My mind splintered. It was the only way to explain how the monster in me broke free of his chains and gripped Lou harder than I shoulda, tight at the hips, hard in the hair, drivin’ her wet, raw cunt up and down over my cock until my thighs were a mess of her juices and sweat dripped down my back. It was the only way to explain the way pleasure popped the lid off my head and left me thoughtless of the fact I was kissin’ her ’til she nearly couldn’t breathe, bitin’ her neck until it blossomed with flowery hickeys all over.
It was the only way to describe how I fucked her so hard, I marked her in every heathen way as fuckin’ mine.
And she loved it.
My seventeen-year-old ex-virgin moaned and groaned, scratched up my back like a feral fuckin’ cat and begged me when she had enough breath to do it, to fuck her harder. It had to hurt her, the way my big cock stretched her and made her bleed, but she loved it so fierce she even loved the pain.
We were sweaty, gruntin’ animals on the floor of the kitchen. So far past fuckin’, we were just rutting, greedy beasts.
Her fingers slipped in the sweat on my shoulders then dove into the damp hair at my temples to hold my eyes steady.
“Watch me,” she managed to pant. “Please, watch me as you make me come.”
My hand in her hair trailed down her back so I could grab two handfuls of her plump ass and buck up into her like a fuckin’ pile driver.
“You come for me, you do it sayin’ my name. You do it knowin’ you’ve got me inside you and you do it knowin’ all that I am.”
Her cunt was ripplin’ and spasming already, drawing me impossibly deeper into that tight, burnin’ sheath. My balls drew up and I knew I was gonna come too, deep inside her like I’d only done in my darkest fuckin’ fantasies.
“You be a good girl and come for me right fuckin’ now,” I said then ducked down to take the junction of her left shoulder and neck in my mouth, holdin’ her still with my teeth.
“Fuck, Zeus,” she screamed on a dyin’ breath, her body already gone, already shakin’ on me, squeezin’ around me.
She chanted my name the whole way through, her cum warm and wet on my dick as I churned in and out of her then finished with a fuckin’ roar. Each jet of cum I shot tight up against her womb jerked my whole body against her, draggin’ everything outta me until we both fell exhausted against each other.
With the last of my energy, I dropped back to the cold ground and lowered her on top of me. She settled like a cat in the sun, fallin’ to sleep quicker than I could blink at her and notice the smile that kept at her face even in slumber. A smile that said she was the cat who’d finally eaten the canary.
I knew how she felt ’cause my heart was beatin’ too fast and too hard, not stoppin’ or slowin’ like it shoulda after the hardest orgasm of my fuckin’ life. But I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even really relax, not with the way my blood was pumpin’ and my mind was whirrin’.
Her hair was fuckin’ everywhere, warm silk on my chest, arms and abs but I loved the feel’a it, the smell of burnt sugar and warm cherries all around me. Couldn’t stop touchin’ her even though she was asleep sprawled over my body like a heavy blanket. Loved the feel of her on me, her curves against my edges. Loved the weight of her on my chest against my heart.
Loved fuckin’ everything about this girl.
If I’d had any doubt before, it was fuckin’ clear to me now that Lou was mine.
Didn’t give a single fuck that there were a million and one fuckin’ things that made her forbidden to me.
That her father would try to toss me back into prison for it.
That my enemies would try to maim, torture and kill her for it.
That my own kids might throw a shit fit ’cause of it.
I was keepin’ her.
“No one should be that tense after sex that incredible,” Lou muttered.
I chuckled. Smoothed a hand down her hair and twisted it all up in one of my hands so I could tug it back and force her eyes to mine. They unveiled like heavy curtains, the kinds in old movie theatres my uncle had taken me to as a kid. Glamorous. That was the old Hollywood word for what Lou was, all woman, all sass, all fuckin’ gumption all the time with a sweet center just for her man.
Just for me.
She gave that to me now, that sweetness rough men like me craved.