Chapter Twenty
Tigger
I knew most of her story, but hearing her tell it to me, put everything into perspective, and it makes me want to go to Port Angeles and hunt down the fucker that hurt this sweet woman. I don’t know at what point it happened exactly, but whatever that bastard Michael did to her changed her. She looked so sweet and innocent in that video and yet the woman before me is not that same one. Don’t get me wrong she’s even more beautiful than she was in that video of her teenage self, but the girl in that video didn’t have tattoos and nipple piercings. She did all of that after Michael hurt her.
Then I had to go and do the one thing I never intended to do, I had her tell me a secret that not even her friends know, one that she’s never told another. That wasn’t my intention when I asked her what happened to the baby she was pregnant with, but she ended up sharing a piece of her soul with me.
It makes me care about her all the more. I’m falling for this woman, and I’m falling for her hard.
I wasn’t lying to her when I told her I have no intention of having children. I don’t. That’s for some people, but I always knew that having kids was never in the cards for me. I felt that way before I left home, but it further confirmed I didn’t want kids after what happened with Connoly. Bastards like Connoly make me not want to ever have kids. I had a procedure done a while back to sterilize myself. It made things so much easier, especially with the women chasing the men around here trying to get pregnant. That wasn’t the only reason I did it, but that was a factor in my decision.
“We must be kindred spirits in some way, Summer,” I confess.
“What do you mean by that?” she tilts her head to the side and I barely resist the urge to close the gap between us and kiss her.
“I know it isn’t the same, but I’m going to let you in on a little secret of mine that no one knows, not even Drag. I can’t have kids, I had myself sterilized about a year ago. I never wanted to have kids, and with the women chasing me around in here, I figured it was the best way to avoid ending up with a kid I didn’t want. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against children, I just have too many enemies to be able to bring a kid into this world. I’d love to have an old lady someday, but it would have to be someone who doesn’t want to have kids as well.
I expect to find disgust on her face when I look up at her, but when I see her head tilted to the side while she processes what I’m saying, it makes me want to pull this woman closer to me all the more.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m closing the gap between us, and there are only mere inches left between us by the time I register what I’m doing. I’m about to pull away from her and apologize, but like a magnetic force, she leans forward, and there are only a few inches left between us.
My eyes search hers for permission, her breathing accelerates, and her lips part in anticipation. Almost like she wants me to kiss her, almost like her body recognizes me, even though she hasn’t figured out who I am yet. At least I’m assuming she doesn’t know who I am, she hasn’t slapped me yet.
I move slowly, bringing my hands up to stroke her hair and I lick my lips and lean further forward. When she closes her eyes and tilts her head to the side I know she’s going to let me kiss her.
I gently move my hands down around her back and nudge her forward, testing to see what she’s going to do, and she comes willingly, her eyes slowly opening to meet mine. She shudders when she inhales a deep breath and her eyes search mine.
She doesn’t say anything, neither do I as we continue to stare at one another. Instead, she simply nods her head once in consent, and I close the remaining distance between us, pulling her to sit in my lap.
I expect her to protest when my lips meet hers for our first official kiss outside of the darkness, but she doesn’t. Instead, she parts her lips in invitation, and I don’t hesitate to bring my tongue out to meet hers, deepening the kiss, our tongues meeting in a passionate dance, almost like we both can’t get enough of one another. She tastes as she always does, like peppermint candies and I’m unable to stop myself when I push her down on my cock that’s straining to get out of my pants.
She pulls away from me with a gasp, and I expect her to slap me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she reaches down and pulls her shirt free from her body, revealing her naked breasts to my eyes, the nipple rings shining against the backdrop of the TV.
I reach up and palm them between my fingers, flicking them with my fingertips. She moans and throws her head back, begging for more, her center pressing down against me.
She wants to be fucked, she’s primed and ready for it, left unfulfilled since I left her earlier this evening. I know she hasn’t masturbated, if she had, there’s no way her body would be begging me to fuck her the way it is.
I’m going to show her the softer side of me though, she doesn’t need to see the monster I am in the darkness, she’s already met him, time she met the gentler side of me. The protector side, the one who wants to heal her and make her feel like she’s worth something more than she thinks she deserves. Try and repair some of the damage done to her by Michael.
I pull her closer to me and run my nose along her neck and gently nip her sensitive skin there. I trail kisses down her shoulder and don’t stop until I reach her luscious, full tits and gently flick first one and then the other nipple ring. She huffs in frustration when I don’t suck on it. We’re going to take things at my own pace whether she likes it or not.
I play with her for a while, teasing her by licking all around her nipple rings, but not actually touching them with my tongue.
