Chapter 11 – James

For the last five nights, I’ve lain in my bed, masturbating, thinking of nothing but her.

Of this.

After so many years I can’t even count, after so long of not giving a shit about a woman, about sex, about anything to do with a fucking relationship, one dance of Everly in front of my eyes with her muck boots and ripe tits has had me jerking off like I’m in high school again.

And it’s this moment I’ve imagined hundreds of times already. Her spread wide for me. Willing. That glistening cunt waiting for my tongue. Her scent already branded into my soul.

I’ve been so shut down for so long, I wasn’t even sure I was still human. But with the hard-on aching inside my pants and my heart racing in my chest, I’m pretty fucking sure at this point I’m more than still alive. I’m reborn.

And it’s for her. All for her.

I still feel every spot on my body where she’s touched me. She has seared herself into my flesh, driven my blood south into my raging hard-on.

She’s weaving herself into me more with each passing second. With her eyes staring, half frightened, half eager, with the way her pussy is drenched for me. Nothing has ever looked more beautiful than her lying there waiting for whatever is about to happen.

I feel my armor falling away even as I know it’s going to bite me in the ass. It always does. Being vulnerable. Feelings make you vulnerable; that’s always been the shell that’s kept me safe, but this train is running away from me, and until I get my mouth on her, I can’t fucking think straight.

Her lush hips and ample thighs give me no choice. As I uncover each part of her, it only makes my fire burn hotter, wilder. More out of control. The look in her eyes is drawing me in. Leaving the years of angst and loathing behind. Replacing them with hope for something new. Something real. A second chance.

“What are you going to do?” Her tiny voice breaks me from my trance.

“Eat that cunt until I’ve had my fill. Then start again. Make you cum until your eyes roll back and the only word you know is my name.”

I shift my body between her open thighs, tear off my shirt, and drop to my knees.

I hover above her opening, drawing in the deepest breath of my life. Making her scent part of me. I would make her part of my fucking DNA if I could.

I bring down my fingers hard onto her open folds with a smack. Her back arches, and a yelp breaks from her lips as her head turns sideways.

I explode down then, my mouth open, taking in as much of her pussy as I can in one moment. Her hips drive upward at the contact, and I dig my fingers into her hips, pulling her hard into my face.

Nothing about me is quiet now. I’m snarling and snapping my teeth, my lips, as I attack all her soft, pink folds.

I’m braced on my elbows as she writhes and twists, my tongue licking up and down, side to side, taking in every texture and flavor of her I can get in the shortest amount of time. She runs through me like a hurricane.

Her flavor was made just for me. My own personal drug. And I’m addicted beyond reason in the first second her juices spread over my tongue.

I withdraw, bringing down my palm with another smack at her wide-open pink gash. I need to hear the yelp and release some of the fury bubbling just under the surface.

“You like that?” I growl as her pussy gushes, and I shove a finger upward into her soaking opening.

She moans, and I come back to suck on her clit, ravaging it with my tongue and pinching it with my lips. I’m a wild animal, gorging myself after being starved for years. Her hips are pumping up and into me as I grunt and growl, desperate for her release in my mouth.

My cock is aching for her. But I won’t allow it to have its release. Not yet. I need this. Her cum needs to become part of me. I need her addicted to what I give her. What I allow her.

Then what I can also keep from her.

Gratitude flows through me as her climax breaks, and she floods my mouth with the sweetest taste of my life. Her body twists and her voice cracks as I relentlessly continue my assault on her delicious cunt.

Her thighs slam shut over my ears, but I don’t stop. I need more. It’s mine, and it’s her job to give me what I desire.

She’s marking me with her flavor. Nothing and no one will ever give me this. She’s the one. If I wasn’t sure before, I am now.

A man knows. When he tastes a woman and she lights a fire in his veins with that taste, with her scent, he knows. She will be mine and no one else’s from this moment forward.

Her feet come up to rest on my shoulders as I eat her to another drenching orgasm.

“Please, please...that’s...I can’t...no more...”

Her pained pleas only spur me on. I drop my finger from her tight opening and trade it for my tongue. Fucking her this way and working her clit with the pad of my thumb until she’s off again. Her hips ride my face now with zero inhibitions.

I let go of her hips, then bring my hand down onto her ass with a slap. Once. Twice. Three times, until she’s squirting into my mouth on another release, finally giving me what I need.

The boat rocks gently back and forth as we both begin to quiet and calm. I lick her pussy tenderly now, taking in every last drop of what’s mine as her body jerks then goes limp. Her legs fall wide open in complete surrender.

Exactly what I need. Her giving herself to me completely. Pride grips my chest. A sense of possession unlike anything I’ve experienced before drives my need. As much as I’d love to fuck her into a coma, this is where we will stop.

For now.

She’s had a taste of what I am. What I will bring her. Now, we will see who we are going to be from here. If she can take me.

If she can make peace with the beast she’s brought to life.