Fight(34)

I had to devour her right then.

I brought my mouth to her slick center and tasted her. My tongue moved up and down, pressing against her *, feeling her throb against my touch. I put my hands to her inner thighs and kept her open. I was fast, aggressive, needing her so badly.

At her clit I suckled, rolling her between my lips. Each time she jumped, groaned, pressing her hips at me, wanting more.

One of her hands grabbed at my neck and then my shirt. She scratched, pulled, cried out, wanting my shirt off.

I tasted her again, top to bottom, then bottom to top. I pulled away, savoring her sweet taste.

I stood up and hurried to rip my own shirt off.

There before me on the bed, Winter was fully nude. Her succulent body was all mine now. Her hands on the bed, holding the covers. Her left leg a little bent, her legs still open, her tender * folded up for me. The curve of her hips, her breasts just hanging there, hard and rose pink nipples. But it was her face that got me the most. Her natural beauty shined through.

Goddammit, I think I loved her right then.

Love?

I shoved my jeans down and kicked them off.

My cock was almost painfully hard.

I grabbed her legs and pulled at her, bringing her to me.

She cried out and I lowered my body down to hers. Her burning warmth instantly welcomed me. I thrust and opened her, sliding just a little into her. She throbbed against me, her * teasing me to f*cking come already.

I pulled back and thrust again, easing myself into her.

Once I was deep, I lowered my body to hers. Her hands instantly went around my back, holding me. My right hand pressed at her waist, holding her steady. My left hand slid up her body, over her breast, and up to her face.

I held her just like that as I started to f*ck her with slow and long thrusts of my cock. Pulling all the way out to the tip of my dick and then rushing right back inside her. Each thrust she moaned, her mouth open, a sexy desperation in her eyes.

She then started to thrust her hips at me. She rocked left to right, lifting, wanting it. Her head slowly fell back and her body shook as she reached her first climax. Her nails cut into my back muscles like she wanted to tear me apart.

I f*cking loved it.

I held tight inside her as she came. I kissed her neck as she cried out with each push of my cock and each throb of her insides.

Winter looked at me again, panting. I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I simply kissed her. My tongue explored her mouth, wondering if she could taste her own sweetness on my tongue.

That turned me on even more.

I pushed and pulled, thrusting and f*cking her. I kept our bodies tight, tighter than I had ever been with someone before. Maybe this was beyond a good and sweaty f*ck. Maybe this was me making love to her tender body. Showing her how beautiful she was, no matter what happened to her.

I had no clue.

I kept thrusting at her though. My knees hit the bed and then I climbed up on the bed. My hands grabbed her ass and lifted. Without exiting her, I crawled up the bed even more. When her head was on a pillow, I started to f*ck her again. Slowly, I inched away, lifting the top half of my body.

Winter grabbed at my chest, clawing at first, then her hands opening. I was on my knees, f*cking her. Watching my cock slide in and out her. Watching her breasts bounce with my movements. All of it added up inside me. My anger, frustration, guilt. My deepest needs that I never thought would be cared for.

That feeling of love raced through me.

Maybe I just loved her *. Or her body. Or the moment we were in. She was frail and needed me. That was a turn on.

I gritted my teeth and hissed as the rush started. My balls tightened and I sped up even more. The wild sound of bodies hitting became matched by Winter’s cries of pleasure. My cock finally started to pulse, spilling inside her.

I held her hips tight and pressed deep, holding steady as I came inside her.

With each release inside Winter, her body jumped. She rocked her hips, her sweet * squeezing at me, wanting it all. So I gave her all of it, over and over.

There were just too many emotions raging inside me to figure out what the f*ck I was doing, why, or if anything could make any kind of sense.

When I finished, I stayed there, with Winter, deep inside her. My stomach touched hers. My hands were tight around the pillows, holding my chest off hers. Our eyes met. Gently, she reached up and touched my face. She pulled at me, bringing me down so I’d kiss her again.

That kiss kept going. Our kiss was hot, wet, sloppy, perfect. Ours heads moved side to side. I nibbled on her lip, tasting her tongue. She did the same to me.

It only took a matter of a few minutes for me to get hard again.

And I started to thrust at her.

Fuck, again.





20.


(Winter)



I woke and wanted everything to be a dream. The fact that I had given everything to Tripp the night before seemed impossible. Nobody knew my secrets. Sarah didn’t even know, and she was kind of my best friend.

Endo had his grip on me for a while. We had been playing a dangerous game that was fun in the beginning, but got old fast. Then I got pregnant. He kept me hidden to keep the pregnancy hidden. The only ones who really knew were Rocky and Stoney. Endo had some deal with them to keep it from Endo’s father.

Who I now knew was Tripp’s boss.

It was a mess to think about. But my mind wouldn’t erase it. Let alone being in that room when they took Autumn from me. I had the chance to kiss her, just once. That warm, small head of hers. There was a sweet smell to her, something I could never find again. She wasn’t exactly ripped from my arms, but taken gently. Yet my heart would beg to differ. My heart was never able to accept it.