Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

F uck… I can feel the heat of her pussy through her panties, her wet fucking panties. Currently resting against my crotch. I lean closer, pressing myself against her heat. I've been holding back, avoiding being ph ysical with Montana. I didn't want to rush her. I don't want to be too forward. I can't risk scaring her away. She's starting to settle into a routine here, and I won't do anything that will impact that.

Which is why I pull back, just a little, and break the kiss. "Are you sure about this?" I ask her. "I'm serious, Tanna. We really don't need to rush."

Montana's eyes flick down to where our bodies meet, where my cock is pressed up against her lace-covered pussy. "I'm sure. But if you're not, we can wait."

"Me? This has nothing to do with me being sure, babe. I've wanted this since I was sixteen," I tell her before slamming my lips back down on hers. I groan into her mouth. Everything about her is intoxicating. I want more. I want it all. "Fuck, I need you," I growl between kisses.

Montana responds with a moan. Her head dips back and her chest arches upwards. Her breasts begging me for attention. My hands land under her ass. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

With a few long strides, I walk through the house. I had every intention of taking her upstairs to the bedroom. I want to lay Montana out on the bed, take my time worshiping her the way she deserves to be worshiped. But those plans go out the window when she tightens her legs around me and begins grinding. I swallow her moans, take a left turn, and walk into a living room. This house has a few of them. Why one person needs so many sofas, I have no idea, but I think I just found the perfect use for them.

Fucking Montana in every part of this house.

I spread her out on one of the cushions, my body covering hers. "Tell me what you want?" I rise onto my knees, my fingers hooking into the side of her panties as I pull the material down her legs.

"You," she says.

"Tell me exactly what you want, Tanna. How do you want me? What part of me do you want?" I smirk down at her flushed face.

"You know what I want, Luke."

"I want to hear you say it, Tanna. Tell me," I urge her again, my hands working the buttons on the baby-blue blouse she's wearing, before spreading it wide to reveal her perfect fucking tits wrapped up in a pretty white lace bra.

"I want you inside me. Don't make me wait any longer, please," she says, her voice quiet as her hips rise slightly .

"What part of me do you want inside you, Tanna? You want my fingers?" I ask, and she shakes her head. "My tongue maybe?" She appears to consider this one, and then her head moves from side to side. "My cock?" I lift a curious brow.

She smiles and nods. "Yes, that. I want that."

Unclasping the clip on the front of her bra, my hands then move the material away from her breasts before cupping each one. I stare at them as I massage the flesh around in my palms. "Fuck, these are perfect." I lean down, placing a kiss on top of each. "I can't wait to fuck them," I tell her.

"Luke…" Montana moans.

"Yeah, babe?" I smile while kissing my way up her neck.

"I need you, please."

"You have me."

"I need you to fuck me, Luke. This is torture. Don't make me wait. I've waited so long already."

I sit up slightly and push my shorts down my legs before freeing my cock. My palm wraps around it, stroking a few times. And just as I line the tip up with her entrance, I stop. "Fuck."

"What's wrong?" Montana asks, looking between our bodies .

"I need to get a condom." I move to push off the sofa.

"Or you don't and you can just pull out? Please, Luke, I can't wait." Her legs tighten around my waist, holding me in place.

"You sure?" I've never gone bareback before. I would never risk having a mini-me show up on my doorstep. But right now, that consequence doesn't send me into a panic. Not with Montana.

"I'm sure. I mean, only if you are. I'm clean. I swear."

"I'm not worried about that," I tell her as I slowly sink inside her. My eyes stay connected with Montana's as I fill her up.

She inhales deeply before letting out her breath. "It's…"

"I know," I say while cupping her face with my hand. I was in a frenzied rush to fuck her before. But now that I've entered her, all I want to do is take my time. I want to savor every moment of being inside her. The feeling that's consuming me right now is foreign, something I've never experienced before. "I love you, Tanna." I pull my cock out slowly, then push back in again.

"I love you," she says. "It's always been you."

I cover her lips with mine, and as my tongue explores her mouth, I make love to her. I try to convey with my movements just how much I feel for her. I don't think it's enough; it'll never be enough.

Her pussy starts to spasm around me and her nails dig into the skin on my back. I continue to slowly fuck her through her orgasm, swallowing her moans. When I feel her body relax, I sit up, pull my cock out of her, and wrap my fist around it. Two pumps and I'm spilling my seed onto her stomach.

"Fucking hell, I think you really were made just for me, Tanna."

"I think we were made for each other," she says.

"I think you're right."

I ordered pizza while Montana was in the shower, the tacos finding a new home in the trash can. It's wasteful, but I'm not feeding her cold or reheated shit. I lay the three boxes out on the table and then get two beers out of the fridge.

Montana walks into the dining room, her wet hair hanging over one shoulder. "You really are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I tell her. " Come eat. I got your top three." I point at the pizzas.

"What happened to the tacos?"

"They went cold." I shrug.

"I could have reheated them. You didn't need to order all this pizza," she says. "It's a lot."

"But I knew you'd like a slice of each: pepperoni, bacon pesto, and pesto mozzarella. They're still your favs, right?" I ask her. I watch as she looks down at the open boxes.

"I'm not allowed to eat pizza."

My brows draw together. "What do you mean you're not allowed to eat pizza?" I move the boxes around and Montana backs away from the table almost like she's afraid the food is literally going to jump up and attack her.

She shakes her head. "I'm not allowed," she repeats, but it's as if she's talking to herself more than me.

"Tanna, it's okay." I stop in front of her and she finally looks up at me. Her eyes glazed over.

"I can't eat pizza."

"Yes, you can. If you want to eat pizza, you can eat it," I tell her.

"No, I'm not allowed. I'll get in trouble. He'll…" She stops herself .

My hands fist at my sides. That asshole didn't let her eat fucking pizza. Fuck me.

"Tanna, he's not here. He's never going to hurt you again. I promise. You make your own rules now, remember? It's up to you. Everything is up to you to decide for yourself. If you don't want the pizza, I'll get you something else. But you do need to eat."

She looks at me for a long moment, neither of us saying a word as she processes whatever the fuck is going on in her head. "I can eat the pizza?" She says it more as a question.

I nod my head silently.

"I'm sorry. I just… I don't know how to stop it," she admits.

"Stop what?"

"His voice, in my head. It's always there, reminding me of the rules." She sighs. "The only time it's quiet, the only time he's not there, is when you're touching me."

I reach out and take hold of her hand. "Like this?"

Montana nods and I smile back at her.

"Well, it just so happens that I fucking love touching you, so get used to me being glued to you, babe." I smirk. "Now, do you want to eat pizza? Or do you want something else? "

She appears to debate her decision for a minute before nodding again. "I want to eat the pizza."

I guide Montana back over to the table. "Can you eat one-handed? Because I'm not letting go," I tell her as I take my seat with her hand still firmly in mine. If my touch helps ground her, then I'll be sure to never let go. It's not like it's a hardship.