Chapter 10

10

Tristan

I t had taken a lot of fucking self-control in the truck at the drive-in last night not to pull Dolly onto my lap and fuck her until she screamed out over and over that she was mine.

And honestly, I’d been avoiding her since then, since I’d walked her to her bedroom door and kissed her soundly and thoroughly as I told myself repeatedly not to back her into that room, lay her on the bed, and strip her completely.

I stayed away because I didn’t trust myself where she was concerned. But I couldn’t avoid her forever, not even for long, and it had nothing to do with the fact we lived together, and I’d be seeing her shortly for dinner tonight.

I couldn’t stay away because it was Dolly . She turned me inside out. She made me want things I’d never wanted before. She made me look at life in a whole other way, in a way that showed me that I didn’t have to live my life shackled with loneliness.

I braced my hands on the tiles of my bathroom shower and let my head hang between my shoulders as the hot water sluiced down my back. My cock was hard, so fucking hard that it hurt. And it had been like this off and on since she moved in, and every time I’d seen her in town over the years, hell, whenever I’d fucking thought of her.

But since our kiss on the couch, since making out with her in the truck last night all slow and easy, all nice and thoroughly, my dick had been hard and uncomfortable.

I’d been keeping myself busy every hour of every day, trying to keep my mind off of the erotic, filthy things I wanted to do to her. I ached, my muscles and bones sore from the manual, tedious work I put myself through, hoping it would be enough to force myself to sleep at night instead of wanting to jerk off.

Of course I was never too tired for that when I had Dolly on my mind. And releasing in my hand helped marginally, but after the initial high of coming with images of her in my mind, it became an empty orgasm, and my need for her racketed even higher.

So here I was, cock in hand, stroking myself as I squeezed my eyes shut and pictured Dolly spread out on my black flannel sheets as I parted her thighs and looked at how wet she was for me.

I groaned, hoping it was low enough she couldn't hear from where she was in the kitchen.

I made quick work of getting myself off as I pulled my cock in and out of my palm, stroking my length from root to tip before twisting my wrist at the crown and gritting my teeth as the pain and pleasure of my imminent orgasm started at the base of my spine.

And then I came so fucking hard I saw stars, and it took everything in me not to bark out a rough roar at the pleasure that consumed me. I bit my tongue hard enough I tasted blood, my cum shooting out of the tip of my cock and splashing against the wet tile in thick ropes of white.

When the pleasure receded, I rested my head on the wall again and closed my eyes, breathing hard, my cock softening, yet the orgasm had been empty now that I had gotten off. I stayed there a few more moments before turning the water off, towel drying my body, and changing into a set of clothes.

Then I went out of the room and headed to the kitchen, smelling savory scents of dinner cooking, and when I rounded the corner, I saw Dolly taking off the apron, smoothing her hands down her thick, wintery floral dress, and I let my gaze devour her form, how her curves were abundant and wholly female. I shouldn't have been able to get hard again so soon after coming, but here I was, standing in the entryway of the kitchen, my shaft thickening, lengthening, my need right back there at the forefront and refusing to be ignored any more.

I found myself moving before I knew what I was doing, now standing right in front of her, my hands cupping her face, which held a startled expression. Her lips were parted on a silent gasp.

I was transfixed by her red pillowy mouth that had my cock jerking and my head lowering on its own until I was kissing her and sliding my hands down the sides of her neck and pulling her harder against me. She was so tiny compared to me, something I found such a turn-on. It made me want to protect her, to shield her from the world.

Pulling back was once again hard as fuck, but I forced myself to back away—stumbled from her really—and gave her a smile. She took in a stuttering breath and lifted a hand to touch her lips, her eyes wide as she stared at me.

For long minutes we didn’t speak, just stared at each other, and it seemed like forever that we stayed like that before she finally said, “I hope you’re hungry. I made a feast.”

I grinned and started chuckling, and after a second, her vision cleared, and she laughed softly in return.

