Maybe Don't Wanna

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Couldn’t wait to plow through her tiny entrance and seat itself inside of her—so that she would never forget what it felt like to have me there.

  The other part of me was worried. I wasn’t a small man.

  In fact, I wasn’t an average or even a little more than average sized man.

  I was large, and there was no other way around it. Which happened to be why I’d looked at her condoms earlier and laughed.

  I had to buy magnums—and not one of those in that first bag had been something that would fit me—at least not all the way.

  Then I finally did what I’d been wanting to do since I’d met her—I tasted her sweet pussy.

  I took a swipe, from the top of her perineum to her clit, and her flavor burst on my tongue.

  I moaned, then took another swipe, this time stopping at her clit to circle it.

  My other hand made its move, too.

  One second it was just resting at her entrance, and the next I was inserting my middle finger deep inside of her.

  Her body bowed, but I was ready for it and held her down so she didn’t interrupt my feast.

  Which made her groan.

  I curled my finger upward, scraping the top of her channel with my middle finger, feeling that squishy pad react.

  Feeling her reaction and loving the way her leg tightened around my head, I did it again. And again. And again.

  Until all of a sudden, she wasn’t just tightening her leg around me, but she was strangling me.

  I laughed against her clit as she started to come.

  Her pussy clenched around my finger and pulsed while her clit hardened.

  I dropped my mouth to her entrance to catch some of the juices that were running free and laughed when she went absolutely limp on the bed.

  “You’ve laughed more against my vagina than you have since I’ve known you,” she gasped between gulps of air.

  I sat up, dislodging her leg, and went for the bags.

  After a quick search of the other bags, I found that there wasn’t a single box of a larger sized condom.

  Instead of worrying about it too much, I found a random box and tore it open.

  It wasn’t one of the flashy boxes, and honestly, I wasn’t really caring at this point anyway.

  Instead, I just grabbed a tiny foil packet, sat up on my knees and shoved my underwear down.

  Moments later I had the condom open and was smoothing it down over my shaft.

  Ignoring how the condom dug a tad bit uncomfortably into my skin, I positioned myself at her entrance.

  Her eyes widened—most likely due to seeing my size—but she didn’t say a word. She only waited, eyes on me, and widened her legs.

  I started to press forward, my cock filling her in slow, steady increments.

  My eyes closed when I felt the tightness surrounding me, and I prayed to the good Lord above—that’s likely blasphemy in some way—that I would make it long enough to make it good for her.

  But she was just so…fucking…tight.

  I gritted my teeth and moved forward so that my fists were in the bed next to her ribs.

  Moving slow was on the verge of breaking me, but I wasn’t going to take her hard.

  Not when I could tell that she was inexperienced.

  Her pussy had a death grip on my cock, and then she squeezed her muscles around me.

  I looked down and saw only half of my cock inside of her.

  My eyes went up and met hers.

  Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her mouth had fallen open.

  Her chest was rising rapidly, and I couldn’t help it.

  I had to kiss her.

  So I did.

  Her tongue touched mine hesitantly, and I rolled over so all of my weight was resting on my forearm and placed my hand along her jaw, telling her without words to open her mouth wider.

  She did, and I swept my tongue inside, causing her to inhale sharply.

  She stole the oxygen from my lungs, but it wouldn’t be the only thing she stole from me that night.

  I pushed in a little farther and held her face to my mouth.

  Then thrust in the rest of the way.

  Pleasure and pain tore through me.

  Pleasure because my dick was finally surrounded by her.

  Pain because not only did she bite down on my lip as I pushed in, but she also dug every single one of her nails into my neck and back.

  I felt blood trickle down my face and into my beard and tasted it on my tongue.

  I was sure that she tasted it, too.

  But neither one of us seemed to mind.

  She continued to kiss me, and I continued to stay still, allowing her to adjust to my size.

  Her nails slowly let up, one by one, and that was when I knew she was ready for me to move.

  Which I did.

  Because if I didn’t, I might very well die.

  My balls were drawn up tight, and I felt those familiar tingles running down my spine.

  My balls slapped against her body as I thrust forward, and she mewled into my mouth.

  I pulled away only far enough so that I could slip the hand that’d been holding her face down between us. I circled her clit with my thumb and watched her face.

  She wasn’t close.

  Not even a little bit.

  Her eyes were too coherent, and she was biting her lip, almost as if I was hurting her.

  I frowned, studying her closer, but she flushed brightly and reached for me once again.

  I went, kissing her once again, but in the back of my mind, I was questioning if I’d done anything wrong.

  At least, I had been until she suddenly pushed me away from her and got up on her knees.

  Then, she surprised the hell out of me by rolling over onto her belly and spreading her legs wide, giving me an unencumbered view of her pussy.

  I bit my lip and shuffled up the bed between her thighs, then placed my cock back at her entrance.

  My cock and the condom were covered in her juices, and just the smallest hint of blood.

  I opened my mouth to say something, but then she once again surprised me by placing her hand between her legs and sinking three fingers inside of herself.