“Fuck, please Tigger,” she begs me, her hands coming up to flick her sensitive buds. She throws her head back and moans when she does this, enjoying the sensation there.
“No,” I tell her, going back to teasing her, but I guess she’s decided she’s going to be in charge, because the next thing I know she’s standing from the bed and her shorts are hitting the floor, leaving her completely nude.
“Take it off,” she orders, pointing to my pants.
I simply cross my arms over my chest and shake my head no. She doesn’t want to cooperate, neither do I. Two can play that game.
“Fine then” she shrugs and leans forward over the bed and unbuckles my belt and pants, forcing my pants down my legs, leaving her naked ass facing me.
Fuck it, this girl wants to be fucked, she’s going to get it hard then. I tried to take things slow to show her the softer side of me, but if she doesn’t want that, I’ll give her exactly what she wants.
I reach forward and roughly drag her towards me. She gasps and then giggles when I forced her up the bed, so she’s straddling me in the sixty-nine position. I can only hold out for so long, and she’s begging for it, so I’m going to give her what she wants.
I lean further down the bed so I’m lying flat on the bed and pull her over me so I can lick her pussy in one firm flick from back to front.
“Fuck,” she moans, reaching down and grabbing my dick in her hand and squeezing my length hard. She strokes me twice and then brings her mouth down onto my length. She moans when she tastes me and starts to suck me like a woman possessed, riding my dick with her mouth.
The warmth of her mouth is enough to almost make me cum on the spot. I quickly separate the cheeks of her ass and go to town lapping up at the juices dripping from her. She tastes so sweet, and I want more and more, rapidly flicking my tongue over her clit enjoying the vibration when she moans with my cock in her mouth.
She gasps and releases me, using her hand to pump my length when I bite her ass a few times. I quickly bring up mouth back to her pussy, pulling her over my face, so I have better access to her. She rides my face shamelessly, shouting out her releasing and cumming all over my face. I rapidly lick her cum from her pussy enjoying the taste of her on my tongue. I lick her until she goes still before I remove her from my face and flip her over, so she’s flat on her back.
She lies there looking sated, a lazy smile on her face. Little does she realize we are far from done. I lean over her and mash her tits together between my hands and bring her nipple rings together, taking them into my mouth at the same time and sucking them with vigor, enjoying the way her back bows off the bed. I know she’s ready for more, when her hips gyrate up in the air, searching for my waiting cock. I know she wants to feel my length inside of her, filling her, consuming her, making her complete once more. She may not know it, but she loves my cock buried deep inside of her. She’s told me this, begged me for it.
I take both her legs over my shoulders and position her the way I want her and ram home, only stopping when I’ve bottomed out inside of her.
“God damn,” I moan, slowly pushing in and out of her. I close my eyes, trying to control myself so I don’t cum like a fifteen-year-old boy. Two weeks away from her was far too long. Never again will I go this long without fucking her. I might die if I don’t get my fill of her.
When I’m sure I can control myself, I bring myself in and out of her slowly, enjoying the warmth of her. I take a little time, slowly increasing my pace.
She brings her hands up, flicking her nipples and licking her lips, her eyes firmly locked on mine while I fuck her. This moment is so much more intimate than our previous times. Never before have we looked into one another’s eyes. My heart surges, my entire body flooding with emotions and for the first time, I feel complete, like I’m right where I belong.
I can tell she’s ready for more and she moves her hands down on either side of her body trying to grind against me.
I push her legs to the side so she’ll stand and I follow behind her, pushing her down to the carpet on the floor and position her on all fours facing away from me.
I smack her ass when the wiggles it at me, earning another moan from her.
I don’t waste time, ramming into her from behind and fucking her hard and fast. She doesn’t seem to mind, pushing back against me wildly and in seconds she cums again. I try to hold out a little longer, not wanting to leave her warmth, but when she cums again, there is little I can do to stop myself from cumming right behind her.
I hold her up, my body collapsing on top of hers. The both of us struggle to regulate our breathing.
I kiss her back once before I stand and help her to her feet. She wobbles and almost falls, so I lie her down on the bed and go to the bathroom to get a towel to clean her up.
She’s half asleep when I clean her up and go back to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I come back out, her eyes are half open, and she’s watching me still.
“Please don’t leave me,” she reaches for me when she sees me pulling my shirt on. “Please stay the night with me.”
I don’t need any more invitation than that, I didn’t want to leave her anyway. I was only going to leave because I thought maybe that might be what she wanted me to do. A pack of wild buffalo couldn’t pull me away from her. I’m her protector, and I plan to stay right here by her side.
I lie down beside her and pull her in close to me, and within seconds we are both fast asleep.