A repetitive series of sounds wakes me up. Cracking one eye open, I look at my bedside clock and see it’s after one in the morning. Sitting up, I listen and try to identify the noise. Within thirty seconds I realize that it’s the sound of crying, and I know it’s Violet since we’re the only people in the house. I avoided her by not comin’ back home until well after dinner and when I got here, I headed into my office and stayed there until I came to bed.
My knee jerk response kicks in and before I even realize I’m doing it, I am up, out of my room and openin’ the door to the bedroom she’s in. As is her usual, she’s gone to bed and left the television on mute. The light from the television illuminates the room and I see her curled up around a pillow, crying her eyes out.
My heart doesn’t care she’s hurt me, and within seconds I am on the bed and pulling her into my arms. Call me a sucker, but I hate seeing this woman upset. I shiver when she climbs into my lap and wraps her arms around me tightly, crying against my chest as I rock her back and forth and make soothing noises. This whole thing is reminiscent of how she was after Dustin committed suicide, and I wonder if she’s been doin’ this the entire time she’s been gone.
Gradually, her sobs quiet down until they become non-existent. Once the torrential outpouring of tears subsides and I go from having a hysterical woman in my arms to a calm one, my dick decides to start to wake up. I’ve craved the sunshine and delicate feminine scent of Violet so badly you’d think it’s a drug. Hell, to me, it sure as fuck seems to be. Now, with her body plastered warmly against mine as I breathe in the smell of her hair, my body is coming back to life. Hard.
Sliding my hands down her back, I grip her waist with the intention of setting her aside on the bed so I can leave. I startle when she grips my shoulder and cries out, “No!”
Before I can ask her what she wants, she starts rocking against me. Gently at first, but when I don’t push her away, she picks up the pressure. I want so badly to ball up and push her away, but my goddamn body is a traitor and my hands are now gripping her hips and helping her move back and forth.
Sitting up straight, she leans back a bit and looks down at my face. The silence stretches for countless moments as we stare at each other. I know this look she’s giving me as well as I know my name, and I nod my understanding at her. Without hesitation, she grabs the hem of the t-shirt she wore to bed, one of mine, I notice, and whips it over her head.
My dick has already been in the process of getting hard, but one look at her nearly naked body has it standing at full attention. Only a tiny pair of pink panties keeps her from being totally exposed to me, and I want to rip those fuckers off with my teeth.
Fisting my hands in her hair, I yank her forward and cover her mouth with mine. Our first kiss in three months is not gentle. It is carnal, punishing, chaotic, almost painful. There is too much need, too much pent up desire between us for either of us to slow down. Our tongues duel as we devour each other, almost as if we’re both afraid at any moment, it will be over. Moaning into my mouth, she grinds herself against me in the most erotic of ways. Reaching between us, I slide my fingers into her underwear, growling into her mouth when I find her soaked.
I practically know Violet’s body better than my own, know the pattern and pressure to use to make her come fast and hard, and within a minute she rips her mouth from mine, tilts her head back and cries out my name as she soaks my fingers with her release. Tossin’ her onto the bed, I stand up and rip my clothes off. She watches me with hooded and lust-filled eyes as I bare myself to her, and I groan low in my throat when she slides her fingers into her panties and begins to play with her pussy.
Just seein’ her like this, legs spread, fingers moving beneath the silk of her underwear, is almost enough to make me come. Gripping my cock in my hand, I start stroking it as I watch her. From experience, I know this drives her wild. Over the years, she’s spent hundreds of hours watching me stroke my dick. Both of us are visual people, and I can’t even count how many times we’ve masturbated for each other. I personally love the way it feels to watch her fuck herself while she watches me jerk off.
I want to tug my cock until I come on her lips, but I force myself to stop. Walking to the edge of the bed, I grab the sides of her underwear and tear them off of her. Her closely shaven sexy little triangle is a sight for sore eyes, and I bend over and inhale her as I watch her fingers spread her sweet honey all over her clit. Spreading her legs wide with my shoulders, I slide my hands under her ass and lift her to my mouth.
My tongue meets her fingers and we work in tandem playing with her clit. She calls my name out again and again as I tongue fuck her, and I inhale her like a starving man. She’s as hot and desperate for it as ever, and I wonder how she could have survived three months without being fucked hard and often. Just as she’s about to come, I pull my tongue away and grab her finger with my mouth to keep it away from her clit.
Rolling her hips, she tries to get me to go back to work. I move her legs off my shoulder and set her down on the bed before climbing over her. Eye to eye, she whimpers as she watches me slide my right hand down to her drenched cunt. I play with her lazily, nowhere near hard enough to get her off.
Like I said, I know her body, and I know what to do to keep her orgasm on the runway, desperately searching for a landing. I’m angry again. Angry I’ve been denied the pleasure of having this body for the last three months, angry I should be fucking her as my wife right now. I’m angry as I wonder if there have been others where only I’d ever gone before she left.
“Please, Ryder… oh, please… take me, baby. Fuck me!”
Looking into her eyes, I shake my head as I slide two fingers inside of her insanely tight sex and slowly begin thrusting them in and out. “You left because you didn’t want me, didn’t want this anymore. Tell me who else you let touch my pussy, Vi. Did anyone make you come like I do? Did any of them make you come like I make you come, so hard and so much you soak the sheets? Tell me, Violet. Tell me who you gave my pussy to. Tell me if you came screaming. Tell me the truth.”
Shaking her head emphatically, she whimpers as her hands come up to grab my face. Forcing me to look at her she says, “I have never, not for one second, stopped wanting you. I could never give myself to anyone else because I gave all of myself to you, and that was forever. I’ve only ever been yours. I love you, Ryder Jennings. I’m only ever going to love you.”
