CHAPTER TWENTY

PEPPER

We drove home in silence. 

I don't know how I fought the urge to scream and pound my fists on the dashboard. It felt like Reagan's hand on my thigh as he drove was the only thing keeping me tethered to sanity. If he let me go, if he wasn't there with me, who knows what I would have done.

I wanted to unleash ten years of heartache and abandonment onto her. I wanted to scream in her face. Hit her and spit on her and demand an answer.

When I saw her new husband, the old, warty toad of a man she left us for, I wanted to cackle uncontrollably like an evil witch. She couldn't even bother to be original. It was such an overdone cliche. 

By the time we pulled up to my house, the anger and rage coursing through me subsided into numbness.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" 

Reagan's voice sounded so far away. I felt the pressure of his fingers squeezing around my knee but I didn't actually feel anything. 

It was like seeing her took away my ability to feel anything good. That raw, intense, openness that jolted my nervous system whenever Reagan touched me. She had to magically appear in my life again and steal that from me too.

I leaned across the console and kissed him. Hard. 

My teeth sunk into his bottom lip and he jerked away in surprise. 

"Pepper?" 

"Yes, stay with me," I murmured drunkenly and pulled him back to me with a rough hand on the back of his neck. 

I grabbed both of his hands and placed them on my chest. When he didn't squeeze my tits hard enough, I closed his fingers over my nipples. 

Yes, there it was. 

Feeling. Sensation. A jolt of sensitivity from my nipples to my pussy that made me moan for more.

We tumbled out of the car devouring each other. Reagan slammed my back against the front door and pinned me between the wood and his hardness. On any normal day, it might have hurt. But right then I was desperate to feel anything.

He spun me around and took firm hold of my ass through her ivory Gucci dress, which I wanted to take off and burn like it was made by evil spirits.

Somehow I unlocked the door through his groping, kissing, sucking, and manhandling. When we crashed through and into the living room, he already pushed the hem of the dress above my hips. 

We made it to the couch and I pulled it over my head and tossed it on the floor like a dirty rag. Reagan was already working my panties over my hips and down my legs. 

He kissed my pussy lips gently at first, but I bucked my hips up against his mouth and tugged at his full head of hair.

“I need to feel you... don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I moaned deliriously as he ate me out with a hunger that I never felt from any man before. 

But it still wasn’t enough. 

I brought his hand up to my chest to make him pinch my nipple until I squealed. He used his other hand to fuck me with his fingers as he devoured my clit.

“Harder,” I begged with a whimper. “Oh, please give it to me harder.” 

Reagan moaned into my entrance as he stretched me out with another finger, curling them up inside me to bring more life, more feeling into my numbness. 

When I came under his fingers and mouth, it felt like the tiniest blip of life on a flatlined heart monitor. It was good but I needed more. I couldn’t let her make me numb to what once turned my world upside down.

I tore his belt apart the moment he sat up. I needed his cock ramming the back of my throat like I needed air to breathe. 

“Fuck, Pepper. What’s gotten into you?” he groaned when my lips slid over his hardness in one greedy slurp. 

“Fuck my face,” was all I told him in reply.

He obliged, winding my hair up in his fist and surging his hips forward into my awaiting, eager mouth.

“Is this what you need?” he asked me, his voice dark with lust as I gagged and choked on his thick cock. “You need to be fucked hard like a bad little slut?”

I gurgled over his shaft in reply. He yanked his cock out of my mouth and grabbed my face in his hands. 

“Answer me,” he demanded. 

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly. “I need it hard right now. So fucking hard.” 

He nodded his approval and released me. 

“Turn around,” he ordered. 

I did as he instructed, facing away from him on my hands and knees. The anticipation of waiting for him sent my body surging with sensation. Eagerness, need, desperation. And just a hint of fear.

His hand came down hard on my ass without warning. I yelped at the stinging tenderness and again when he slapped my other cheek hard. It stung so sharply it brought tears to my eyes. And yet I still craved more. Every moment I didn’t feel him allowed for the numbness to creep in. I needed him. I needed to keep feeling.

He pushed the whole length of his thickness inside me in one deep thrust. It filled me up deliciously but I was so wet that it barely hurt at all. 

“Fuck me hard!” I wailed. “Spank me more!”

Reagan alternated slapping each of my ass cheeks as he rammed into me with all his might. I knew I’d be a bruised mess once we were done, maybe even a bit bloody but I didn’t care. 

“You want me to tear this pussy apart?” he growled, nipping my earlobe with his teeth as he yanked my head back by my hair. “You want my cock to own every inch of you?”

“Yes, please,” I cried, tears streaming down my face. “Make it hurt. I need it!”

Reagan never held back or hesitated. He bit the ever-living hell out of my back and it was the most sensual thing I ever felt. He pinched and pulled my nipples until I screamed and assaulted my clit until all the orgasms were too much to bear. All the while fucking me hard and relentlessly.

When I collapsed from exhaustion, my whole body twitching from every nerve being frayed and overstimulated, he grabbed the back of my neck and yanked my face next to his cock, coated in a thick layer of my juices and achingly hard. 

“Finish me off,” he ordered. “And swallow it all.”

I opened my mouth obediently and felt his thick pillar covered in velvety skin slide past my lips. I was so exhausted, I leaned against his thigh as he fucked my throat until he released. He came so hard but I didn’t spill a drop, swallowing and cleaning him off eagerly. 

“You’ve never looked so beautiful,” he groaned between ragged breaths, caressing my cheek. “With your makeup running and my marks all over your skin. You’re mine, Pepper.” 

“Thank you, Reagan,” I said robotically. He looked up at me with a question in his eyes, wondering if my thanks was for the compliments or what he just did to my body.

I padded barefoot and naked to the kitchen, feeling the soreness between my legs that he put there. I never wanted that to go away. My skin throbbed with dull pulses and I relished in those feelings too. 

As if on autopilot I filled a glass with water from the sink and sipped it at the counter, looking at the moon illuminate my farm in silver light through the window.

Reagan’s bare feet padded on the creaky floorboards behind me. His steps were cautious, like approaching a wild animal. His hands returned to my waist but with a gentle touch this time. 

No. Don’t be gentle with me. I don’t deserve it. You need to hurt me. 

“Pepper, are you okay?” he asked, dropping a kiss to my shoulder.

“Thank you, Reagan,” I repeated flatly. “But you need to leave now.”