by Anthology
But I didn’t spend years waiting for this moment to just slide a couple fingers into that sweet pussy of hers. Fuck no. I had other intentions racing through my mind.
I slipped my fingers from her body and wiped a trailed of her own sweet honey along her stomach. Again, my right hand took the lead and I was back on the discovery path. She wasn’t wearing bra again and my hand eased over her breast. She was the perfect match to the palm of my hand, just like I remembered her. I felt her hard nipple sliding against my palm.
Steph dug her nails into my neck and broke the kiss to let out another groan. “Fuck, Taz. What are we doing?”
“Sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you. I can’t hold back.”
“Yes,” she purred at me. “Yes, Taz. That’s what I really wanted. You to find me. Save me. And then fuck me.”
“Then it looks like I’m going right in order,” I said.
I brought my left hand up and hurried to tear that long t-shirt off her body. I didn’t even bother to watch where I threw it. Instead, my eyes were stuck on the beautiful body before me. The way Steph’s still damp hair rested against her shoulders and down her chest a little. The look of her perfect tits, her rosy pink nipples, hard, calling for attention from me. The way her body curved, her stomach rising and falling with her heavy breathing, my eyes scanning all the way down to her black laced panties.
My hands settled just above the line of her panties and I pulled. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around. Her tits pressed against my chest, her mouth level with mine. Her hair bounced, releasing more of whatever shampoo she used.
This woman was killing me.
We kissed again and I turned, taking her out of the bathroom. There was one track and that was out and around to the bedroom.
I put Steph on the bed, still kissing her. Now her hands went wild, tearing at my shirt, wanting it off. She scratched as my back as she pulled it off. Before the shirt could hit the floor her hands were grabbing at my pants. Opening the button, unzipping, her hands fighting to get down there and find my cock. When she did that, she pushed her tits together.
“You look fucking delicious,” I said.
I put my mouth down to her tits. I kissed hard and fast, my tongue sloppy as I circled around her nipples, one at a time, and then flicked at them, making her shiver and buck her hips at me. She had a firm grip on the top of my jeans.
I pulled away from the bed to drop my jeans and boxers, letting my thick cock stand tall.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Yes, Taz. Right now.”
Steph kicked back on the bed and opened her legs. I grabbed at the sides of her panties and pulled, stripping her down to nothing. Her pussy glistened with her wetness, her body telling me she was ready for me again. I grabbed my cock with one hand and moved at the bed.
Her hands touched my defined chest one more time and then around to my back. Her nails took hold before I even had the chance to lower my body down. Put when I did, I felt the head of my cock press against her slit. I put my mouth just below her tits and slowly kissed all the way to her neck. Then to her ear.
I nibbled at her. “I never forgot you, sweetheart.”
“Have me again,” she whispered.
My mouth kissed to her mouth.
That’s when I sank inside her, all the way to hilt.
Steph’s back arched, her nails scratching to my sides and then away, grabbing for the sheets on the bed.
I held there, my nose touching her nose.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I said.
I pulled back and thrust at her again.
I was then fucking her. Unable to control all the urges, the feelings, the needs. I flattened my hands to the bed and hovered over her, watching her tits dancing to the motion of my body. My hands then wanted her ass. I lowered my body down to hers and slipped my hands around to her ass. I took hold and gripped tight. I kissed her neck and kissed to her mouth. We started to kiss like we did in the bathroom. Fierce. Lust filled. Even with a hint of romance. Maybe.
The second that word hit me, I needed to change something.
I ripped my body away from Steph’s. I was on my knees on the bed. My cock was long, thick, throbbing, soaked with her wetness. She was still holding the sheets, her legs open, her sweet pussy quivering, wanting more.
I turned Steph to her side and went at her again. Towering over her, I thrust my cock back inside her. My left hand held her hip as my right hand slithered up her body and held her breast. I pounded at her, fucking her like tomorrow was never going to come. She groaned, cried out, screamed my name over and over. I leaned over and down, kissing her. The angle was different, but it felt so fucking good. Her pussy sheathed tight. My cock explored every inch of her body. I felt her wetness, her heat, the way she clenched at me, wanting me to come.
I felt myself wanting to come. So I put Steph on her back again. On my knees, still fucking at her. I slid my hand down between her legs and used my thumb to find her clit. All it took was one little twist of my thumb and Steph lost it. Her ass pushed high up in the air as she started to shake. I used my other hand to reach around to the small of her back. I held her right there as I thrust at her, feeling her come all over me. Second after second, her body pulsing against my cock, making it damn harder to hold back from coming.
When I felt myself right there, ready to unleash, I needed to kiss her again. I needed to taste her.
My mouth latched to her right breast for a few seconds before traveling up and kissing her. Our tongues met, I thrust my cock deep inside her sweet core again, and that was all I could handle.
I started to come, spilling inside her, my cock throbbing as though I hadn’t came since the last time we were together all those years ago.
Thrusting, grunting with each pulse of my body, when I finished I held inside her and kept kissing her.
As fast as it started, it was then over. We were back to kissing again. But this time it was different. It was slow. Her hands touching my face. Our hearts racing.