I held her chair out for her and leaned down to kiss her tenderly—loving that she shivered for me—and took my seat right beside her. Because fuck sitting across from Dolly. I wanted to be right next to her, wanted to be able to reach over and take her hand in mine if I needed to.

I was head over heels for her, pussy-whipped, obsessed… whatever the hell someone wanted to call it, I was all of that and more for Dolly.

An hour later, I had a full belly from the incredible dinner Dolly had made, and we were both sitting outside on the porch swing watching the sun set. It was chilly as fuck out, but neither one of us complained, and in fact I had a feeling she needed this as much as I did, something to help clear both of our thoughts and tame down our raging libidos.

She held a glass of wine in her hand, I had a beer in mine, and as beautiful as the orange and yellows, pinks and reds were as they blended together across the sky, it wasn’t as breathtaking as the woman sitting beside me.

I looked over at her and saw the prettiest smile on her lips as she stared at the sky. She ran the tip of her finger over the stem of her wine glass, her fingers long and delicate, her nails painted this light pink shade that seemed to make her even more feminine.

I’m sure she felt my stare because I knew I was doing it pretty hardcore. She glanced over at me, her expression softening, her smile widening. “You’re doing it again,” she said softly.

I knew what she referred to but even still, I said, “Doing what again?” I finished off my beer and set the bottle on the deck beside my foot. I just wanted to hear her voice.

“Staring at me.” Her tone was a little breathless, and as she rested back against the swing fully, the slight motion causing it to move back and forth, I let my gaze roam over the soft, delicate features of her face.

There was a needy note in her voice, but I also picked up on the fact she was pleased, maybe even going so far as to say she was happy I stared at her.

“I am.” I didn’t bother hiding. And it was clear my blunt words startled her as her eyes widened slightly. “Does that bother you?” I leaned forward slightly, getting all up in her personal space, taking in the sweet scent of her.

“I do like that you’re always watching me.”

Her admitting that was like a fucking electrical charge to my cock. My dick was hard, my heart raced, and it was taking every ounce of self-control not to pull her in and kiss her until she was breathless.

“I really want to fucking kiss you.” I probably could have worded that better, gentler, but it was fully evident by now that when I was around Dolly I put my foot in my mouth more times than not and let my emotions and need for her take over completely.

“Then kiss me, Tristan.” She set down her wine glass and shifted on the swing so she was facing me, one of her legs bent on the seat, her hands in her lap.

I felt like a nervous teenager about to make a move for the first time. My muscles were tense, my pulse beating a static rhythm in my chest. It wasn’t something I could control or anticipate. And I fucking loved it.

And so I leaned in the rest of the way and started kissing her, tangling a hand in her hair to keep her close, feeling like there was nothing more important in the world than the woman sitting right beside me. I’d never felt anything truer or realer in my entire fucking life.

And the longer we kissed, the more my arousal built until it was like a living entity inside of me, until there was no stopping it, no trying to mask it. Her breathless little moans against my lips, her hands tangling in the hair at my nape, my cock throbbing, and pre-cum spilling from the tip. It brought me right back to when we’d done this on the couch, and it had taken all of my self-control to stop it then.

I knew I wouldn’t be successful in doing that again now. Because I don’t fucking want to even try to stop.

Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of me, her legs straddling either side of my thighs, her body so slight on top of mine. She felt good sitting on me, like this was right where she was supposed to be.

She leaned more fully into me, her breasts brushing against my chest, her cry of pleasure when I gently bit her bottom lip causing my hips to jackknife up on their own. I ground my hardness against her softness. I felt primal. Feral.

Fuck… I felt crazed for Dolly, like I’d lost my damn mind.

“I won’t be able to stop.” My words were muffled, grumbled against her lips. I didn’t even know if they made sense, or if I’d spoken them aloud.

When she tried to part, to break the kiss and suck in a frantic breath, I wound my hand tighter in her hair, bringing her forward once more, refusing to let go of her.

