Sometimes it’s hard to see the good when something bad disrupts everything. When I found out what James was planning, it was like a blade was tearing at the top layer of skin, around my heart. I was left speechless. Tears were ready to flood past my eyes. And then the anger came in.

There’s nothing I wanted more than to rectify things with James. Deep down, I never wanted to leave him, even if I uttered those exact words aloud. I just wanted to be understood, and I wanted him to know his wrongdoings. I wanted to be shown that something like that couldn’t happen again.

I’m still scared, but he’s trying his hardest and I know he’s retained the guilt from all of this. I never wanted that either. These things take time and now we’ve begun the healing process, for real.

Right now, we’re sitting in a field, near a large cliff. In the distance is the ocean and the calm waves misting the shore. We’re not saying much. We’re just enjoying the surroundings. I feel so… good. It’s like we’ve both been searching for peace and now we’ve finally got it. Together.

Above us is a solitary tree. It hangs over, protecting us from the sun. We drove forty-five minutes to get to this spot and, as James tells me, “I used to come here once a week as a kid. It was my place, you know? I never got the chance to show you.”

It’s beautiful, truly gorgeous. Underneath us is a blanket. We have an assortment of snacks and food, but we’ve barely eaten anything. He just lets me lay in his arms. He tickles my back with his rough, unshakable hands. When he squeezes my shoulders, he sends me into the shivers.

“You have the best hands in the world,” I tell him.

“I better. People’s lives rely on these things,” he says.

“Trust me. I know how good those hands are,” I tell him.

“Oh yeah?” he asks. His eyes shift downwards to the bottom of my light blue dress. His right hand lowers until he’s touching the center of my panties. “They’re great hands, huh.”

“The best.” I choke out the words in a whisper. I cough to clear my throat. I soak my panties and instantly get flashbacks of my first time. He pinches both lips and moves his fingers up and down. I moan lightly and try to keep my eyes from watering with pleasure. I feel like my body is about to explode, already even. It’s just been too long since we’ve fucked like animals.

When he looks back into my eyes, I see the hunger. I can feel it, it’s so palpable. His towering body moves over mine as I begin to lean back. “James,” I whisper. I reach out and grab his hip. His muscles jut out. Right now, I’d let him do anything to me. Anything.

He keeps squeezing my lips, rolling his knuckle over my clit. I grow wetter and wetter, completely enthralled by him. His left hand reaches out to my breasts. He cups each one in order, caressing his fingers around my nipples. They dart out, skin tightening. Goose bumps form around my body.

This is the man I’m going to be with for the rest of my life. I just know it. I’m going to get this treatment forever.

He smooths out my pussy with his palm. He takes the elastic band between his fingers and pulls my panties down to my thighs. I start dripping down my legs. Moistness is all around us. He moves his hand over it and spreads it around. His breathing gets heavier. “Olivia,” he moans, deeply.

My head darts upward at him. Our lips meet. Our tongues push past the barriers. We share each other’s air. My underwear hangs on the bottom of my thighs. I can feel the grass against the blanket below my ass. His hands are all over me, slipping inside and out. Wet. Everything is wet.

“Put that cock inside of me,” I say. He pulls back and smiles. There’s no need for any spit. I’m so wet he’ll probably cum instantly.

But it’s not as easy as expected. He attempts to slide his thick and throbbing member inside of me. Slowly, he thrusts in. “It’s too big,” I protest. He puts a finger to my lips. I bite it lightly and feel it enter my mouth.

“Shh,” he whispers.

I feel each inch push inside of me. His palm slides over my mouth, arm jutting out to the side, muscles hard as a rock. “Someday,” he says. “I want to make a baby with you. But I’ll wait as long as you need.”

I grow even wetter. I can’t say a word with his hand over my mouth. He just thrusts into me, hard, slow, and deep. I breathe steadily through my nose. He takes his other hand and pinches it. I nod with satisfaction. I want it rough. I want it dirty. I want to be his plaything forever.

He lets go and falls back, pulling my dress with him. I fall on top of him, laughing. I lower my head and kiss his neck, tongue extending onto his skin. He runs his fingers through my hair, positioning my bangs behind my ears. He rubs his thumb on my cheek, looking at me like I’m his one and only.

“I want a baby with you,” I say.

“When we’re ready,” he says. “I want you to live for a bit first.”

I sit on his cock like it’s my iron throne. I rock back and forth, and side to side. I gyrate my hips like its none of his business. I lose myself in him. When he places his wet thumb against my clit and rubs, my orgasm comes faster than expected.

“Don’t hold back,” he says. He places his other hand on my pelvis. He presses firmly against the skin, pushing upward. The hood around my clit retreats and he just keeps rubbing. I feel the palpitations come. My muscles contract, in and out. My pussy wraps firm and hard around his cock. I try to move back up and then back down, but I can barely even control myself.

I scream loud and frantically. I hold onto his abs and press down tightly. I grind forward and then back in rapid motions. He then grabs my waist and holds me steady. He thrusts upward as hard as he can. With his right hand, he grabs my head and forces me to look at him. My vision is a blurry mess. He kisses me and I pull back. “Holy fuck,” I manage to say.

“That’s right, kitten,” he whispers.

“You’re…” I stop myself from saying incredible. His ego is already too much.

“You’re incredible,” he says to me, taking the words right out of my mouth.

“Look at me,” I say.

“What?” He smiles.

“I said, look into my eyes when you cum. I want to see your eyes change as you explode,” I say.

His smile grows bigger. His hands tighten around my waist. He keeps thrusting, so powerful and absurdly hard. I reach down and hold his balls in my hand. They tighten as his cock grows. His muscles start to move erratically and a sharp sound exits from his mouth.

“That’s right,” I say. “Look at me. I love you.”

“I… love you,” he says, before moaning with obsessed pleasure.

I push my pussy down on him and hold him there. His balls keep tightening. His taint moves with irregular clicking. I start to feel his cum dripping from me, all around the sides of his shaft. I keep him there and smile when I see his pupils grow as big as the sun.

I lean forward and kiss him one last time, before stepping off of my ride. “You’re twisted,” he says, out of breath.

“That’s right.” I smile. “And now you’re stuck with me.”

“Thank God,” he whispers.