“No. No, I don’t like it.”
Reaching back, I quickly snapped my hand down across the pale cheek of her ass. The smack rang loud in the room, like the clang of a cymbal in an orchestra, followed quickly by her moan.
“Don’t lie to me. Now, it’s time to come.”
“No. I won’t do it.”
I shifted so my hand could grip her jaw and pulled her back to my chest. Pinching between her joints, I held her mouth open, not letting her even try to hide her pleasure. “Come on, sweetheart, let me hear you come. Squeeze my cock with that tight little cunt.”
She shook her head no, but I fucked her harder. Her cries came faster and faster until they all bled into one long continuous cry, bleeding into my bones, sending chills down my spine and straight to my cock.
Before I could come, I jerked out and flipped her around to her back, sliding right back inside. Her dark hair fanned out on the white sheets, the silver of her eyes blotted out by her dilated pupils. She cried out, letting me hear it all without even having to force her. Like an animal desperate for it all, I threw her legs over my shoulder to hold them while I frantically gripped her shirt and tore it right up the middle and did exactly as I promised, fucking her so hard her tits bounced from each thrust.
Her cries, her rosy nipples, the wet sucking of her tight cunt. It was too much, and I gave in, emptying myself inside her, not bothering to hold back my groans of pleasure. She lay there gasping for breath as I slowed before easing out of her making sure her legs fell wide so I could watch my cum slip from her swollen pussy.
She jerked when I fingered her sensitive clit. When I moved two fingers down and pushed my cum in and out of her, her mouth fell open, her rosy, pouty lips forming the perfect oh, calling to me, and I couldn’t deny it anymore.
Continuing to slide my fingers lazily through her folds, spreading our mess, I collapsed between her spread thighs, pressing my chest to hers, and latched on to her bottom lip with my teeth. She gasped, her eyes shooting wide and meeting mine before sliding closed to get lost in the moment. I soothed the bite with a sucking kiss, dragging my tongue along the plush curve. When her tongue prodded at my lips, I opened, letting her in, kissing her more deeply than anyone I’d ever kissed before. I lost my breath between her lips, and I never wanted it back.
When we both slowed, I lifted myself on my arm and tugged my fingers free from her opening. They were saturated with our cum, and I slowly raised them to her lips. She let me paint her mouth, holding my stare, even sliding her tongue out for a taste. But I wanted her to have more than a taste. I wanted her to have it all. I pushed my fingers all the way to the back of her tongue, and rather than recoil like I half-expected, she closed her mouth and sucked, rolling her tongue as to not miss a drop.
And it hit me like a punch to the diaphragm, sucking all the air from my lungs.
This woman was perfect. Everything I imagined ever wanting.
And she was half my age—my ward.
My friend’s daughter.
We had a lifetime of differences between us that sat ahead like an insurmountable brick wall.
We were at different places in life, and it would never work.
Dream woman or not, this had been a mistake.
Tugging my fingers free, I pressed one soft, gentle peck to her lips.
And walked away.
Chapter Eight
ROSE
He fucking left me.
After the most delicious sex and the softest kiss, he left.
One week later, and it still made my chest curl into itself and compress around my heart and lungs.
One week later, and just the thought of watching his back as I lay there stole my breath.
What was worse? He left completely.
The next morning, he’d gone to work before I woke and didn’t come home until late just to sneak into his room. I’d been pissed, lying in bed, thinking about using all my adrenaline to kick down his door and demand he get over himself.
Wash. Rise. Repeat.
As the days dragged on, the anger softened, and I realized I just missed him. And missing him caused a whole other kind of ache. One I was all too familiar with.
I was alone. Again.
Except this time, it hurt differently.
Corbin was there, just a few feet down the hall, but he chose to leave. Not because he didn’t want me, but because he did. I recalled every detail of passion that engulfed us. I remembered the frantic pace, the highs we flew to that left us spinning in a beautifully chaotic storm. Then, I remembered the end where we slowed down enough to really see each other.