Fuck… I couldn’t help myself. She was my girl. Now she was my woman. I couldn’t let her go again.
Chapter 12
STEPH
My head rested to his chest. He was holding me right there in his bed. It all seemed like an impossible dream. His big and strong arms were protecting me. I was naked against his naked body. The room was warm and smelled like our bodies.
“I have to know everything,” Taz said.
“He’s a bad person, Taz. Stay away.”
“No, sweetheart, that’s not how this works. He hit you.”
“Yes, he did.”
“I don’t stand for that. I’m going to help you out of this mess, Steph.”
“I put myself there. I let him…”
“No,” Taz said. He touched my chin and made me look at him. “No, sweetheart. There’s nothing you could ever do that would justify a man hitting you. Ever.”
I took a breath and gave Taz the two minute rundown of mine and Jon’s relationship. I fell for the idea of him spoiling me over actually falling for him. And when I found out that he was dealing drugs, I became somewhat of a target. Well, no, I was a target.
“So you had a fight that night?” Taz asked me.
“Yeah,” I said. “He was high or something, I don’t know. He was angry about something. Someone watching him. Then he set his eyes on me. They were such evil eyes. When he made his move at me, I tried to run. I should have stayed there. Maybe he wouldn’t have hit me.”
“You tried to protect yourself, sweetheart,” Taz said. “There’s no shame in that.”
“Well, he got me. He threw me over a couch and then kept coming at me. I managed to get to my feet and he swung at me. Called me a bitch traitor. he gets paranoid when he gets high. The second he hit me, I lost it. I hid in a closet and waited for him to leave. That’s when I text you. When I knew you were coming, I packed up everything I could and here I am now.”
“I can’t believe all of this,” Taz said. “I mean, I
believe it. I see it. I just can’t believe this happened to you. I’m going to fix this, sweetheart. I’m going to keep you safe, like I should have done before.”
“Taz,” I whispered. I stared into his beautiful bad boy eyes. “I’m so tired. I feel like I haven’t slept in a long time. But I’m comfortable right now. I’m comfortable with you.”
“Good, Steph,” he said. “Good. Close your eyes. I’ll be here in the morning. We will talk then. I promise you, sweetheart, I’m going to take care of you.”
I shut my eyes.
I believed him.
I was back in the arms of the man who stole my innocence. The man who stole my heart. The only man I ever truly loved.
But how was he going to save me from being killed?
I opened my eyes and saw that Taz was in the same position as the night before. Slightly seated up, his head tilted to the side. Wearing no shirt, the covers just above his waist. He was built like a fucking man. A real fucking man. Just staring at him turned me on. I had no idea how late he stayed up, watching me sleep.
I couldn’t remember the last time I woke up and felt both rested and okay.
I bit my lip and slipped out of the bed.
I stood there naked for a few seconds as I slowly peeled a sheet off the bed. I wrapped it around my body and went to the kitchen of the apartment. There was a sense of calm inside me, even thought I knew nothing calm waited outside the apartment door. Chasing those thoughts away, I made a pot of coffee. There was nothing quite like standing there wearing nothing but a sheet from Taz’s bed, taking in the robust smell of fresh coffee.
“Now there’s a sight to see.”
I jumped and let out a scream.
I spun around, my mind lost somewhere between being naked and wanting to drink coffee.
Taz stood there in nothing but baggy sweatpants. I could see the thickness of his cock resting a little to the left of the pants.
“Good morning,” I said.
I tried not to make it all so obvious that I was checking him out. But damn…
“How’d you sleep?” Taz asked.
“I actually slept amazing,” I said. “Best in a long time. Thanks for that.”
“Don’t thank me, sweetheart. It was my pleasure.”
Taz grinned and winked as he opened a cabinet to get two coffee mugs.
I felt my body oozing with desire. Things had never cooled between us.
I watched when he reached into the cabinet the way muscle flexed at his sides. He was built of nothing but hard muscle. The bad boy I fell in love with… the one who would defend anyone he cared for. The one who loved to fight, sneak drinks, and get into trouble. He was a man now. All man.
“Why’d you really leave?” I blurted out.
Taz put the mugs on the counter as the coffeemaker continued to spit.
Gripping the edge of the counter, Taz looked at me. He looked pissed off. “You want to start there? You’re the one in trouble with some guy dealing drugs.”
“You crushed me.”
“You crushed me the same, sweetheart,” Taz said.
“How?”
“You didn’t trust me enough. You know that. You were too damn young to get it.”
“To get what? To runaway? To have my father chase us down? Put you in jail?”
“And maybe I was giving you a chance to understand what your father wanted,” Taz growled. “So you could see what it was like without me in the picture. Because I was the one wearing it. I was the easy blame for everyone, right? I couldn’t stay in that town. Getting tossed around by everyone, you know? That’s not me, Steph. And there wasn’t a day…”
Taz stopped. He looked down.
I touched his round, hard shoulder. “What? Please, Taz, don’t hold back.”
Taz turned and came at me. His body collided to mine. Turning, my back hit the edge of the counter and Taz lifted me, sitting me on it. I was then eye level with him. I clutched the sheet tight, my body underneath was on fire.
