She didn’t believe me, but it was true. Every time I tried to touch myself, I’d see her crying face, and I’d stop. It was my personal punishment, on top of everything else.
“It wasn’t anybody else’s to have, not even mine, but yours. Everything, my body, heart and soul, belongs to you, baby,” I growled. “Now have mercy on me and give me you.”
She fisted my cock, and my eyes squeezed tightly shut.
When I opened them again, it was to find her leaning in close to my face.
“Help me, then,” she ordered.
I didn’t wait for more encouragement.
This was a move I’d done before, but she still squeaked in startled delight when I lifted her by the hips and settled her pussy over my face.
“Only way I can think to help you, baby,” I growled, inhaling deeply.
My eyes connected with hers as I brought my tongue out for the first lick.
The second lick, her eyes closed, and her head fell back, causing her hair to trail along the length of my chest and belly. Her hair was shorter now but with her head back, it managed to sweep the very tip of my cock.
It was definitely a weird experience, but one I fucking loved, and surprisingly had missed.
My hands went to her hips as I tilted them forward, only for her to catch the hint and ride my face.
“The beard,” she moaned breathily. “God, I don’t know whether to laugh or scream.”
“Laughing may not be appropriate,” I growled against her pussy lips. “But screaming is A-Okay.”
Her head tipped down, and she watched as I took one long swipe of her crease, paying extra special attention to the engorged bundle of nerves that was calling for me.
I brought one hand up from behind, and she leaned forward, knowing what I was going for.
The moment my thumb met her weeping entrance, I pushed it inside of her, surprised like I was the first time I’d taken her at how tight that she was.
The second I breached her entrance, she clamped down on my thumb so hard that, if she hadn’t been so freakin’ wet, I would’ve thought she didn’t want me to be inside of her.
But then she started to come, and there was no denying anything that she felt for me.
Her hips jerked on my face, and I continued to lick her clit while I pumped my thumb in and out of her. At least I did until she fell forward and tried to smother me with her vagina.
She breathlessly rolled to the side, and flopped her hands out above her head as she panted for breath.
Her nipples were pebbled into tiny little brown buds, and I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste those, too.
And by the time I’d settled my cock at her entrance, and started to push inside, she looked like I’d wrung her out to dry.
But the moment I got half of my dick into her, she started to writhe.
“Please,” she mewled.
I growled and thrust forward, dropping my mouth to hers to catch the scream that left her lips.
My eyes felt weird, and the pressure inside my head, as well as my cock, was enough to detonate anybody.
But I wouldn’t go. Not until I made her come one last time.
Then I’d follow. Then I’d give myself that release that I’d been needing.
I made slow sweet love to her, pushing inside just as slowly as I pulled out. Over and over again, in and out, until all that I knew was the glide of my cock into her tight heat.
“You make me feel so full,” she breathed.
I agreed, but it was my heart that was full.
Having her in my arms, taking my cock, it settled something inside of me that hadn’t been settled in a very long, long time.
Even when I felt her quickening around me, I didn’t speed up. I continued to ravish her with my hands, mouth and cock, until she exploded in such a sweet, intense orgasm, that she took me right along with her.
Her arms went around my neck, pulling me to her and holding me there while my own orgasm rocked my big body.
I poured everything I had in me into her willing pussy and had a gush of satisfaction pour through me at knowing that she was the first person, and the only person, to ever get this from me.
“There’s six years’ worth of pent up need inside of you right now,” I told her. “I should’ve used a condom, because there’s no way in hell that you’re going to escape this unscathed.”
She knew what I meant. I could tell by the way her eyes lit with excitement.
Mina had never been on birth control. Not once in her entire twenty-six years. Not because she was religious, and didn’t take it, but because we’d always been willing to have babies, and when we weren’t, I used condoms. But I hadn’t carried a condom with me in a very long time, because I hadn’t had need for one.
And now, looking down at her with pleasure written all over her face, I knew it wouldn’t be a good time.
Her getting pregnant would be very bad, not because we didn’t want a child, but because that would just be one more thing that my parents could use to hold over me to get me to do their bidding if they ever found out that I was still alive.
Something which was likely already a done deal since Josh knew, by now, that we’d taken Mina and wouldn’t be returning her.
I rolled over and pulled her to my side, uncaring that we were getting our clothes filthy with dirt and other things, and instead decided to live in the now.
In an hour, I would deal with the fallout.
Right now, my life was curled into my arms, and I couldn’t find it in me to think of anything else.
Chapter 17
Life hadn’t given me lemons to make lemonade. It’s given me anger issues, a love for pizza and a need for retribution.
-Ghost’s secret thoughts
Ghost
“I need your promise, Tunnel.”
I trailed the tips of my fingers up the line of her naked spine, her hair was tangled around my shoulder and neck, ticking me back.
“Anything,” I told her.
She sighed.
“Don’t leave me again.”
I closed my eyes.
That was the one promise that I couldn’t keep.
“If I can help it, I won’t,” I offered the only thing I had to give.
She knew instantly what I meant and brushed her lips against my shoulder.
“It hurts,” Mina whispered a long time later, her hand playing absently along the rough scarring that spanned my chest.
I knew she was talking about my burns, but there was an undertone there that said she wasn’t just talking about that.
“Sometimes it has to hurt, baby,” I told Mina. “That’s when you know you’re alive.”
“I don’t like that,” she said. “I know you wouldn’t have left me if…” She trailed off. “What do you do, Tunnel?” She looked at me fiercely.
“I hunt the evil that people pretend doesn’t exist,” I answered almost immediately, not one to lie to the woman that held my heart. “If you really want to know, then Mina, I’ll tell you every single sordid detail. But if you’re just curious what I do now that I’m not who I was, and don’t really want to know it in all of its entirety, then just be happy with that first answer.” I licked my lips. “I told you no more lies, and I meant that. If you want to know if I killed a man this morning, then I’ll answer you honestly. But if you don’t, then I’ll stay quiet. Just be sure you can handle everything that is me now.”
She stared into my eyes.