by Dani Wyatt
She turns to look at me, and for a moment I wonder if I’m going too fast, but in the same instant, there’s a voice inside my head that smacks down any doubts.
“So, you like being a detective? You say you’re good at it as well.”
“I think so.” I pull out onto the street, reaching one hand over to rest it on her knee. “I’m up for Head Detective. Should know next week something solid. So, I guess I’m okay at what I do.” I smile and see her looking back with those sea-blue eyes, and my cock is ready to tear through my jeans to get to her. “And, so, you are good at what you do as well? You work at the bakery and write.”
“Yes. I guess I am. I pay my bills. That’s more than a lot of writers can do I suppose. I have a good group of loyal readers. It still surprises me every day that people want to read what I write.”
“I’m sure you are amazing. I want to read something you wrote. I want you to read it to me.”
I see a blush rise on her cheeks. “It’s pretty racy stuff.”
Lust buzzes in my ears. “Oh yeah? Then I want you to act out what you wrote. With me, of course.”
She giggles as I squeeze her leg.
We talk like we’ve known each other forever the rest of the way to the precinct.
At work, I keep her next to me while I show her around. Gerald comes around when we get to my desk, and I sit her down, standing behind her like a centurion.
“Hi.” Gerald gives me an odd look.
“Gerald, this is Jessie. Jessie, Gerald. We’ve worked together for a lot of years. He was at—”
“Hi, yes.” Jessie cranes her neck around to look up at me then at Gerald. “You were there for my first ever barfight. You brought me ice. Thank you. I’m not sure I ever got to say thank you.”
Gerry shrugs with a nod. “Not a problem. Someone scooted you out of there pretty fast. Looks like you’ve recovered.”
“She’s good.” I’m feeling more protective of her every second. Other colleagues are shooting us looks from around the room, and it’s making me uncomfortable.
Not that I care than anyone knows I’m with her. I want the world to know. But I feel like she’s on display and that doesn’t sit well with me. I guess I still want her all to myself. Maybe in time that feeling will pass, but then again maybe not.
She makes some more small talk with Gerald before he gives me a crooked smile and excuses himself.
Jessie looks around my desk and reaches over to run a finger along the top of the only picture I have there.
“Is this your family?” She looks up with those wide eyes picking up the frame and inspecting it before sitting it back in its place.
“Yes. Mom, Dad and…” I take a quick breath before finishing. “My brother Jeff.”
“He looks like you. Are you close? With all of them? Sorry, I mean with him. You told me your parents are passed away.”
This is not where I wanted to have this conversation, so I keep the answer simple for now. I know I’ll need to tell her more in time, but with some wounds, they are always tender.
“We were.” I clear my throat and step around to the edge of the desk looking down at her as she waits for more. “They’re all gone. I don’t have any other family really. A few aunts and uncles, cousins on the west coast but I haven’t seen any of them for years.”
“God.” Jessie brings her fingers to her lips. “I’m so sorry. Someday I hope you will feel comfortable telling me what happened. But I don’t think this is the place or time.”
How she reads me so well sometimes still takes me back, and I nod.
“Yes, I will baby — some other time. But, yes, we were all close. I loved them all very much. I do want you to know that.”
I scoot her around for a quick loop of the rest of the precinct. My need for her is growing with every passing second and walking around work sporting a hard-on will not do anything for my image so I wrap it up and get us back in the truck making a quick line back to my place.
By the time I get her inside the door I’m ravenous for her.
“Here.” I reach over and take her purse and laptop bag and set them on the long table behind the sofa in my apartment. Although she saw the loft space with my orchids last night, this floor is homier and better suited to her work.
“Wow, this is beautiful. It’s hard and soft all at the same time.” She looks up and around at the big space and the high ceilings.
“Thanks. But there is something here that is beautiful, and it’s not the place.”
I move in front of her and without hesitation grab her jean jacket and slide it down her arms. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t try to stop me as I untie her red dress and throw it open, revealing what’s mine. As I push it off her shoulders, she gasps, flinching as it falls to the floor. Then it’s her bra. Next, I’m down on my knees, working off her shoes and leaving just me, at pussy level, with panties between us.
I lean forward, biting at the fabric and breathing her in. I grab the entirety of her pussy through her panties and feel the wetness soaked through, making the tip of my dick seep with cum.
Desire crashes through me as I hear her breath hitch then speed up as I kiss and bite at the soft flesh of her belly.
“You want more?” I look up to see her lips fallen open and a wild look in her eyes.
She nods, and I stand, keeping my hand firmly on her sex and rubbing the flat of my palm around against her, feeling her legs spread just a bit to accommodate me.
“God, I want you, Blossom. So much.”
Working together, we strip her of that last item of clothing, leaving her naked in the daylight in front of me. She’s a sculpture of perfection. Her tits are amazing, yes. Huge, but balanced perfectly above a nipped in waist and lush hips that call for a baby in her belly.
That thought has my balls tight against me. I’ve never considered being a father before. Not until I saw her in the bar.
