Fucking fast.
One hand pumping at me, her mouth stretched around my dick tight, she took care of me. I gently touched the top of her hair, guiding her back and forth the way I wanted it. It just felt too damn good. I actually considered coming but knew there was something better waiting. I licked my lips as a little reminder of what was waiting.
Her sweet fucking pussy.
I pulled back and away from Rose’s eager mouth. She looked at me and knew exactly what I wanted now. Without a fucking word, she fell back to the bed. Her hands played down her entire body and slipped into her panties. She stripped herself right before my eyes as I held my dick in my hand. I stepped out of my boots and jeans, then looked down at them, knowing I had a condom.
Fuck, I didn’t want anything in the way. I wanted to feel it all.
Rose then nodded at me. “It’s okay. I’m okay, Wes. Please. Just hurry.”
No second guessing for me.
I came forward and lowered my body to hers. Her pussy was still warm and wet. With one hard thrust, she sheathed me tight. Her insides throbbed to my steel shaft, clutching me. I pulled back and thrust, fucking her. I lowered down and couldn’t help myself as I kissed her. I never kissed women when I fucked them. I didn’t want to give away the wrong idea.
After just a few seconds of kissing Rose’s sweet mouth, I pulled away.
Don’t give her the wrong fucking idea.
I slipped a hand behind her neck and my other hand grabbed her waist. That’s how I held her as I fucked her even harder. She pumped her body just as hard and fast at me, groaning. When she came, she arched her body and froze, offering herself to me. I felt her come and slowed just enough to work her through it.
Goddammit, Wes, do you care about her or something? Just fuck her. This is about you, man.
I gritted my teeth and sped back up again. I slowly moved my hand from her neck down to her waist. Both hands held her. My feet were on the floor. Her legs were wrapped around me, her heels pressing against my back. Christ, she wanted it harder? She wanted it faster? She wanted me fucking deeper?
“Fuck, sweetie,” I growled. “Fuck…”
Rose looked me dead in the eyes and bit her bottom lip. She then touched my shoulders, her fingers trying to dig into my hard muscle. And that just set me off. It was all I could handle. The most beautiful woman I’d ever been with, with a perfect body, beautiful tits, and amazing pussy… that was all any real man could handle before letting go.
I thrust deep into her body and let the first pulse go. I then came down to her body, my mouth demanding her breasts again. I came as I thrust at her, fucking her, kissing her tits, working my way up her neck and to her lips, but not kissing her. I let an inch between my lips and hers.
We were just there, breathing hard, breathing fast.
That’s when I knew… this wasn’t going to end with romance, it was going to end with tragedy.
19.
(Rose)
My hands made their way to his hips. My thumbs felt his rock hard stomach as he breathed. I was supposed to be pushing him away. I was supposed to want him out of me since we were both done. But that didn’t happen. I didn’t want him out of me. I wanted him to stay. To get hard again. To do it all over again.
Because…
Fuck.
It was just that good.
If Wes fought half as good as he fucked, it was no wonder he was one of the best around.
When he did pull out of me, my body gushed and tingled to the point where I grabbed the sheets and just stayed there. I felt like I was floating, warmth all around. My toes curled and I bit my lip, trying to resist the urge to moan again. It had been such a long time since anyone touched me. Or tasted me.
That alone was worth the risk of stealing a car to come to the cabin.
That’s when all the reality came crashing back down.
Luke. Macie. Murder. Aside from being inside, there was too much about Wes I didn’t know that I could even trust.
Wes put his jeans on but left his shirt off. That was completely unfair to have to stare at muscle like that. Chiseled through years of fighting. Taking punches. Handing out punches. The toughness of a life that I couldn’t possibly imagine living.
He stood there with his back to me. There were hints of sweat.
It kept turning me on more and more.
“You can get dressed,” he whispered.
“Yeah, right,” I said.
I grabbed my clothes from the floor and slowly put myself back together. As I clipped my bra, I watched Wes. He looked like he did the night of the fight. Standing there with his hands balled into fists. His long hair sweaty. His shoulders a mile wide like he was ready to turn and strike.
I put my shirt on and then just stood there.
My heart was still racing from the amazing sex. My body was still on fire as I looked at Wes. My mind was somewhere else. Wondering what else was going to come bursting through the thin seams of my life and fuck everything up.
“Wes…”