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Chapter 17

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

RUST

What am I doing? What have I done?

After saying goodbye to Brad, I waited at the end of the hall like a goddamn predator. I couldn't stop thinking about my woman, my Mary, her curvy ass, and the sass in her voice when she charged to my defense. I meant to knock on her door, but she's left it unlocked. I push it open, knowing it's wrong, knowing I should stop.

Then I see her on the bed, a blanket messy around her legs, the sheets wrinkled, and her face all flushed, as I remember. I close the door behind me and turn the lock. She stares up like she thinks she's in a dream.

"What are you doing?" she whispers.

"That's not the question," I growl. "The question is… what were you doing?"

She sits up and shakes her head. Her Kindle is facedown on the bed at a strange angle, like she threw it before she… My stiffness gets even firmer. My hunger is even hotter. "Nuh-nothing," she stutters.

I kneel beside the bed, knowing it's wrong, yet doing it anyway. It's like she smells even more tempting this time. "I can smell your wet, hot pussy," I growl.

She bites her lip. A shiver moves through her. Oh, damn, that just-Mary shiver. It brings me back to that night. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Leaning forward, I trail my hand up her leg, alive to her every twitch, her every moan. I'm a bad man, but I don't care right now. All that exists is her body blazing through her jeans.

"Don't lie to me," I growl, gripping her juicy thigh hard enough to let her know who's in charge, to let her know she never has to feel guilty about this. "I'm taking advantage of you, Mary."

She whimpers in that telltale way, wriggling on the sheets, like she doesn't know what to do with all that lust.

"We can't," she whispers.

"I know." I lean forward. "But it's me, not you, baby. I'm taking you. Owning you. Doing whatever the fuck I want with your perfect body."

When I kiss her, she feels like she's ready to orgasm. The pleasure bursts up through her body. She kisses me with so much hunger, desperately in the hottest way, like she's been waiting for this as much as I have.

"Why's your button undone?" I ask with a smirk, slipping my hand down her pants. Oh, fuck . "And why are you wet?"

She looks sexily up at me. "You know why."

I press my finger against her button, getting the desired result, her cheeks flooding with redness. She moans like she's already on the edge. "Tell me. Say it."

"I was touching myself," she moans.

"And what were you thinking about?" A pause. "Say it," I demand, rubbing her clit faster, feeling how close she is.

"Us," she whimpers. "That night."

"Be specific. You're making me so hard."

"Yeah?"

"When you talk like this, fuck, it gets me hard."

She trembles on the end of my finger, looking up at me with wide, excited eyes. My tip pushes against my pants, precome leaking out of me.

"I was remembering your big, hard dick in me and bouncing against you. Feeling owned by you. Duh-duh…"

"Dominated," I snarl, slipping my finger slowly into her no-longer-virgin pussy. She's already so wet for me. How the fuck am I supposed to resist her? How? Ever? "You need me to take control. It's not you doing this, Mary. It's me. It's me taking any damn thing I want from you. Now, I need to feel you creaming on my hand like the obedient thing you are."

"Oh, fuh…"

She bites down when I start finger fucking her tight hole, slipping in and out, letting her feel all the pleasure she was building up before I walked in here. She's close to peaking, her body talking to me, quivering around my finger.

"That's it," I say sternly. "Come for me. You know it's wrong. I know it's wrong, but you'll do it anyway. Cream all over my hand."

She bites down as her body trembles so sexily that I almost snap and tear off her pants, but not before I feel her orgasm around my finger. She gasps when she finally falls over the edge, staring up at me with an almost guilty look on her face. I keep my eyes on her, then let out a savage moan.

"Show me your tits. Now."

"Rust—"

"Now," I command. I have to focus on this, just us, nothing else. Or the thoughts and the guilt will stack up too high, and I can't think about that now—just my woman.

She takes off her hoodie, then her top and bra, showing her big, bouncy tits. I palm her sweet pussy some more, gathering her wetness, then rub it all over her tits. "Fuck, the way they shine for me…" I rub her pussy again, smoothing my other hand over her plump breasts until every inch is glistening.

"Is that good?" she asks.

"It's better than good. You're fucking perfect. I need you again. So badly. Fuck. Show me your pussy."

She sits up, gesturing to my groin. She does it nervously like it takes a lot of effort. My dick feels like it's going to straight-up explode with the tension.

"What about you, huh?" she murmurs. "Don't you want me to…"

I reach down and smooth my hand over her cheek, then glide my thumb over her bottom lip. "You can't even say it. You're too damn innocent for me."

"I'm not ," she snaps, reaching for my belt. "I'll show you."

She sassily takes my hard rod from my pants. It springs free, precome clinging to the tip, so hard it's almost pointing straight up, like a goddamn rocket ready to explode. She takes me in her hand and starts stroking me.

"Is slower or faster better?" she asks.

"Any damn way feels perfect with you," I tell her.

"And I suck it, yeah?"

"Open your mouth. Stroke my tip with your tongue. Keep moving your hand."

"I like it when you tell me what to do," she whispers, bringing her pretty mouth closer to the tip of my raging dick.

I almost erupt when she opens her mouth, her hand moving faster up and down my length as she takes me between her lips. She moans as she strokes me, looking up like she wants to see the effect she's having on me—the power she has over me. Nobody has ever owned me like this.

She sucks faster, stroking, her palm so hot, her mouth burning, wet. Her eyes keep getting cutely wider when I make moaning noises. I can't stop. Fuck .

