She smirked at him. "Let’s not pretend we want to get to know each other. I’m horny. You’re horny. Let’s just fuck."
Kyle didn’t know what to say for a moment, but he soon got over it. Relieved that he didn’t have to pretend this was any more than it was, he didn’t move as she reached over and undid the buckle on his belt. His cock stiffened straight away and bulged under his jeans. Smiling, she squeezed it through the fabric. Leaning his head back onto the headrest he let out a groan. God, that felt good.
Undoing the button she slid down his zipper and pulled his cock free from his pants, wrapping her hand around the shaft. Leaning forward, with her ass in the air, she flicked her tongue over the tip and down to his balls. Holding her head to his cock with his right hand, he reached round to her ass with his left. Pulling her panties down he slid his fingers into her dripping wet pussy, making her cry out with pleasure. Panting now and pushing herself back against his hand she took his balls in her mouth and sucked them. God he wanted to fuck her so bad!
Sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy faster and faster, he felt her start to buck against his hand.
"Oh, God, yes, fuck me!" she cried.
He couldn’t take much more of this, his cock was so hard now it felt like he was going to come at any minute. Taking his hand out of her, he fumbled in the center console for a condom. Finding one, he pushed her gently aside while he slipped it on. Straddling him, she lowered herself onto his cock. Feeling her wetness envelop him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Reaching for the straps of her top he yanked them down and let her tits spring free. They were perfectly round with large pink nipples that were now hard.
Grabbing her ass he lifted his hips from the seat and shoved his cock into her as far as it would go. "Oh, baby, yeah! Fuck me hard!" He didn’t need any further encouragement, and with that he started slamming his cock in and out of her wet pussy, feeling his balls slap against her ass. Grabbing her tits in her hands, she threw her head back. "I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!" she cried out, and he felt her pussy tighten around his cock as she came. Feeling her come on his cock tipped him over the edge and with a shout he thrust into her hard and came inside her.
Chapter Nine
A loud banging woke him. Groaning, he lifted his head and looked at the clock on his bedside table. Three a.m. He’d only been in bed a couple of hours and his head was reminding him just how much he’d had to drink. The banging started again, and he realized it was coming from his front door. Swinging his legs to the floor, he grabbed his shorts and slipped them on.
"I’m coming!" he shouted as the banging got louder. Opening the door, he had to react quickly to reach out and stop Tara from falling forwards onto the floor. Staggering back, he led her to the couch where he laid her down. Her beautiful hair was now matted with dark blood and both her eyes were swollen almost shut. Kyle, in shock, felt gently around her head to see where the blood was coming from. Finding a laceration on her scalp, he gently parted her hair to have a closer look. Luckily it appeared that, while nasty, it was not life threatening.
"Tara? Tara, talk to me." She seemed barely conscious. He could see she was trying to speak but her lip was busted and covered in dried blood. Going to the kitchen he got a glass of water and, returning to her side, he knelt by the couch and gently lifted her head to help her take a sip. The water trickled down the side of her mouth as she drank greedily. "What happened?" He asked her gently, though he already knew the answer.
“I don’t know. I was asleep when he came home. He woke me up and wanted sex, but he couldn’t perform and he just went crazy. I thought he was going to kill me. I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.” Kyle clenched his jaw. He should have stopped him long before this. Luccio was going to kill someone one day. He’d seen him do it many times before, but for some reason this time, with this woman, it was different. This time it was all he could do to stop himself from finding him right now and beating him to death.
“You’re safe now,” he said. Getting a bowl of warm water and some cotton, he gently wiped the blood from her face. “Look at me.” She said softly. He’d been concentrating on trying to avoid looking into her eyes. His hand stilled and he looked at her.
“I’m sorry I’ve been so rude to you the last few days.” she whispered.
“I understand. You’re not paid to entertain me.” He wished he could take the words back as soon as he said them, as he saw her flinch. He watched as her faced hardened.