Three months ago, I would have said I knew when Violet was lying and I could tell she was being straight with me right now. Honestly, I don’t think she’s lyin’. Her eyes say she’s telling the truth. But the thing is, I don’t know if I can believe her anymore.
She seems to sense she’s losing me, almost as if she knows I’m seconds away from leaving the room, because she grabs my cock and begins to stroke it. “Fuck me, Ryder. Take what belongs to you.”
Spreading her legs wide with my torso, I line up with her pussy. Looking down at her I growl, “If you put me in, I’m not going to be tender. I’m going to fuck you, and I don’t mean gently.”
She full body shudders beneath me as she nods. “God, yes.”
Shaking my head, I give it to her straight. “Listen to what I’m sayin’ and know what you’re sayin’ yes to. This is your last chance, Vi. I’m going to fuck you hard enough you won’t be able to sit down without feeling me in you tomorrow. If you’ve been out of commission for three months, taking my thick cock is going to be a challenge. I don’t have slow and gentle in me right now. I’m going to stuff you full of cock and fuck you until neither of us can fucking move anymore, and then I’m going to come deep inside you. Can you take it?”
Looking into my eyes she says, “I want your cock. I want you. Take me.”
I’ve given her the chance to go and she isn’t taking it, so I take her at her word she’s ready for what I’m about to do. She’s been with me for long enough to know I’m not a minute-man. Hell, I’m not a twenty-minute man. When I want it hard, I can go for quite a while. Tonight, I want it harder than I ever have.
Nodding at her, I growl as she lines me up and rubs the tip of my cock against her slippery opening. The heat of her arousal hits the tip of me like a nuclear blast, and I lose my ability to be patient. Grabbing her hips, I shift back a bit, lift her up and then slam into her with one hard thrust. She lets out a scream that would wake the neighbors, if I had any, as I let out a yell at the same time. For half a second I worry I’ve gone too hard, but then I feel her hands gripping my ass and I start pounding into her with a speed and ferocity surprising even me.
I use the spring of the mattress to my advantage, maneuvering her body so with every thrust, she automatically bounces up and down my dick. I smirk when she comes within two minutes, screaming like a fucking banshee as her body writhes against mine and filth pours out of her mouth that would make the best buckle-bunny proud.
“So deep, fuck!” she shouts as I thrust. The wet sound of our frantic joining, combining with the squeak of the mattress, her filthy talk, uninhibited noises, plus the slamming of the headboard against the wall, is like music to my ears.
I fuck her like I hate her, but I don’t hate her at all. I fucking love her as much as ever, and I hate myself for that. Changing the position up, I grab her ankles and push them up toward her head as I fuck harder and go deeper.
She wails beneath me, tears pouring out of her eyes as she seizes up around me and comes calling out my name, her come drenching my cock. Baby gets so fucking wet, and I love how it makes it even hotter and more slippery in her cunt. I fuck hard, pulling back only when I feel like I want to come. Every time she comes beneath me I’m tempted to let go, but I promised her rough and I want her to fucking remember who’s dick makes her come like a fucking madwoman. This is a fuck of a reminder, and I’m pounding it into her with a purposeful ferocity I’ve never had before.
After another of her mammoth orgasms, I flip her over onto her knees and slam back inside. She cries out as she shudders beneath me, coming again quickly just from the position. She loves to be ridden hard, and I hold her hips firmly as I fuck her like an animal.
Leaning over I growl into her ear, “Who’s fucking pussy is this, Vi?”
There seems to be no hesitation on her part as she turns to meet my eyes. “Yours, Ryder. My pussy is yours. I’m yours. Everything is yours. It’s all yours. It’s only ever going to be yours. Yours, yours, yours!”
It’s the honesty in her eyes that does me in. Pulling out, I flip her over again and cover her body with mine as I thrust back inside of her. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, she holds on as I fuck into her, slower but no less hard.
With my forehead against hers I groan out, “Feed me, Vi. Give me what’s mine.”
I feel her hand between us, her fingers brushing against me as she collects what I want. Pulling her hand back out from between us, she slides two fingers into my mouth and lets me suck the taste of us from them. When I finish, she slides the next two fingers in before pulling them out and replacing them with her tongue. We kiss for real this time, passionate and deep, our bodies moving against each other in time with our tongues. The taste in my mouth is us, our blend, something I can only ever have with her, and I revel in it. We’ve had a joke forever about the house blend being our ambrosia, and the intensity of being inside of her and tasting us is bringing me to my knees.
Pulling back from her mouth, I bite her bottom lip gently before pulling it out and sucking on it. I let go with a growl and then stare down at her. “I’m about to come, Vi, gonna come fuckin’ hard. Come with me.”
Sliding her hand back between us, I feel her rubbing her clit as I slide in and out of her. I watch her eyes and listen to her sounds, and when her pussy starts seizing up and fluttering against me, I fuck her hard and fast the way she likes. Opening her mouth wide, she rakes her nails down my back as she begins to come and I let myself go and start filling her full of my release. The heat of my cum inside of her has always made her come extra hard, and this is no different. She gasps for air and cries out my name again and again as she comes, and my dick spurts like a fucking volcano that is no longer dormant.
When we’re both done, I collapse on top of her like an overwhelmed marathon runner. She runs her hands up and down my back and across my ass just like she has always done after sex, and I am so content I let it go on—even as a voice in my head is tryin’ to remind me I shouldn’t be letting my guard down. I’m fucking beat from coming so hard, so I roll us over so she’s on top, wrap my arms around her and promptly start to drift off.