The tension in the truck is palpable. I’m sure it’s all coming from me as I feel as though my skin is vibrating. I feel hot and my head seems to swell. I’m beside myself with rage and pain at his blatant disregard for my feelings. I’m afraid I’ll cry any minute and I don’t want him to see it. God, I hate him right now!

He hasn’t spoken a single word since we left the Bannons’ house. I’ve wanted to ask him so many questions but after what I saw, I just lost any reason to. That woman wasn’t a casual fuck of his. By her actions and declarations, she and Ry shared something more in the past. And they were having a little reunion. If I hadn’t arrived, they would have done it against his truck. Shameless people!

We arrive at his apartment. As he maneuvers the truck into the parking spot, my phone rings. It’s Derek. I take the call.

“You okay?” he asks on the other line.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thank you.”

“Can I see you again tomorrow?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s Saturday. You don’t have work.”

I really can’t talk any further. My emotions are too raw. I cut it short. “Maybe. Call me again tomorrow or the next day. I need to go, Derek.”

“Okay. Sweet dreams, Riz.”

“Good night.”

I open the door of the truck but Ry grabs my wrist.

“Was that your boyfriend?”

His eyes are mocking. I wrench my arm from his hold and get out of the vehicle, banging the door shut. I hear another door slamming violently and the sound of his boots on the paved walkway.

He’s following me closely behind.

I fish out my keys from my bag and open the front door, my hands shaking. I’m a heartbeat from clawing his face to ribbons. How dare he do this to me!

We enter the apartment. He shuts the door and locks it.

“Rizzy,” he says in the stillness of the living room.

I face him. “What, Uncle Ry?” I taunt him.

We stare at each other.

Hostility reigns in the room. Mine and his. Mine is justifiable. His is not.

“I don’t want you to see Derek again.”

After watching him make out with that woman, he tells me this? The gall! “Why, Uncle Ry? You seem to have no problem seeing what’s her name?”

“I wasn’t seeing her. She just happened to be there.”

“She just happened to have her hands all over you?”

“That is the truth.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re treating me like shit.”

His eyes lose their angry glint, replaced by a pained look. “I’m not.”

I shake my head, my emotions getting the better of me. “No? Then why won’t you even talk to me?”

“Kitkat…”

“Don’t! Don’t call me that when you’ve been ignoring me for days. After what happened…” my voice breaks. “You make me feel like I’m nothing, Ry.”

“Baby…”

I turn away from him. My tears are falling and I don’t want him to see. I need to put distance between us. I’m too wrought up I feel violent.

“I don’t want her, Rizzy.”

I lose it. I face him again. “Then what do you want?!” I scream in his face.

His chest heaves as his breathing escalates. His hands are fists at his side. His eyes are twin embers of fire now and I know he’s feeling as violent as I am, but I don’t care.

“You promised me you won’t do it again unless you’re in love! Are you in love with her?!”

“No!”

“Then what were you doing with her?!”

“What were you doing with Derek?”

“How dare you turn this around! My hand wasn’t in Derek’s dick!”

He takes a step toward me. Big. Menacing. But I know in my heart he’ll never hurt me. Not physically.

He closes the space between us.

“I don’t want her, Kitkat,” he declares, his voice soft, a contrast to the intensity in his eyes.

“Yeah? Then I’ll ask you again. What do you want, Ry?”

He’s looking at me again like the way he looked at me that night. And my body responds, swelling and melting in my secret places.

“I want you.”

My anger diffuses at his admission, and the memories of that night come rushing back. How he’d felt on my skin, how he’d licked and sucked and—

“I don’t want anybody touching you, baby.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine, and I want to kill anybody who dares touch what’s mine. I wanted to kill Derek.”

His possessiveness makes my legs weak.

“We’re just friends.”

“Nevertheless, if you know what’s good for your friend, you will not give him false hopes. Because he can’t have you. Not while I’m alive.”

I touch his face gently. “You don’t have to kill anybody. I’m yours, Ry. Only yours.”

I feel the tension leave his body.

My other hand touches his other cheek. “I only want you. Just you.”

His hands cover mine. “I’m supposed to take care of you.”

“You are.”

“No, I’m not. I’m going to ruin you. Can’t you see?”

I lift myself on tiptoe. “I want you to ruin me,” I breathe in his lips.

He makes a pained sound before pulling me into his arms. “God, help me, I want you, Rizzy. I’m going insane.”

“Me too.”

His head swoops down, capturing my lips in a voracious kiss.