Yesterday.
It’s only been since yesterday?
It feels like she’s been my life for so long.
The image of her body, round with me, sends me into a near fury. I’m about to come undone with her scent swirling around and the sight of her standing willing in front of me.
I spin her around and place each of her hands on the back of the sofa, kneeing her legs apart and moving her hips, so they are where I want them.
Stepping back, I admire her for a moment while I strip my jeans and kick off my boots. My cock springs out, ready and seeping as I step forward, reach around and place two fingers in her wet slit.
“Good girl. Wet for me. You like being wet for me, don’t you, baby?”
“Um hum,” she whispers, and I feel her body angle her hips upward.
I use my other hand to guide my eager dick to her soaking hole. I’m on fire, and in one hard shove, I’m inside her as far as her body can accommodate.
She yelps as I bring my hands up to gather her hair and grip the crazy blond curls in my fist before settling my other hand on one of her swinging tits.
Her cunt wraps around me like a dream. I hold us still for a long moment, unable to believe how good she feels. I don’t even have to move; I could cum right now if I wasn’t fighting to hold it back.
The muscles of her walls squeeze and milk me, and I pinch her nipple.
“You want more?” I seethe, feeling her body twitch and grip as I knead and milk her incredible tit.
“Yes. I want you to move. Please…”
“I like when you say please. I want you to say please before you cum. You understand, Jessie? You need to ask before you cum from now on.”
“What?” She turns her head a bit, but I hold her hair tight, pulling out a few inches then slamming back inside her, balls deep, making her gasp and moan.
“Ask before you cum,” I order before I begin pounding into her.
Squeezing at her soft flesh as it moves under her body, I arch her neck back toward me by the hair.
She moves up onto her toes and give
s me another inch of depth inside her, and I move my hand from her tit, down to her clit and begin circling it with two fingers.
“Fuck, baby, you’re about to squeeze my fucking dick off. You like that, don’t you? Such a sweet, filthy girl for me. I love that. No one would know how dirty you are.”
With that, she creams all over my shaft, and it drips down and off my balls.
“God, Torin…”
Fuck, I love how she says my name while I fuck her. Like I’ve never heard it before.
“Yes, baby?”
I let her hair go, moving both of my hands to wrap around her waist, holding her body still as I fuck into her without mercy. She’s so tight, her body clamping down around me, so I can barely get my dick in and out.
“Please…” She half yells, half screeches, as I already feel the pulses of her cunt start.
“Good girl.” I grit out, leaning down and biting into her neck, and that’s all it takes. “Let me feel that cunt cum on my cock.”
She starts to cum, and I’m right behind her, filling her again as she shakes and calls my name over and over.
For a split second, I imagine her with someone else’s name on her lips. It throws me into a fury. In my work, I’ve seen jealousy push people to do horrible things.
I’d never considered myself the jealous type before. Not until now. Now…God…I’d tear into anyone that put a hand on her.
We stand there panting as I look at her ivory skin and see the mark of my teeth. A rush of ownership washes through me, and I struggle to know the new man that has taken control of me since yesterday.
“God.” She drops her torso and rests her head on the back of the sofa. “Can I tell you something?”
I love how our fluids are leaking out of her and down the fronts of my thighs. I hold my cock deep inside her, running my fingers down the wave of her back, admiring her from above.
“You can tell me anything, baby. Anything. I want it all, so tell me whatever it is you are thinking…”
“I’ve never cum with anyone before. I’ve cum, but only from myself. And never like this.”
Pride fills my chest, but a twinge of anger twitches my fingers at the mere thought anyone else has touched her before.
But with a massive effort of will, I force myself to rein that shit in. It’s life, and what happens from now on is what is important.
“Baby, you just gave me the greatest gift ever. Thank you for telling me. And can I tell you something?”
“Of course.”
I begin to move my still solid cock slowly in and out of her.
“I’ve never touched a woman without protection. So, there are firsts for us both.”
“Yeah about that…” she starts as I increase the speed of my strokes, listening to her breathing quicken. “It’s not very…God…responsible of us not to talk about that. Not to use something…”
The thought of putting anything between me and her womb has an irrational anger building.
“No. It’s not. But it feels right. I wanted to feel all of you, Jessie. I can’t explain what’s happening. I just know what I know. My gut never lies. Tell me, do you want me to use something? Or does it feel right having us like this? My cum dripping out of you. Knowing all the ‘what if’s’ just feel like they have a happy ending with us?”
When she reaches around and grabs a hold of her ass cheeks and pulls them apart, I have the answer to my question. She rests her chest on the back of the sofa as I pound into her, taking her hard and fast again.
Her pleas and whimpers end with another round of her begging for her orgasm, and this time I make her wait, force her to hold back, screaming, until I relent as my own orgasm builds and spray her insides with another round of my cum. Then, when I’m done, I walk us to my bedroom and lay her gently on the bed.
I lay down next to her, running a hand up and down, touching every inch of her while her wide blue eyes watch, and her blonde hair looks like a wild halo around her head.