“No,” I groaned. “You're not going anywhere, Dolly.” I kissed her even harder, fucking her mouth with my lips and tongue. “The things I want to do to you, the way I want to make you feel. I’m barely hanging on, baby.” I felt her warm breath tease my lips.

“I want you,” she mewled and kissed me harder than she ever had, as if she were hanging on by a thread like I was.

I could have groaned, could have come right then and there at the sound of those words, at knowing if I slipped my hand between her thighs, she’d no doubt be soaked for me, dripping.

She leaned and whispered against my lips, “So how about we stop tiptoeing around each other and you fuck me, Tristan?”

I groaned and tightened my hold on her hair, an involuntary act because I was getting strung even tighter, worked up even more. I leaned in and rested my forehead against hers, both of us panting at this point because we were so turned on. “All I want to feel and taste is you .” I let my tongue slip from my mouth and ran it over the swell of her bottom lip. “And I’m afraid because of how fucking turned on I am that I’ll be too rough, baby.” I kept running my tongue along her lips and loved that she was gasping because of it. The filthy fucking images that slammed into my head would have made a priest douse me in holy water. “God,” I groaned. “The fucking things I want to do to you?—”

“Tell me, Tristan. Tell me what you want to do to me.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

I was going to fucking come right here in my jeans and all because of her words.

She was going to have me coming before I was even in her. And before the night was up, I’d sure as fuck be deep inside of Dolly. She was going to have me blow my load like a damn virginal teenager who didn’t know his dick from his ass. And after not being with a woman in fifteen damn years, I guess that was a pretty accurate description of my experience or lack thereof.

“You want to know what I want to do to you, Dolly?” She was breathing harder, my words arousing her. Good. I wanted her fucking soaking wet, drenching my jeans because she leaked through her little panties her cunt was so wet.

“Tell me,” she basically moaned. “I want to lick your entire body, starting with your mouth, trailing down your neck, over those gorgeous, full breasts, and finish my descent right between your thighs.” I stared into her eyes. “I’ll eat you out until you're writhing for me and grinding that sweet little pussy against my face.”

She let her head fall back on her neck slightly and moaned again, her eyes nearly closed from her pleasure. “Tell me more.”

“I want my face glistening because your pussy juices are covering it. I want to swallow every drop of your orgasm.”

She started to rock back and forth on me, her hands on my shoulders, her breathing coming in short pants. I kept thinking about how it would feel to be buried deep inside of her, nothing separating us as her pussy clenched around my cock, squeezing me until I came and filled her up.

“That’s it,” I said and gripped her waist, urging her motions, speeding them up. “Get off on me like this, just like before. I need to see you come.”

She kept rocking back and forth on me, and I felt beads of sweat dot my forehead as I strained to gather my control, to not shoot my load in my fucking jeans. Because when I did that I wanted to be buried in her pussy.

“Ohhh,” she moaned and closed her eyes as she rocked faster.

“That’s it,” I found myself saying. Holy fuck, this was the hottest fucking thing to watch. “Give it up to me, Dolly.” Back and forth. Harder, faster, pulling her down harder on my hips, which I thrusted up, grinding my obscenely hard cock against her pussy. I stared into her face, feeling so damn possessive of her. “I’ll only be the one that makes you feel this way. Say it,” I demanded, harsher than I'd intended.

I was breathing so damn hard. So. Hard.

And then she came for me, and it was so damn beautiful I groaned, swearing I was about to bust a nut right now. Dolly dug her nails into my shoulders, giving in to me, giving me what I wanted. Watching her orgasm was almost as good as finding my own release.

When her body finally relaxed as her orgasm waned, I kissed her, drawing out her ecstasy for as long as I could. “Look at me, baby,” I murmured against her mouth as she opened her eyes, her expression seeming dazed, which fuck, made me territorial because I’d put that look in her eyes, on her face. I slammed my mouth on hers, kissing her until she moaned for me. I stroked my tongue along hers, plunged it into her mouth, and made a guttural sound when she sucked on it.