“No, you’re right I’m not. I’m sorry I disturbed you.” As she said it, she tried to raise herself off the couch.
Putting his hand on her shoulder, he gently pushed her back down. “God, I’m so sorry. That was an unforgiveable thing to say.” Then, suddenly unable to stop himself, he leaned toward her and gently kissed her mouth. He didn’t want to hurt her so he tried to pull away after a moment, but she put her hand on the back of his neck and brought his mouth back to hers. Her mouth opened under him and he felt her tongue flicker against his. With a low moan at the back of his throat he kissed her harder snaking his tongue into her mouth to explore its depths. Feeling himself harden he knew he had to stop before he couldn’t. This was not right. She had come to him beaten and bloodied and he was not going to take advantage of her.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” He said as he pulled away. Seeing the hurt look in her eyes, he quickly added, “It’s not because I don’t want to. I do, so much, but you’re hurt. You need to rest.”
“You’re right. I’m exhausted,” she said with a sigh.
“Look, you can’t go back in there tonight. Luccio will be passed out by now anyway, so why don’t you stay here on the couch?”
Tara nodded. It sounded like a good idea though she had no idea how she was going to sleep with Kyle in the next room. This was exactly what she didn’t want to happen, but she didn’t seem to have any control when it came to this man. As Kyle went to get her a pillow and blanket, she once again picked up the photo frame on the coffee table.
“That’s my wife.” Kyle had come back into the room as she held it in her hand.
“Where is she?” Something about the way he had said it made her ask this question gently.
“She’s dead.” It was said very matter of factly.
“What happened?” Kyle hesitated.
“I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”
“No, it’s okay.” He sat down on the couch next to her and picked up the frame. Tara noticed how his face softened when he looked at the photo. She’d obviously meant a lot to him. “She was car-jacked. She’d just come out of Walmart and he had just robbed the store next door.” Tara’s stomach clenched, knowing what was coming next but not wanting to hear it. “She would have given him the keys but he never gave her the chance. He shot her point blank in the head. She died instantly.” Her heart almost broke listening to him and seeing the devastation on his face. “She was on the way back from the OBGYN.”
‘She was pregnant?’ she said with a sharp intake of breath, shocked.
Kyle nodded. “Twenty weeks. Our first. A boy. They couldn’t save him.” Feeling his pain more intensely than she had felt anything in years, she reached for his hand. “I’m so very sorry. You never get over losing a child,” she said, reaching for his hand. “It will get better, I promise you.”
“Oh really?” he said, suddenly pulling his hand away from hers. “Is that what they teach you? To roll out platitudes and make the clients feel better about their lives. Well, I’m not a client and you don’t have to humor me.”
Stunned, Tara pulled back as if stung. She should have known better. This man was no different than all the rest. “No you’re right.” She stood up. “What could a whore possibly know about losing a child?”
Struggling to retain her composure, she turned and walked out the door, resisting the urge to slam it behind her. Damn him! The feelings he’d stirred in her were ones she had never felt before and now he’d turned out t
o be just another man. Confused and disappointed, she returned to the house where Luccio was still sleeping. Climbing into bed next to him, she laid awake as the room got lighter and lighter and she could hear the birds singing in the trees outside. This is what she knew. This she could deal with. She had had worse, a broken arm once, and it would end soon enough. Then she could go back to London and forget all about this man who was turning her world upside down.
Giving up on sleep she went to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, washing the blood from her hair, the water stinging her damaged scalp and cut lip. Toweling herself dry, she walked into the bedroom to find Luccio awake and sitting up on the bed, naked.
“Where did you disappear to last night? I woke up earlier and you weren’t here.”
“I just went for a walk to get some air,” she lied.
“Well come here.”
Knowing what was coming and trying not to show her revulsion, she walked towards him. He took his cock in his hand. “Suck it.” It was a command, not a request. Doing as she was told she knelt in front of him and took it in her mouth. With one hand behind her head, he pushed his cock into her mouth. Grabbing the hair at the back of her head, he held it firm while he fucked her mouth, pushing it deep into her throat.