There was a lust filled rage in his eyes.
“There wasn’t a fucking day that went by that I didn’t hate myself for my decision, sweetheart. I always loved you. You know that. I never moved on. I never came close to settling with another person. Nobody comes to my place out on the coast. I just travel, tattoo, and mask away everything that I fucking feel.”
There was silence.
The coffeemaker growled as it finished up.
I reached with one hand and stroked the scruff on Taz’s face. “You still love me?”
“You know I do,” he said. “I would die for you, Steph. I would kill for you. And whoever hurt you will never do it again. I’m going to fix that.”
My other hand, the one holding the bed sheet to my body, released its grip. The sheet slowly slid down my shoulders, exposing my breasts. It fell to the counter and I sat on it, fully nude in front of Taz. I leaned back a little but still touched his face with my hand.
“I’ve always loved you,” I whispered. “All I’ve ever done is try to replace you. I can’t do that, Taz. I can’t replace you.”
“So this is what we’re doing?” he asked. “You realize that I’m only here for a little bit and then I’m gone. I’m not settling in at St. Skin. This apartment will be cleaned and rented again soon enough.”
I nodded. “I know.”
He came forward, pressing his lips just above my breasts. I sighed in relief, my inner thighs instantly shivering for him.
“I’m going to end up crushing you again,” he said, his hot breath moving down my left breast to my nipple.
“It’s worth it,” I groaned.
That’s when his mouth closed over my breast. He sucked, the tip of his tongue darted left to right, making my nipple super hard. He pulled away with a wet kissing sound and devoured my other breast.
I grabbed at the back of his head, moaning with enjoyment. Only Taz knew how to take care of me like this. Making circles around my nipple. Using his teeth just enough to bring me to a gasp, but not bring me to pain.
And then he was gone.
His lips and tongue trailing a line down my belly.
I leaned back even more on the counter, balancing on my elbows as I was the tattooed hunk nestle between my legs. His hands at my inner thighs, keeping me spread wide open. Kissing down my soft mound right to the hood of my clit. His tongue flicked at me, just once, and he looked at me.
Those bad boy eyes still had the same effect on me.
Then he spoke. “Breakfast.”
That’s all it was. One fucking word.
I quivered and let out a whimper as he started to devour me. I felt his wild tongue slicing up and down, opening my folds. He pressed against my body, teasing me as his tongue penetrated me before he came up and curled his tongue against my clit. That’s where he stayed, slowly turning his head, taking me. His lips suckling against my lips, my warm and wet skin was his for the taking.
I put my head back, looking up at the kitchen light.
I brought my right leg up to the counter and lifted my ass up. I needed to rock at him, thrust against his tongue and touch. I needed to come. He unlocked a secret door of pleasure that nobody could ever come close to. Only Taz had the key. And that key was the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as Taz moved faster.
I didn’t know how he did it, but I could feel his tongue bottom to top, against my clit, inside me, all at the same time. He had the fastest and most thorough tongue ever. I ended up with my palms flat against the counter. My hands and arms were shaking from trying to balance.
Taz licked up my center with his eyes looking at me. Then he kept going. His lips settled to my mound and he pulled away with another wet popping kiss.
“Taz…”
I was almost breathless.
My orgasm on the brink, ready to unleash.
“That was for me,” he said. Then he grabbed the front of his pants and shoved them down. His huge cock popped free and he took hold
of it. “Now this is for you, sweetheart.”
I gasped as he came at me.
His left hand grabbed at the small of my back while he lined himself up and thrust at my body. He was between my legs and then inside me. The instant pressure and soaring pleasure made me cry out his name.
His mouth attached to my neck like he was a vampire ready to feast upon me. I threw my arms around his body and clawed at his back. His hands held at my back, keeping me at the edge of the counter as he fucked me. Standing, pumping his muscular body at me, sliding that cock of his in and out, in and out, fucking in and fucking out…
I started to come within a minute.
I wrapped my legs around his body, squeezing, trying to get him to slow down. I wanted to tell him to slow down but I couldn’t. All that came out were these squeal type noise as he cock pounded harder and deeper into me. Fucking me through my orgasm, never giving my body a chance to settle.
He was rough but I liked it.
Because as he kissed my neck up to my ear, he whispered, “I fucking love your pussy, Steph. I love your body. There’s nothing like it in the world. I can’t get enough.”
Taz groaned and fucked at me even harder. I bit at his shoulder and stayed with him, feeling him take all of me. My body jumping to his thrusts. It was then like I was having an out of body experience. Taz fucking me the way I had been dreaming of for years. But his words ringing in my ears that he was going to crush me again.
I didn’t want that.
I didn’t want Taz to hurt me again.
I didn’t want to hurt him.
I wanted to love him. I wanted to fuck him.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Taz growled.
His lips sought mine. As we kissed, I tasted my own body. It turned me on even more.
He held me even tighter when he started to come, his beautiful cock filling me with his released. Grunting each time his cock pulsed. Leaving me breathless, on the verge of tears.
Why?
Because I couldn’t lose Taz… ever again.