After long moments, I pulled back and stared into her fully dilated eyes. “You're mine, you understand that, get that fully, Dolly?”

She licked her lips all nice and slowly, all sensually. “Yeah,” she breathed.

I lifted my hand and ran my finger over her bottom lip, pulling the flesh slightly down and letting it go so it snapped back into place. I pushed my thumb between her lips, and Dolly sucked on the pad instantly, obscenely, like it was a cock… my cock.

“How ready are you for me, baby?”

“So ready,” she said instantly.

I wasn’t going to deny either of us any longer. I was done fighting it, trying to be the gentleman. I was never one of those. I was always the bad boy, and until this moment I hadn’t realized how much I wanted to be bad with Dolly.

I curled my bigger body around hers and felt her breasts press right to my chest, her nipples hard. I slipped my hands over her waist to curl my fingers around the full mounds of her ass, squeezing her lush flesh, pulling the cheeks apart slightly, her dress only giving slightly. I wanted her naked and to do this, to stare at the tight hole centered right between them. It was cold out, but shit, I was starting to sweat.

“Take me inside.” She pulled back more, and I could see how clear her eyes were, how red her cheeks were. “Take me to your room.”

I was standing with her in my arms seconds later and wasted no fucking time in striding back inside, shutting and locking the door up for the night and taking her to the one place we both desperately needed to be.

The way she was in my arms had her pussy right over my straining cock, and I’d never hated a pair of fucking jeans more than I did right now. And every time I took a step, she was jostled slightly, her pussy moving up and down my length.

I made it to my room in seconds flat and had her in the center of my bed. Thank fuck. I forced myself to retreat a step back—not to gather my control because that was long fucking gone—but to look my fill of the woman that was mine. Only mine. She braced her elbows on the mattress and lifted her upper body off the bed to look at me.

“Take the dress and tights off.”

She didn’t even hesitate as she got undressed nice and slowly for me, and when she was only in her bra and panties, all that creamy skin glowing in the light of the setting sun that spilled through the window, I could see goosebumps form on her arms and legs. I knew without her having to tell me that it had nothing to do with the cold in the air and everything to do with her desire.

I opened my mouth to tell her to get rid of the undergarments, but I didn’t have to because she went for them next, sliding the panties down her long, toned thighs, unclasping the bra, and letting it slip off her shoulders. And when she was naked for me of course I felt raging, hardcore desire, but I felt something deeper, more profound.

I felt lust and emotion and so many sensations that I knew I could never let this woman leave my life.

“Lie back for me, Dolly. Let me see all of you.”

She licked her lips and slowly leaned back, and once she was back on the bed, I just stared at her for long seconds, appreciating her very female form, my cock throbbing behind my zipper.

“Spread your legs.” My voice was barely audible, sounding hardly human.

I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling the zipper down and reaching into the fly, pulling my cock out. I heard her gasp when I started stroking myself from root to tip, jerking off in front of her as I watched her part her thighs and show me her glistening, pink pussy.

“Oh… fuck. Fuck… that’s it. So hot, perfect… mine.” She kept her thighs nice and wide, and I found myself reaching out for the light switch on the wall and turning it on, a yellow glow filling the room. “I have to see exactly how pretty you are down there .” I took a step closer, my gaze on her cunt. Her outer lips were parted so I could see how wet she was, glistening for me, her thighs shiny from her desire. Her inner lips, that feminine slit between her legs, was so pink, her clit swollen. Damn, I could practically see that little nub throb in time with her pulse that beat frantically at the base of her throat.

“You’re staring at me… there for a long time. D-Do you like what you see?” She sounded unsure, as if she actually thought any part of her would be unattractive to me.

So I wasn’t about to tell her with words. No, I was going to show her with my body.