This time, there’s no gentleness in his touch. It’s pure aggressive desire. And I want it. I want his aggression. His raging need to be unleashed on me. All over me. Inside me.

I want him so bad I’m losing my mind, as well. I want to be his in every sense of the word.

I loop my arms around his neck and return his kisses. Our tongues duel. Our salivas mix. We devour each other’s lips.

He groans and lifts me by the hips, grinding his crotch against my belly. He’s very hard. I want to see him naked again. I want to see his cock. I want to touch it, all of him. I want to feel him entering me.

All my wicked thoughts and the feel of his lips on mine have me drenching my panties. I feel so swollen and sensitive down there, my core aching with a now familiar ache that I know he can assuage.

He lets go of my lips and bends down. The next thing I know, I’m dangling across his shoulder and he’s climbing the stairs like I weigh nothing.

I drop her on the bed.

I roughly pull her thong off of her, throwing it aside.

I’m breathing hard, bursting at the seams with wanting her.

My mind is blank of anything except getting my cock inside her. Taking her cherry. Making her mine. Owning her.

Her pink pussy peeks at me.

“Take off your dress,” I command her as I shed my own clothes. I kick my pants and shoes off and join her on the bed.

She’s as naked as I am now.

Her body is so beautiful but it’s her eyes that captivate me the most. They tell me everything I want to see. Naked want. Blatant need. The same feelings clamoring inside me, desperate to break free.

Our heated exchange earlier was our foreplay. The fire in her eyes had me so hard and I can’t wait. I’m about to blow my load and I want every drop of my cum inside her.

I crawl on top of her and open her legs wide, positioning my big body between them

Her pussy is wet. Dripping for me. I know it. It’s all for me.

I palm her possessively, her cream drenching my fingers immediately. I rub her in big, bold strokes. Her silky softness electrifies my fingers, the little currents going straight to my groin.

I wrap my hand around my cock, coating it with her wetness. I’m so fucking hard and thick and I’ll surely hurt her but even that can’t stop me now. She has to take me. This is all the cock she’ll ever get in her life. She has to get used to my size.

Precum leaks profusely at my tip.

She’s watching me stroke myself, her mouth slightly open, her eyes dazed with arousal and it’s almost my undoing.

I move down and give her pussy a few long swipes with my tongue, unable to help myself, but my cock can’t be denied any longer.

“I don’t know if I can be slow. I want you so much I’m dying, Kitkat.”

“I don’t care. Ry, please, I want you so much!”

“Oh baby doll.” I cradle her ass with my legs, pushing her legs wider at her sides, positioning her for my entry. I grip my cock, squeezing it while I open her pussy lips wide with my other hand, preparing her for my penetration.

I want to come inside her bareback. Nothing between us.

I rub my leaking tip at her opening, rimming her.

Fuck, she’s so small.

“Kitkat, I want in. Please…”

“Take me, Ry. Come to me.”

I growl and thrust hard.

She cries out sharply, her nails scoring my back as her little hole yields to the pressure of my onslaught. Her tightness grips half of my length, her inner muscles resisting my entry. I want every inch of me inside her and I know I’m gonna rip her virgin pussy one way or another.

I capture her lips as I fully impale her, taking her virginity.

She jerks under me but her legs clamp around my hips.

At last, I’m where I belong, balls deep inside her incredibly tight pussy.

I close my eyes, tears of joy burning at the back, relishing this precious gift.

She’s mine, truly mine now.

I find her clit and rub it relentlessly as I begin to pound her.

I’m wrapped in paradise. Holy fucking fuck! I can’t fucking believe this pleasure!

Every part of me is engaged. My body, my mind, my soul. And the pleasure is a hundredfold. No, immeasurable.

She’s taking all of me like a pro. Her juicy walls milk my cock as I pump in and out of her almost violently. I’m spewing dirty words as I rush to my peak.

I know I’m going to leave her behind in this flight to the stars but I can’t wait for her.

My spine tingles, my balls contract and my shaft swells even more as my cum rises.

“Christ, I’m coming…! Rizzy…! Ahhhh!”

I hug her tight and slam into her one last time, shooting my seed inside her.

The ecstasy shakes me from inside out. But I didn’t have to worry because she follows right after, her sheath clenching hard around me as she hits her own peak.

It’s indescribable, this bliss.

It’s beyond my experience.

But now I know.

It has made me a true believer.

Making love with the woman you love is indeed different.

It’s special.

Sacred.