“What, King?”
“I didn’t mean to take off like that, okay? I just didn’t know what to do when I saw the ring. Christ, sweetie, I haven’t seen you in how long? And the first time I see you some asshole is throwing a backhand across your face. Then I see you’re engaged? That’s hard to swallow. I was supposed to be…” I shook my head. “Fuck it. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry I left.”
“Your face is glittering,” she said. “Where did you go?”
“A strip club,” I said without hesitation.
Linds shut the door.
I grabbed the knob and turned it. “Sweetie, I didn’t do anything. Trust me, I had the chance. There’s nobody I want but you. I’ve been inside all that time thinking about what I’d do to you if I got out. I’m standing right here.”
Linds opened the door again. She was wearing a white t-shirt that stopped just above her knee.
“I’m not engaged,” she said. “I never was. He gave me a ring as a promise. I was drunk and took it from him, like an idiot. All I’ve ever known is what my aunt has done in life. So I tried to find comfort when you weren’t around.”
“I’m here right now,” I said.
“For how long?”
“Does that fucking matter?”
Linds swallowed. “No.”
I stepped into the apartment. I shut the door behind me. I locked both locks, making it very clear that I wasn’t going anywhere for the rest of the night.
I had one clear goal in mind - to wake up tomorrow with my girl in my arms.
OUR LIPS and tongues fought as though the world was coming to an end. I put her on her soft bed and realized it was the first time I was touching a real bed in a long fucking time. Close to two years had gone by since I had to chance to be free, to be wild, to be a fucking outlaw.
But there I was, kissing Linds, my hands touching her soft legs.
She quickly made a move, grabbing between my legs over my jeans. I grabbed her wrist and put her hand to the bed.
I broke the kiss and stood up from the bed.
“No, sweetie,” I growled. “Tonight, I’m in complete control. You don’t do a fucking thing until I tell you too. Got it?”
“Yes,” she said. “Fuck, yes.”
“Take that fucking t-shirt off your beautiful body,” I said. “I need to see you before I taste you.”
Linds popped up to her elbows and thrust her chest out at me, fucking flirting with me. What a bold move to make. I fucking loved it. I reached for the bottom of the white shirt and stuck my hands right under. I followed her skin all the way to her bare breasts. It had been such a long time since I touched her tits. My big hands cupped her easily, just like before. I felt the stiffness of her nipples grazing against my palms. My cock slithered and twisted in my jeans, a beast ready to come out and play.
First things first though…
I slid my hands up even more and took the shirt up and over Linds’s head. How interesting she was wearing a white shirt. A color of innocence yet there was nothing innocent about what I planned on doing to her right then.
She remained on her elbows, staring at me. My eyes moved down to her perfect body. I loved the subtle curves of her waist. I loved the way her tits were firm, slightly parting left and right. Her nipples were a rich color with a light hue around her areola.
I watched her breathing, her belly rising and falling.
Her panties were a blood red color.
They were next on my fucking list of shit that needed to go.
Before that… I slid a hand to the back of her neck. I put my other hand to her left tit and squeezed.
“I fucking missed these,” I said. “Nobody ever better have them like I had or will have.”
“Never,” Linds purred, her breath spreading across my mouth.
She was addictive and seductive all in the same breath.
I fucking loved it.
“Good, sweetie,” I said.
I brought both hands down to the top of her panties. I tore those fucking things off like it was Christmas morning and I finally got to the best present. Oh, and trust me, it was the best fucking present.
Looking at her soft and moist labia made my mouth hunger worse than when I was in solitary and meals were sometimes skipped for a day or two. My tongue ran dry, a thirst raging from deep inside me.
“Oh, fuck, sweetie,” I said. “Look at that pussy…”
I dropped down to one knee before Linds, my hands racing up the insides of her thighs. I knew she was ticklish there and I felt her body vibrate. She sucked in a breath with a hiss, trying hard not to laugh or pull away. The second my fingertips touched her wet pussy, her body thrust, demanding more of me.
I put my pointer and middle fingers together on my left hand and hooked them, sliding up against her labia as though I was telling her to come here.
I pulled my fingers away and brought them to my nose. My eyes were locked to her eyes. Fuck, she had pretty eyes. The prettiest eyes on a woman ever. And if a smell could ever be properly described as pretty, that was her sweet scent. Better than ice cream on a hot day. I smelled her and then licked my fingers.