“Get on your knees, bitch.” Climbing onto the bed, Tara got on her hands and knees. Slipping on a condom he got up behind her and grabbing her hair he pulled her head back. The pain from the cut on her scalp made her eyes water, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out. “Tell me what you want.”
She knew what he wanted to hear and obliged. “I want your cock inside me.”
“Beg me, bitch.”
“Please, please, give me your cock!” Holding her hair with one hand he held her hip with the other and slammed his cock into her. The force of it made her cry out and this seemed to excite him even more.
“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you, bitch!” He cried, pounding into her pussy. Releasing his hold on her hair he pulled out. “Roll over.” He ordered. Rolling her over onto her back he roughly pushed her legs apart. Kneeling between them he slapped her pussy with his cock. “You’re mine you dirty whore” he said before lowering himself on top of her. Pinning her hands above her head with one hand he slapped her hard across the face. Panting now, he took his cock in his hand and rammed it into her. Squeezing one of her tits as he fucked her he got faster and faster until finally she heard him cry out and he collapsed, resting his full weight on her. After a minute, his heavy breathing subsided and he rolled off her. Without a word he headed into the bathroom and she heard him get in the shower.
Chapter Ten
What was wrong with her? This is what she was paid to do. It’s what she’d been doing for years without question. Today, everything felt different, though. Something had changed. For the first time she felt guilt. She’d found herself thinking of Kyle while Luccio was fucking her. She’d been completely taken by surprise. He was the same as all the others, so why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?
These feelings did not figure in her long term plan anywhere. She was 27 now, and in about three years she would have enough stashed in her safety deposit box to buy her freedom and have enough left to start again. That was the way it worked. If you tried to leave before you’d bought your way out…well, let’s just say she couldn’t think of a single person who had tried and who had gone on to live happily ever after. After that she was going to set herself up in a little business somewhere where life was peaceful and no one wanted anything from her. A man did not figure in her plans at all. In fact, she’d promised herself that she would never let a man near her again once she was free. So why was she letting this guy get inside her head?
Not wanting to be around when Luccio got out of the shower, she put some clothes on and headed downstairs. Maybe breakfast followed by a swim in the pool would help her clear her head.
Chapter Eleven
Kyle had been trying to keep himself busy, working out twice a day, every day, but nothing had helped. Whenever he stopped, he saw her bruised and bloodied face in his mind. He’d seen her since, but wherever she had been, Luccio hadn’t been far away. He’d had to watch as Luccio pawed at her and it had nearly made him sick. He wanted, needed, to apologize. The way he had spoken to her that night had been unforgiveable. She’d only been trying to comfort him. The strong attraction he felt for her had scared him, and the only way he’d been able to deal with it had been to lash out. He was messed up, but the one thing he did know was that for the first time since Lori had been killed, he’d felt the ice block around his heart start to melt and it was all because of this woman. Today though he knew that Luccio had an important meeting in town and was leaving her home alone, and he was determined to find her and explain.
As soon as he heard the car leave, he made his way up to the house. He found her in the kitchen, standing at the counter with her back to him. Her long hair was tied up loosely in a side ponytail and he longed to go to her and put his arms round her and kiss the back of her neck. Her shoulders had stiffened as he had come into the room and she turned slowly and met his gaze. He looked into her eyes searchingly, but was met with emptiness.
“I’m so sorry” he started but before he could say anything else, they were interrupted by the sound of a car outside. Looking through the window, Kyle saw that Luccio had returned. Noticing his briefcase on the table, Kyle realized what he had come back for and was just about to take it out to him when Luccio walked into the kitchen.
“Ah, there it is.” He said, taking the briefcase. “Look, I don’t need you today. Why don’t you take Tara out and show her around?”
Kyle looked at Tara who just shrugged. “Fine with me, boss.” He was pleased. This would give him just the opportunity he needed to explain himself to her. “Where do you want to go?” he asked her as Luccio left for the second time.
