Maybe it's unfair to unburden myself with the woman who barely knows me. But she stands in this office listening to me, as I cry in front of her, she tells me she will be a shoulder for me to cry on.

She doesn't ask me for a single thing—her and me... in a different life... a life where I wasn't going to die... we could've been something beautiful.

We could have made a life we would have been proud of.

Hell, she's the reason my life is something I'm proud of at all.

I never considered philanthropy before I met her. I was nothing but a greedy mother fucker. But all that changed when she walked into my life. And she doesn't even understand it.

She doesn't seem to realize the effect she has on me.

Her mouth is so close to mine, her lips so tender and pink. Her eyes rimmed in red and I imagine her crying over me, over the news.

I hate that my life has caused her any pain, and the fact that she's giving herself to me, again, is more than I fucking deserve.

When she kisses me, and wraps her arms around me; when she leans into me, it's with an ache I understand. She needs this and I need her.

My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to me. My cock is already hard as I remember her naked flesh against my chest at the pool.

All I want is to see her body again. Hell, I haven't slept with a single person since we were together. That amounts to fifteen months of jacking off all by my lonesome to her memory.

To images of her... her polka dot swimsuit, her perfect tits bobbing in the water, her creamy skin that had never been touched.

Now she's here.

I push everything off my desk. Papers scatter and books fall and, hell, I think a laptop crashes to the floor.

She looks at me wide-eyed, surprised. She doesn't understand my hunger.

But then she's ripping off my shirt, unbuckling my belt, and I realize I didn't give her enough credit.

She understands my hunger because she’s fucking famished. Her hands run up and down my chest, whimpering as she touches my body. And I pull down the zipper on the back of her dress, help her to shrug out of the sleeves, letting the dress fall to the floor.

She's wearing a simple cotton bra and a basic pair of panties that tell me she hasn't been fucking strangers.

No, she wouldn't be wearing these underclothes if she had frequent hookups. And I like that she isn't reckless every day.

Hell, maybe she was only reckless one day.

She flips off the overhead light, telling me the fluorescent ones are too much.

I don't care if we're in the dark or if we're in the sunshine—all I want is her. All I need is her. And somehow, right now, I have her.

I lay her back against the desk and pull off her panties, tossing them aside and spreading her knees apart. I press my mouth to her pussy before she has a chance to reconsider. And with one lick, I know this is right.

The day we met, I finger fucked her, I had to open her tightness until she was ready for my cock, but I had never seen her with her legs spread apart, open for me.

And now I lick her up and down, and her back arches against the glass top of my desk, my fingers press into her pussy; rubbing her hood in a circle, and my tongue darts deeper and deeper inside her, wanting to taste and explore her until she comes against me.

Her hands thread through in my hair, and her legs wrap around my head. Good girl. I'm no longer thinking about life or death—I'm only thinking about us.

Her pussy is so fucking sweet, and I lick her hard as she whimpers under me. Her pussy is dripping now, she tastes like sweet red apples and I'm desperate for more.

I suck on her clit, and when I do it causes her to moan. And with her on her back like this, I want to make her scream my name.

I lick her harder, one of my fingers pressing inside of her, hitting her G spot over and over as my mouth kisses her thighs, as my mouth licks her skin.

She's coming, hard against my hand, and I move my mouth back to her sex, wanting to drink up everything she offers.

"I'm coming, Dane," she groans as an orgasm washes over her, leaving her gasping for breath.

I smile as I lick her, loving that she's giving in like this. Loving that she's making my dreams come true.

"I need to see you," she begs.

And not wanting to disappoint my baby, I sit down in my leather chair, unzipping my pants as I do. She crawls off the desk, getting to her knees, kneeling between mine. Her mouth opens and she begins to take all of me in her perfect mouth. Her fingers fondle my balls, they are so hot and tight.

It's been so fucking long since I've been touched by a woman. It's been since the day I walked away from her at the club.

The biggest regret of my fucking life.

So, today I will go as long as she likes; my schedule is cleared and I have all fucking day. All day to fuck her.

"Oh, baby," I say running my hands through her hair, pressing the back of her head so she can deep throat me. She loves it, her head bobs up and down so fucking fast, taking so much of my veiny cock. I'm so fucking close to coming. She keeps sucking, suctioning her lips around me like she's spent her life blowing me.

I can't let this be like it was the last time we fucked.

I close my eyes, willing myself away from the fear of what might come next.

And instead, I come into the present. The release fills up her mouth, and she pulls me from her, letting ribbons of my come shoot against her big tits, she licks her lips, and I imagine the drops of my come sliding down her throat.

Her eyes are cloudy with pleasure, her pussy is still aching for more. I only know that because she reaches her fingers to herself, touching her pussy as she continues to jack me off, her hand wrapped around my solid shaft, as my come coats her nipples and her creamy skin.

She pulls me back into her mouth as if she can't bear to have this be the end. She sucks me until I'm emptied. And then she asks how I'd like to fuck her pussy.

I growl in response, telling her to bend over my desk so I can press my cock into her from behind. She does as I say, and I spank her round ass nice and hard and she screams in pleasure as I do. My hand runs over her ass crack to her pussy. Her sweet wet pussy that drips for me. I plunge my still-hard cock back into her, her body trembling as I fill her up.

Her elbows rest on my desk, and I take a fistful of her hair, pulling her toward me. She looks at me over her shoulder, and my mouth meets hers. I thrust deep inside her, kissing her as I do. Our kiss is so desperate that I'm scared of what will happen when it ends.

I fuck her, putting my heart on the table. I fuck her, putting it all on the line. This woman has stolen my heart in a way no one else ever could. In this moment my body feels invincible, even though I know my lease on life is short, I fuck her as if I could live forever.

I come hard in her pussy and she comes hard against me, too.

"Oh God, Dane, don't stop." She screams my name just like I prayed she would.

My mouth kisses the base of her neck, her back, and I pull her tight to me. My hands full with her breasts, her naked body against my naked body. My heart beating in time with hers.

We come a third time, and as we do, I don't know how the hell I'm going to say goodbye when we've only just had a chance to say hello.