  My mouth fell open as I watched her move her fingers.

  The sound of her juices were almost obscenely loud in the room, and I had to grit my teeth and fist my cock tightly to keep from coming.

  Watching her get herself off would forever be branded into my brain.

  “Parker, please,” she begged, moving her hips.

  My hand found its way to her hip, and I lined my cock up with her entrance.

  She went to move her fingers, but I didn’t wait for her to pull them out before I was back inside of her.

  We both groaned at the sudden tightness surrounding us, and she gasped.

  “Oh, fuck,” I growled.

  Oh, fuck was right.

  I held myself still and reached around her hip, finding her clit with my index finger.

  Then I started to circle it, hoping that she’d come quick.

  I didn’t have much in me, and I knew that if I started to move even a little, I’d forget that I was supposed to wait on her.

  But then she started to move those fingers of hers, rubbing them up along my shaft, and I lost it.

  I lost my ability to do much of anything but fuck her with mindless abandon.

  I started to come in two strokes, but somehow, I managed to continue circling her clit.

  She pulsed around me and stiffened.

  That was about the time I felt the condom I’d squeezed on break, and my release splashing inside of her.

  Neither one of us were in the position to stop, though.

  It was literally impossible to do.

  She knew it. I knew it.

  And hell, the neighbor below us probably knew it, too.

  Especially when I bellowed so loud that Carmen started
to bark.

  My balls were drawn up tight, and my thrusts were wild as I fucked my orgasm out.

  Pairing that with the tightness of her own orgasm, I was a goner.

  At some point, she’d pulled her fingers out, and we’d both collapsed onto the bed.

  She was panting on her side, while I was mostly on top of her.

  I felt my cock shrink inside of her, and then I felt my release on my balls.

  When I pulled out, it was only to see the condom shredded, and my come pouring out of her.

  “I…” I started to say, but she only rolled her eyes.

  “I should’ve known those wouldn’t fit you. Janie told me, but I wouldn’t listen. You’re huge. Why wouldn’t your penis be, too?”

  I didn’t know what to say to that.

  “I’m on the pill.”

  I blinked, then felt my cock harden slightly after what we’d just done.

  The fact that she trusted me, and wasn’t freaking out, had certain parts of my anatomy reacting. Like my broken heart, and my obviously unsatisfied cock.

  “In that case,” I said as I tore the remainder of the condom off my dick. “Maybe we should try this again.”

  An hour later, I carried her into my shower and washed her clean.

  With her back against the wall, I used the bar of soap and ran it up and down her legs.

  She watched me do it, and never once protested me cleaning her.

  When she tried to reciprocate, I allowed it, even though I usually wouldn’t allow such an intimacy.

  But everything with Kayla was different.

  She wasn’t just a woman.

  She was slowly becoming my woman, and I found that I was very possessive of her. I also liked her touch.

  Today probably shouldn’t have happened. But, since it did, I wasn’t turning back.

  There would be no going back for either one of us, actually.

  She was mine, just as surely as I was hers.

  She just didn’t know how deep she was in it, yet.

  I wouldn’t be enlightening her of her peril, either. I wanted her well and truly entwined with me—I wanted to make her mine.

  She stood up from washing my legs and started to rub the bar of soap into my chest.

  And the words just poured out, even though I’d never uttered them to another human being in my life.

  “You want to go to a memorial service with me this weekend?”

  Chapter 17

  Somebody called me pretty today. Actually, they called me ‘pretty fucking awful,’ but I’m only focusing on the positive.

  -Text from Kayla to Parker

  Kayla

  I didn’t really know what he meant by memorial service, but honestly, I’d do anything with Parker.

  Anything.

  He could ask me to jump off a cliff and promise that he’d catch me—even though it wasn’t physically possible—and I’d do it. He could tell me that the speed of light was slow, and I’d believe him. He could ask me to do anything, and I’d go out of my way to make that happen.

  So, when he’d asked if I wanted to go to a memorial service, I hadn’t even hesitated.

  I didn’t know what it was for or where it was, and I didn’t care.

  We’d been driving for hours, and when I say hours, I meant eight of them. We’d left at three o’clock in the morning and had driven until nine before we’d stopped for a break. Then we’d gotten back on the road and had been there for two more hours before the first sign had appeared.

  Now, we were in Florida, of all places.

  “Florida?” I asked.

  I’d been watching the signs pass by, and my guess was that we were either going to Florida or Georgia, and now my question was answered.

  “You know,” he sounded kind of happy. “I was thinking that you’d ask where we were going a long time ago.”

  I shrugged. “I honestly didn’t care. It’s not like I have anyone waiting for me back there.”

  I looked over my shoulder when Carmen stood up and smiled.

  “One day,” I told her. “I’m going to pet you.”

  Carmen, who didn’t have her muzzle on, stared back at me.

  She didn’t drop her mouth open and allow her tongue to roll out. She didn’t do much of anything but stare.

  But I suppose that was progress seeing as in the beginning, she hadn’t even allowed me to get close to her without her growling.