I kiss her neck and listen to her sigh.
“I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life,” I whisper into her neck.
“You are so smooth aren’t you?” She giggles as my hand rests on her tit, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Not so much,” I reply. “Never have been before. You bring something out in me, Jessie. Something I never had before.”
“I shouldn’t believe you, but I do.”
“Yes, you should. I’m a lot of things, baby. I’m an imperfect man, but one thing I’m not is a liar. Never have been, never will be.”
“I believe you,” she answers, and I hear the truth in her words, making my heart skip in my chest. Her hand glides down my chest until it encircles my erection. “Show me how to make you feel good.” She looks at me with innocence in her eyes and I nearly cum right there.
“God, baby. You’re trying to kill me. You do make me feel good. So good I can barely breathe.”
“No, I want to know. I want to be sure I’m doing it right for you. So, please, show me how to touch you. I want to make you feel good in every way I can.”
I scoop her up on an excited giggle and walk us to the bathroom and turn on the water.
Inside, I wait for the water to get to the right temperature, then pull her in with me, grabbing the soap and putting it into her hands.
“Get them good and slippery.”
I turn her, so she’s in the warm water, standing in front of her, holding her cheeks in my hands.
She does as I say, then sets the soap back and reaches down, working the slickness all over me.
I turn us and push her back against the wall.
“Like this.” I put one of my hands over hers and show her how to stroke me. Showing her where to place her fingers, how much pressure, how to move her palm over the tip every few strokes.
Her other hand drops to caress my balls, and I’m close to the edge within a minute.
I take her mouth and bring my hands to move over her body as she jerks me off. My muscles tighten in my back and down my thighs as she moves her hand faster and harder.
“God, baby. So fucking good. You make me feel so fucking good.” As she strokes me, I push my thigh between her legs. “Rub on me, baby.” I grit into her ear as I reach around and run a hand down her back, slipping a finger into the crack of her ass.
I move my other hand to the back of her neck and cover her mouth with mine. Our bodies move together as I suck her tongue into my mouth.
Grinding her pussy hard on my slick leg as her hand makes love to my erection, I feel like a fucking king. Her king.
I move my finger lower, feeling her back entrance and listening to her breathing stall.
“It’s okay. Breathe, I want all of you. I won’t harm you. Just relax.”
She never stops her hand on my cock when I gently and slowly push my middle finger into her ass.
I swallow her screams into our kiss as I pump through the tight ring and feel her soft pleas fall into our kiss.
We shoot off together, shaking and clutching at each other under the water. I cum so hard I have to concentrate to hold us both up in the slippery soap and water.
Pulling back, I look down and know I’ll never let her go. In this moment, there’s something I realize. Fucking her without protection isn’t just a coincidence. I did it with a purpose. I need her to grow with me. I want to see her body full with us, and that’s something I’ve never imagined before.
I’ll do anything and everything to make this work. As crazy as it is. As crazy as knowing in the first twenty-four hours that someone you met is the one for you.
I look down to see the question in her eyes and wet strands of hair cling to her cheeks and cascade down her chest. She looks so beautiful and used like that I can’t even begin to tell her how much she means to me.
“That was amazing, my Blossom. You did great. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before. And…” She gi
ves me a shy smile, her true innocence shining through. “There’s so much more I want to do with you.”
We end up back in the bed. I want to be on top of her, looking down, so I put her hips at the edge of the mattress and fuck her standing up, holding her legs wide.
When she loses her voice, and I’ve spent myself again, I finally relent and wrap her in one of my navy-blue fleece robes, before setting her up at the kitchen table to work.
“As much as I’d like to fuck you another eight to ten hours, I will never get in the way of your work baby. It’s my job to bring out the best in you. And your job is to be the best for me. For us.” I lean down and kiss her neck looking at the purple marks I’ve left there.
“I’ll do my best.” Her smile lights up my soul.
“I know you will baby. I know you will.”
She looks down at her laptop screen, and I reluctantly step away. My dick is still hard, so I sequester myself in my home gym and try to do my best to burn off the never-ending lust this angel has brought into my life.
Seems some things can be turned off for so long. I honestly hadn’t thought much about wanting a woman in this way for longer than I can remember. And now that I have what I have with Jessie, there will never be a day that will pass that I can imagine not touching her — loving her.
Seems love is something that once it’s wrapped itself around your heart the thought of it going away is unfathomable. It’s like she’s been in my heart my whole life, sleeping, waiting for me to wake and thinking of a day without her again simply won’t be possible.
I’ve lost too many people in my life. I think it’s set me up for exactly this moment. I will never take her for granted. I will never let her go.
I will never lose her because it would mean I would lose myself in the process.
Chapter 9
Torin
“I’ll just be another hour, baby. I left you coffee in the pot, decaf, and there’s pastry on the counter.” I speak low into my phone as people move around my desk.
I look down and see the hint of red lipstick smeared on the cuff of my shirt from last night. In my sleepless stupor this morning, I’d not even bothered to grab a clean shirt.