I was on top of her a second later and used my thighs between hers to push her legs apart even more. I sank against her and felt her slick folds press to my cock, ripping a harsh growl from me. I couldn't stop myself from rocking back and forth, working myself between her legs without penetrating her.

Fuck, she felt soft and wet. Perfect.

I closed my eyes and groaned as I pressed my mouth to her neck, licking, giving her love bites as I sucked her flesh, knowing I’d leave a mark, a purple bruise that would claim her visually as mine. I ground the root of my shaft against her clit, and she moaned.

“So good, Tristan.”

I pulled back and looked into her face, seeing her eyes closed, her lips parted.

“I n-need… I, God, I need… I don’t know what I need.”

I groaned and dragged my tongue along the side of her throat. “I know what to give you, don’t worry, baby.” I moved down the length of her body, her eyes widening as she watched me. And when my face was right by her pretty pink cunt, I placed my hands on her inner thighs and kept her open for me as I stared at her face, willing her without words to watch me .

I closed my eyes, unable to stop myself from doing the act, and inhaled deeply. I was drunk off the scent of her, so sweet and musky. I opened my eyes and said gruffly, “I know what you need.” I kept my gaze locked on hers as I dragged my tongue through her cleft. I slid a hand up to her belly and flattened my palm on the smooth flatness, keeping her in place there and where the other one was pressed to her inner thigh.

Her flavor exploded along my tongue as I lapped at her, licking her cream, growling as I swallowed. I wanted to keep her still but couldn’t stop myself from removing my hands from her leg and stomach and placing my fingers between her thighs to pull her pussy lips apart as I backed an inch away to watch her explode for me.

“Tristan,” she moaned and thrust her chest out, and I snapped. I became a beast then.

I slammed my mouth on her folds and opened my mouth wider, taking as much of her into me as I could. Over and over I licked and sucked, knowing I’d never get enough, that I was addicted to her scent and flavor, her very taste. I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs forever.

I started thrusting my hips against the mattress, dry humping the bed to help alleviate the pressure in my cock and balls. I rolled my hips, dragging my shaft against the sheets, the rough abrasion turning me on even more.

I groaned and growled, knowing the vibrations would get to her, set her off, push her over the edge. So I made those sounds again and again right on her clit, sucking that bead into my mouth and hearing her cry out as she came for me.

I let her ride out the orgasm, her hands now in my hair as she pulled at the strands painfully, making my pleasure rise even more. As I sucked her clit, I slipped a finger into her clenching pussy hole, feeling her inner muscles suck at the digit, imagining what it would feel like around my cock.

Only when she sagged against the bed did I give her pussy one more long lick before pulling away and standing to shed the rest of my clothes. I was back on top of her in a heartbeat, used my legs once more to spread hers, and reached between us to grab my cock so I could place the tip at her pussy hole. And as I stared into her eyes and heard her breath hitch, I knew I’d love this woman for the rest of my life.

I took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, making her taste herself on my tongue. She dug her nails into the skin on my shoulders, pulling me closer as if she couldn’t bear for us to part. Didn’t she know I’d never let her go?

I pressed my hips farther into hers, my cock head sliding right between her pussy lips and an inch into her tight hole. I groaned deep in my throat and leaned back, bracing my hands on either side of her waist as I stared down at where we were connected.

Oh fuck. Her pussy was all pink and wet and stretched around my thick cock head.

“You’re big,” she gasped out when I pushed another inch into her. “So big, Tristan.”

I clenched my teeth, unable to say words as sweat beaded my brow as I kept watching myself sink into her cunt. We both made these wounded kind of sounds, ones that were erotic and loud and neither one of us able to control.

When I was fully inside of her, my sack pressed tight to her ass, a small gasp leaving her, I lifted my gaze to her face and felt my arms shake from the strain of keeping myself still so she could get used to me.

“God,” she moaned and clenched her hands on my skin once more before letting her fingers trail down my biceps and over my forearms until she could grip my wrists. “You’re so thick I can feel you everywhere.”