  She’d been sitting behind me the entire car ride and hadn’t so much as complained one bit.

  I also wasn’t scared of her anymore. I knew she wouldn’t hurt me. Other people, however…yeah, that wasn’t a given.

  She didn’t like other people at all, and honestly, she reminded me of her master in that way.

  Neither one of them spoke to strangers, and they were always wary of them.

  When we’d stopped for diesel for Parker’s truck, he’d gone in with me to get food and hadn’t so much as said a kind word to anyone.

  Whereas everyone else was throwing out ‘Merry Christmas’ and ‘Happy Holidays’ like it was confetti.

  Carmen had gone to the patch of grass just to the right of the pumps, and when a woman and her dog got closer, a smile on her face, Parker growled. Growled.

  “Stay away,” he ordered.

  When Carmen was out with Parker, she wore a service dog vest, as well as a muzzle.

  It was a digital camo blue and had a bunch of patches on it. One patch said: It’s a felony to interfere with a service dog. Another said: Retired US NAVY. The other was a NAVY emblem. The last said: Do Not Touch.

  People saw those patches and usually stayed well away.

  All but this stupid woman, who thought it was okay to touch the dog, despite seeing all the patches on the dog’s vest.

  “I’m sorry, but don’t touch her,” I said, stepping in front of Carmen to block the woman and her dog.

  Carmen was still about four feet behind me, but I could see the intent in the woman’s eyes.

  “Why?” she asked, somewhat rudely. “It’s just a dog.”

  “It’s not just a dog. She’s a retired military K-9. She’s also got PTSD and doesn’t like being touched by people she doesn’t know. So please, keep your distance.”

  “Then your dog shouldn’t be in public,” she countered.

  “Maybe you and your terrible manners shouldn’t be in public,” I suggested.

  The woman opened her mouth, but just as she was about to say something, Carmen started to growl low in her throat.

  That was because her stupid dog was creeping up to me, his ears low.

  It wasn’t a mean looking dog, per se. It was an Alaskan Malamute, but I could tell that her dog had sensed the change in her master.

  Well, so had Carmen.

  And Carmen didn’t like the look of the dog any more than I did.

  “Can you please keep your dog away from mine?” I asked.

  The woman gave a half-hearted tug on the lead but didn’t do much more than that.

  I took a step back and felt fur on my hand.

  Carmen was now a few inches from me and wasn’t protesting me touching her. I felt like letting out a whoop but chose not to do that, or the woman would surely think that I was being a bitch and that I was crazy.

  I was also tempted to push her dog away with my foot, because I could see this situation deteriorating quickly.

  At least, it could have deteriorated.

  Parker, however, must’ve seen what was going on from the store because he was just suddenly beside me.

  Big. Intimidating.

  And mine.

  “Back. Off,” he snapped.

  The words weren’t loud. Not really.

  But they were pissed off and full of aggressiveness that would’ve literally made me run.

  This woman, though? She obviously was lacking common sense.

  “I just wanted to pet the dog! What’s
so wrong with that? And, if the dog can’t be petted, she needs to be locked away—or better yet, put to sleep!”

  “So, if I took your dog right now, tortured her, and she somehow survived, would you want to put her to sleep or would you want to help her?”

  The woman made a sound in her throat.

  “If you touch my dog, I’ll kill you.”

  Parker laughed darkly. “If you touch my dog, I will not be responsible. She has a vest that says she’s a service dog. It’s also a felony to interfere with a service dog. Do you know what a felony is, ma’am?”

  The woman didn’t reply, and Carmen nudged my hand with her nose.

  I looked down at her, and shit you not, she nudged her head toward Parker’s truck.

  Smiling at her greatness, I backed away until Parker’s truck was at my back, and Carmen seemed to relax.

  Parker seemed to as well.

  Especially since we’d gathered a crowd since it’d all started.

  A family of five was staring at us from their minivan while an elderly couple was standing in front of their RV, arms crossed.

  Then there was a man standing beside his car, leaning against it casually.

  I frowned and stared at him.

  He was staring at the entire situation with amusement on his face.

  I narrowed my eyes at him, but his eyes were too focused on Parker and the woman to be aware of my aggravated look.

  I opened the back door for Carmen, but she didn’t so much as twitch.

  That was when I saw her muscles quivering as if she was ready to react at any second to any preconceived threat.

  Whether it was to protect me or Parker, I didn’t know.

  But I’d take either at this point.

  Especially when the man that had been leaning against the car started walking over toward Parker.

  I watched him as did Carmen, and when he was nearly to the sidewalk that separated the grass from the concrete, Carmen left me for Parker.

  She turned so that her butt was to the woman and the dog, making sure that Parker’s back was protected. It was all so practiced as if they’d done it a thousand times before.

  And it made me curious.

  Had they done it a thousand times before?

  Surely they had, otherwise she wouldn’t have known how to do that.

  The man who’d started over paused, staring at Carmen.

  Parker looked over his shoulder, spotted the man, and positioned himself better so that both woman and man were in his sight.