“You’re the native, you show me,” she replied coolly.
“How about a trip to Venice Beach?” he suggested.
“Okay. That sounds nice. Let me get my things.”
Grabbing his own beach gear he waited at the front of the house for her to appear. She had changed into tiny cut-off cotton shorts that showed off her endless legs and a bikini top under a loose, see-through blouse. She looked amazing. He tried, and failed, not to stare at her legs as she got in the car. The effect this woman had on him was unbelievable.
Finding a quiet spot, they dumped their gear. Tara immediately stripped off her blouse and shorts and, at a run, headed straight for the sea. ‘Come on,” she called over her shoulder to him as she splashed into the spray. Not normally one for swimming in the ocean, her enthusiasm was infectious and he found himself following her. Trying to catch up to her, he lost his balance and fell headfirst under the water. Spluttering, he stood up to find her laughing uncontrollably next to him.
“What so funny?” he said, trying to spit saltwater out of his mouth.
“Nothing!” She said giggling. He felt himself start to smile and then they were both doubled over in fits of laughter. It felt good. Normal. And just what they needed to ease the tension. After splashing about for a while longer, they headed back to their stuff and lay down to dry off. They didn’t talk, but the silence was a companionable one.
He was dozing when she spoke. “I lost a child too.” She’d said it so softly he barely heard her. Kyle was stunned. Raising himself up on one elbow, he looked at her, not knowing what to say.
“You accused me of working you. I wasn’t. I was speaking from experience.” He could tell that it was hard for her to tell him this, to open herself up to him in this way. He knew that this woman deserved nothing short of complete honesty.
“I judged you and I’m sorry. Since Lori died, I’ve lurched from one disaster to another, from one bed to another, and didn’t want to admit to myself that you were different.” Reaching out, he gently stroked the side of her face. “I wasn’t expecting this. Wasn’t ready for it. I’v
e buried my feelings for so long that I don’t know how to deal with them anymore.” He saw a slight softening in her gaze and decided to keep going. “You’ve made me come alive for the first time in years and for that I should be thanking you, not abusing you. Please forgive me.”
“This is hard for me, too. I can’t explain it, but for the first time I feel that my life could be so much more than it is.” She said, her voice shaking. She felt the same way. He knew that now. With his heart racing he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.
She knew now that she couldn’t fight it. There was no future in it, of that she was sure, but right here, right now, she was going to choose to allow herself a bit of happiness. As he held her in his arms she felt her body respond in a way it never had to anyone before. Forgetting where she was everything faded into the background except his kiss. She was jolted back to reality by a volleyball landing on her lap and she quickly pulled away, laughing. “Sorry lady!” Shouted over a teenager, grinning widely as he came to get the ball. Tara felt the heat in her cheeks which got even more intense when she saw Kyle grinning at her. Learning towards her he whispered in her ear. “We’re going to pick up where we left off when we get home.”
Quickly gathering their things together and putting their clothes over their swimsuits they headed back to the car. The sexual tension in the air on the drive back was palpable and they barely made it to the kitchen before Kyle took her face in his hands and started to explore her mouth with his tongue. Needing more, he trailed kisses along her jaw and down to the hollow between her neck and her shoulder. Responding, she threw her head back and arched her back, pressing herself against him. He could feel her hips pressed hard against his and the firm roundness of her breasts against his chest. He brought his right hand up and cupped one of them now, teasing the nipple through the fabric of her shirt.
“Oh, Kyle!” She gasped and this just intensified the fire within him. Pulling away slightly, he unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it from the waistband of her shorts. Removing it from her shoulders, he met her eyes and there was no mistaking the lust in them. Undoing her bikini top, he dropped it to the floor and gazed at her nakedness. Cupping her ass with his hands he lifted her up and sat her on the counter. Leaning down, he gently flicked one of her nipples with his tongue. It immediately hardened and he took it gently in his mouth.
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