I pulled out a little, and she bit her lip, arching her chest, her nipples tightening further. “I’m so stretched it borders on pain.”

I stilled, about to ask her if she wanted me to stop, but when she shook her head, I didn’t speak.

“No. Keep going. Don't stop this. I like that pain. It makes this feel so much better.”

I closed my eyes and pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in. She was so fucking tight, her pussy walls fluttering around my cock, her muscles clenching tightly when I buried myself into her.

We were as close as two people could be, but even still, I wanted us to be fused together forever.

“I love these tattoos,” she whispered when I started a slow and easy thrust and retreated into her. Back and forth. Over and over again. “They turn me on.” Her fingers skated over the ink that lined my arms, ones I'd gotten when I was younger and fighting in back alleys and underground rings, tattoos that were a roadmap to a life I’d once lived. I didn’t regret them. They were who I was, what I once was. And I was proud of overcoming all kinds of obstacles. So the fact that Dolly liked them had my chest swelling in pleasure.

I kissed her again as I tried to pace myself when all I wanted to do was pound the fuck out of her. I felt how wet she was for me, the sloppy, juicy sounds of her pussy sucking and accepting my cock so damn hot that I felt my balls draw up in preparation to come so hard I’d see stars.

I pushed in deep and saw the display of pleasure moving across her face, so I did it just like that over and over again. But before long, my control slipped, and the pleasure took over. Nothing else mattered but getting us both to that peak.

“ Jesus Christ ,” I cursed and was pounding away, my hips swinging like a pendulum, sweat covering my entire body. She held on tightly, the headboard cracking back and forth against the wall, and Dolly’s frantic breathing filling my head.

She was close, too. I could smell it in the sweetened air, feel it in the way her pussy clamped hard on my dick over and over again, and hear it in her breathy moans.

“I’m not going to last,” I said through clenched teeth.

“ Ohhh ,” she moaned. “Oh God I-I’m… I’m coming.” She tipped her head back, her neck arched, her eyes closed as she moaned loud and long and gave me that orgasm.

And my fucking self-control snapped.

I could have tried to hold off on coming, but I wanted to go over the edge with her. I really started fucking her then, pistoning my cock into her pussy, making her take it rough and hard. And her yells for more, for it to be harder fueled me on until I felt like a brutal fucking animal with her.

Just when I felt myself spill over, I barked out, “Look at me.”

She was gasping like a fish out of water as she pried her eyes open, and our gazes locked. And that’s all the extra push I needed to get off harder than I ever had in my fucking life.

The pleasure consumed me, took over until I was its slave, until I slammed my dick into her welcoming, tight heat and stilled, hoping my cockhead was nudged right at the entrance of her womb so I’d shoot my load and fill her up right where I needed to, right where she’d be marked deeply and irrevocably because of me.

I was aware of the guttural sound leaving me, knew she could feel how much cum I shot into her body. Hell, it felt thick and hot, and there was so much as my orgasm kept going on and on.

Only when I was able to see again and felt my muscles start to relax did I open my eyes and look at where we were connected. I slowly pulled out, watching as my cum immediately slipped from her slightly gaping pussy hole now that my thick cock wasn’t lodged deep in her. Holy fucking shit was that hot.

I had my hand between her thighs before I knew what I was doing and gathered my seed that was sliding down the crease of her leg and pushed it back into her pussy. I felt her shiver and slowly trailed my gaze up her body so I could stare into her face. “My cum belongs in you.”

Her mouth made the sexiest little “o.”

I moved to lie beside her and immediately pulled her against me, chest to chest, my face buried in her hair, her little hands pressed right over my heart.

Possessiveness and a feeling of being complete filled me, and I closed my eyes and just breathed in and out.

“You are mine,” I murmured against her hair, and although she didn’t say anything, she did snuggle against me deeper and let out a contented sight.

“Yes,” she said on a sigh. “I am yours.”