She looked even more furious and I barked out a laugh.
“I’m fucking with you, babe. All right, so you’re bi or whatever, I don’t care. Ain’t never competed against pussy before, but whatever, it don’t change nothing because no matter what you like—man, woman, motherfucking goat if that’s your thing—what we have is real. And real wins every time.”
“This isn’t a competition, Sketch!” she yelled even louder, her wet hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She turned from me and started to walk away. Not sure where she thought she was fucking going, since we were in the middle of nowhere, but what-the-fuck-ever.
“Of course it’s a fucking competition!” I yelled after her, getting tired of her bullshit.
She swung back to face me. Couldn’t see her features in the darkness but I could easily imagine them. “And what’s the prize, Sketch? One night? Two? How many times before you screw me over and leave me? I can’t let you do that, don’t you get it? Every day away from this town I’ve spent building myself up, and I can’t have you come into my world and destroy everything just because you liked the challenge.”
I dragged a hand through my hair. “You wanna know how many times? How many nights? How long I fuckin’ need with you?”
“Yes!” she screamed. Screamed so hard her voice broke and came out strangled.
“I can’t tell you that, Nancy!” I roared back. This shit was hard enough as it was. I couldn’t put it into words how much I wanted her. Or how I’d felt a connection to her from the first time I saw her. Or how I felt that everything that had happened up until that point had been fucking fate or some shit and we were always meant to meet and be together.
“Then I can’t be with you,” she bit out. “I can’t break up with Tammy for a cheap screw-around with you. My heart can’t do it. I can’t take that kind of hurt—that risk of you breaking me.”
“There’s nothing cheap about this thing between us.” I growled in frustration when she didn’t reply. “I can’t tell you that I won’t hurt you, babe—I’m sure I fuckin’ will because I’m an asshole—but I can promise you that I will always make it better. I’ll always want you—us. I’ll always crave your touch and the look on your face when you come. I’ll always need you and want you, like you’re my fucking life source. And I swear to any fucking god or monster listening that if I fuck this up between us then I personally give you my motherfuckin’ blessing to cut my balls off!”
She blinked at me in surprise and I felt open, naked to her. I hated it. Hated that I felt fucking vulnerable and open to attack. Hated spilling all this bullshit inside of me to her. Letting the words flow out into the world and not be able to take them back. Hated that it made me feel weak and exposed.
“Might as well just pull out my gun and blow my fucking brains out right now because I’m nothin’ without you, Nance. I hate it, but it’s the truth. I can’t give you a number, because I don’t know how long forever will be.”
She stared at me openmouthed, tears brimming in her eyes as my words lay stripped naked between us. And then she was running toward me. She leapt into my arms, long legs wrapping around my waist as she clamped her body to me and her lips found mine. She kissed me—fuck, did she kiss me. Her hands were in my hair, pulling on it and making my chest rumble with pleasure. My hands found her ass and I gripped it, rolling my hips against hers until my rapidly hardening cock thickened beneath her again and I was rocking against her core.
She clung to me, her hot center pressed against me as she rolled her hips back and forth and panted against my mouth. Hottest piece of ass I’d ever had. No fucking doubt. And now she was mine, all fucking mine. Fuck Tammy, and fuck any man or woman who tried to take her from me.
Nancy was mine now.
Claimed.
Owned.
Body and heart.
Soul and mind.
“Need to be in you, babe,” I said, pulling out of the kiss.
She nodded and dropped down to the ground. We rid ourselves of pants and underwear again and then she climbed back up my body like a fucking spider monkey. I held her by the waist and then lowered her back down onto me, filling her up slowly, face to face, nose to nose, watching her eyes widen as she sunk down on me.
“Oh God,” she moaned as I bottomed out.
I gave her a wonky grin and sucked in my bottom lip. “Yeah, babe.”
She closed her eyes as I rolled my hips. Fuck me, she was tight; her pussy clamped around me like a fucking vise. Her thighs gripped me tighter as she moved with me, meeting every one of my slow rolls with a hard thrust.
I needed to come like I’d never needed to come before. Like I hadn’t barely two minutes ago. Thought my balls might explode if I didn’t. Every woman I’d ever fucked vanished from existence as we moved together in perfect synchrony. Every other person either of us had ever been with disappeared like smoke. It was just her and me now. Forever.
“Sketch,” she murmured my name, her pussy pulsing around me and god fucking dammit when she said my name I saw fucking stars or some shit. “Oh God, Sketch!”
I nodded and then I let go, fucking her quickly as she exploded around me again, her body trembling and shaking as she clung to me. She pressed her body to mine as I continued to slam into her until my balls were tightening and I was coming inside her again. She gripped me tighter as I moved my hips back and forth, her body squeezing every drop from me.
She looked into my face and I pressed a hard kiss to her mouth, my tongue diving in and then running along her fat bottom lip.
“You feel me now?” I asked.
“I feel you, Sketch.” She kissed me back and I held her tighter. “I feel you.”
