That’s when I understand. It’s not that she didn’t want to do it; she just didn’t want to feel like it was taken away from her. I shiver when she glances up at me, a raging fire and this unmissable satisfaction in her gaze.
She’s eating that shit up.
She loves having me at her mercy.
I know I’m seconds away from blowing when her fist joins her tongue.
“Fuck, Dia, I’m going to blow down your fucking throat.” I clench my jaw, giving her a chance to pull away before it’s too late. I figured the least I could do is warn her so she can make the decision for herself, but she doesn’t budge.
Instead, she chokes on my cock again.
“Then do it.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Next thing I know, I’m unloading into her mouth, pumping my hips with greedy thrusts and soiling the innocence I swore to protect less than an hour ago. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. Seriously. The colonel might go on strike after this.
I’m still convulsing when she detaches her mouth from my tip with a pop. I watch her swallow my cum as she wipes a drop from her mouth with her index.
Good Lord, where have you been hiding this girl?
On her knees, she sits back onto her heels, her black curls a gorgeous mess and her full lips glistening with need. We trade looks, and the fear cutting through her eyes tells me everything I need to know.
She’s not the only one who disconnected from reality for a moment there. Neither of us speaks for a while, and this silence feels decisive. I’ve barely shoved my semi-hard dick back into my pants before she lets out, “This is the part where you run.”
And she’s right.
I always run.
I ran the day in the wine cellar.
I ran the day I fingered her against her bedroom door.
If the last ten years have taught me anything, it’s that I’m damn good at bolting whenever it gets real. But there isn’t one bone in my body that wants to bolt right now.
Without a warning, I grip her wrist and yank her back down on the grass with me. She falls onto my chest, her head pressed against my pec as I lace my inked arm around her waist. Not a word is spoken for the next thirty minutes.
Then I notice her breathing become regular.
She’s got her nose nuzzled into my neck as she sleeps peacefully in my arms like a lamb to the slaughter. She says I should run. But tonight proved I’m willing to stain even the kindest, most virtuous souls just to get my fix…
And if anyone should be running?
It’s her.