"You're mine," I tell her, reaching down and taking hold of her head in the gentlest way possible. "I own you, Mary. Every fucking inch."

"Oh my…" She stops herself, stroking my dick. "I love when you say that. What do you want?"

"What I want is too savage for you," I snarl.

She shakes her head stubbornly. Seed rushes up my hardness and pushes against my end, ready to explode. "You're wrong."

"Don't do that, Mary. Don't tell me I can do any damn thing I want with your perfect eighteen-year-old mouth. You hear that? Eighteen . You know nothing compared to me. You're a?—"

"I'm a woman who wants to suck her man's dick," she snaps, wanking me faster. Damn, she looks so powerful and so in control right now. Her tits dance for me as she strokes harder. "So shut up and tell me how you want it."

I smirk. "How am I supposed to shut up and…"

But I can't talk, not when she takes my dick in her mouth again. My princess sucks me like she's trying to prove a point, putting everything into it, making it difficult to stand up straight, not to fall, my vision blurring with lust.

I grab her head harder this time.

"You want the savage?" I growl. "You want the Rust nobody else will ever see? You want me , Mary?"

With my dick still in her mouth, she nods.

"Then rub your big juicy tits while I fuck your mouth."

She moves her head away and gasps. "Fu-fuck my mouth?" she whispers.

"Your mouth feels so wet and warm, just like your virgin slit did. If you can't take it, you better say. Because when I start drilling your perfect goddamn throat, I won't be able to stop. I'm asking a lot of you. You're only?—"

"I don't care about my age," she hisses, reaching down. Oh, fuck, she's rubbing her tits, pushing them together, playing with her nipples. "Do it then, Rust. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my eighteen-year-old mouth."

My dick has never been harder. She looks so smug , in the cutest way, knowing she has control over me.

"Who's in charge now, huh?" she says, with a head tilt that makes me want to marry her.

I gently hold her head, then bring my swollen end to her lips. "Open your mouth. Keep it open wide. Let me feel that tongue."

She nods as I glide my dick across her tongue, feeling the back of her throat. I can only fit in less than half of my dick, but that's enough. I don't want to hurt her. Just dominate her. Just own her. Just show her who she belongs to.

She keeps rubbing her tits as I slip in, then out. When she makes gagging noises, I stop, pull out, and let her take a breath. Her eyes are getting red and watery as she looks up at me, the flush spreading to her tits.

"Enough?" I ask. "I know it's a lot."

"I can take it," she murmurs.

"I'll give you a break soon. Let your tight pussy take my dick instead."

"No, you won't." Suddenly, she grabs my hips, pulling me toward her. "I'm going to make you come like this. Be as savage as you want, okay? Be as sinful as you want."

She looks drunk, but I know she's not. I've been with her and Brad for hours and haven't seen her drink once. It's us, each other. I feel drunk, too.

"I should be the mature one here," I say, moving my hand through her hair. "I shouldn't let you do this to prove a point."

"But you've got it all turned around." She moans, kissing the tip of my dick. "You're not in control anymore."

She opens her mouth and strokes her tongue along me, and then starts moving her head up and down, making gagging noises on my dick as she rubs her spit and my precome all over my length. Her tits are bouncing as I lose myself, pumping into her deeper, knowing I can't stop.

Oh, fuck, yes, so hot, so warm, so mine …

I erupt into her mouth. She makes choking noises. Then, oh, fuck, her neck starts to shift as she swallows my load. I keep coming, like my body has been waiting for this moment and is giving everything it has. I'm drilling her mouth obsessively, just like I hammered her pussy. Finally, she pulls away from me, wiping her mouth, a glint of victory in her eyes.

"You owned me," I tell her, my dick wilting but not for long. I can already feel a tickle of pleasure, a need for her rising.

"Before we do anything else," she whispers. "I need to tell you something, and I just need to say it. Okay? Just blurt it out because otherwise, I won't. So… right… just listen…"

I sit on the bed, feeling much too natural being naked around her. It's not like the first time. It's like we're getting more and more used to the guilt, to living with the demons, which makes it all so much worse.

When I take her hand, she holds onto me like she thinks I will start running any second.

"I'm pregnant," she says.

I laugh, and then I'm grinning from ear to ear. Finally, after all these years, I have a purpose beyond fighting, beyond the cage. My family. My future. I cheer and pull her into my arms. She's laughing as I spin her around the room. I'm smiling wider than I ever have in my life. I feel bright and different. It's like a soul is burning in my chest for the first time ever.

"A baby," I say, putting her down.

She's crying, staring up at me, both of us partially naked. "You're happy? "

"Yes," I say, laughing, feeling high on her, on life.

"But what about?—"

A knock at the door startles us both. Then, Brad's voice, and I wonder if Vanessa was right all those times she'd prayed over and over, clasping her beads and shuddering as if she was on the verge of a fit. "Mary, you awake?"

Another knock, and my smile fades. My soul, if there was one, dies. What the fuck am I thinking? I would be happy if the world were different and Brad wasn't my best friend, my only real friend. If the one woman I ever cared about wasn't almost half my age.

I raise my finger to Mary to tell her not to answer, but she panics before I can. "Uh, yeah."

Crap .

"Can I come in? I need to talk. It's important."

I lean in, lowering my voice to barely above a whisper. "We have to tell him."

"Not now ," she says, her voice low.

"Mary?" he calls.

"What other choice is there?" I snap.

"I'm sorry, Rust. Please, you have to hide."

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