Page 20 of Sexting the Tattooed Outlaw
“I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard,” he says as he pushes my shirt up over my breasts.
I gasp when his rough hands graze my nipples, his palms brushing over the hard pink buds slowly, and then again and again. Then he cups my breasts and squeezes them tight, thumbs flicking my nipples.
My thighs are already splayed open wide to accommodate his large body between them. I’m only wearing a pair of underwear, thin and barely there, doing nothing to cushion the rock hard erection he’s pressing into me.
“I’m going to make you cum so hard, you forget any other man you were with before me,” he vows. “You won’t even remember their fucking names when I’m done with you, Kay.”
Kay.
Fine, I admit it. Iloveit when he calls me Kay.
Even though I told him to stop it. Even though I tried to hate it. I can’t help it.
That single syllable on his lips has the power to undo every barrier I’ve ever tried to build between us. I tried to harden my heart against Sam for so long…and it was for nothing. Because here he is, demolishing those walls, the bricks I carefully laid strewn all over the ground like they were as good as styrofoam.
Sam kisses me on the neck, whispering more vows into my skin. In my lusty haze, I catch a few of them.
“I’ve always loved you.”
It rings true. It’s the truth, and that is what scares me. That Sam Wallace might love me, might have loved me all this time…but left me anyway. Left me here in Wild Bronco with my family and the memories, good and bad, that he gave to me.
Now he’s back but for how long?
Does it really matter that he loves me, if he can love me and still leave?
I can’t count on him. I can’t count on tomorrow. All that I know for certain, is that he’s here now. And maybe that has to be good enough.
“I love you too,” I find myself whispering back.
It’s the first time I’ve dared to say the words aloud, even to myself. Sam’s mouth crashes against me and everything intensifies from there. His hands are everywhere, his urgent touch matching his kiss.
His hand slides down my body then pushes my underwear to the side, pressing into my wet folds. I shudder and groan. He breaks our kiss, then lowers himself between my open thighs.
“I might not be your first, but I’ll be the only one that fucking matters,” he tells me.
I don’t know what he even means by that but I don’t have any time to analyze. No time to think, because his lips are now on my pussy and he’s sucking my clit in a way that sends waves of spine-tingling pleasure through every extremity of my body. I rake my fingers through his hair, clawing at him, begging for more.
It feels so damn good. I doubt I’ll be able to cum, I never have before with a partner, but even if I don’t, this pleasure is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced with a man.
He’s right that he’s not my first. But he’ll never understand how much I thought of him, wished it was him, all this time. I’ve wanted him in a way I never wanted to admit to myself…always covering those feelings with anger, anger at him for leaving me here. Destroying what we had and not giving me any explanation.
But I have the explanation now.
What should I do? What do I do when the fear of abandonment remains even after I finally get the story from him?
I surrender.
I unfold beneath him as he devours me, his hands pushing my thighs apart and up to my shoulders, his mouth rough and fast, tongue stroking my clit in rapid circles.
My hips begin to buck. A familiar – yet unfamiliar – feeling begins to tighten inside of me.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, arching my back.
His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer to him. I feel his tongue, the scratchiness of his beard on my inner thighs, his delicious scent that feels comforting and sexy at the same time.
When I hit my climax, he pushes two fingers inside of me, slamming them into my g-spot while my clit aches and pulses. I ride it endlessly, draining every bit of pleasure from this that I can.
Sam pulls away, his mouth slick with my arousal. I watch his eyes as he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean. I’m still trying to catch my breath, body still tingling from the aftermath of the first and only orgasm a man hasevergiven me.
