
This time though, he was the father of my son. Not to mention he had just saved my life and the lives of my parents. He was someone I actually knew, someone I really trusted, even if he had brought this difficult pain into my life
I felt a buzz around my body just thinking about him and what he could make me feel. I thought I knew him a little bit better now, or at least I felt closer to him. He was still an enigma to me, and pretty much the biggest asshole I knew, but he had told me things about himself. Maybe he wasn’t such a stranger anymore.
As quickly as Emory came into my mind, it shifted into a memory of earlier that morning. The man’s gun pointing at me, the explosion of Emory’s weapon, the red blooming along his chest. The gripping fear I felt watching Emory kill those men with only a knife. The looks on my parents’ faces, the total fear and concern.