My next movement surprised Big Al even further. Without a word, I straddled his lap and took his face in my hands before kissing him. At first, Big Al went completely stiff, and I thought he would reject me. Then a hand crept to my neck, and Big Al finally kissed me. I’d not kissed a man before, and my movements were tentative, but Big Al swept them aside and took over our kiss.
Between my parted thighs, I felt his cock harden and grow and press into my pussy. Big Al’s other hand clenched my waist, he drank me in, and I moaned deep in my throat. The kiss ended, and Big Al stared me straight in my eyes. His warm brown eyes were now a fury of desire, and I saw gold specks in them I’d never noticed before. The expression on Big Al’s face was a contradiction of gentle and wild passion.
“Tati…”
“No. I wanted that. You need to see me for what I am,” I said, stopping whatever he’d been about to say. We were about to have our come to Jesus talk!
Chapter Four.
Iswallowed hard and held Big Al’s blank gaze. His cock pressed into me; his breathing was slightly hitched, as was mine, and I knew this was the make and break for us.
“And what do you want?” He demanded.
“To be your woman. A year, Big Al, I have been in love with you and kept it secret an entire year. Nobody matches up to you; no one comes close. It took you six months to gain my trust and loyalty. Took less for me to love you. And I have tried to be everything you wish. Good, kind, steady, loyal, please see me, Big Al, see who I am and realise you’re it for me. Turn me away today; shove me from your life, and it will still be you ten years from now,” I said boldly.
Big Al’s eyes softened. “Baby, I’m old enough to be your father,” he denied.
“Yup, but I am mature enough to understand only you will own my heart or get between my legs. No one else exists other than you. There is no one else. Men my age wind me up, so immature and sex mad. Big Al, I don’t want a boy-child, Christ; I need a man. Somebody who will worship the ground I walk on, loves me with his entire heart and looks at me like I’m the air he breathes. You gonna tell me a boy will give me that?”
“Fuck Tati, I wanted you from the moment I saw you. It’s been a long hard fuckin’ eighteen months suffering blue balls because you were a kid,” Big Al admitted, and my heart leapt.
“Why wait?”
“Because you required time to grow Tati, to discover your place in the world. Baby, I don’t want this shit with Hellfire anywhere near you, but I can’t turn in my cut. So damn selfish. Tati, I need you and my club, the real Hellfire. Want you to be one of the old ladies because you’ll rule them all, honey. You got every quality it takes to be the best old lady I’ve ever seen. And I want my name across your heart, my claim on your back and my ring on your finger. But I should let you go, set you free, give freedom to spread your wings,” Big Al said sadly.
“And if I choose you? And fuck spreading my wings. Al, I can do that with you!”
“No, you need to be free. With me, you’d have to be careful around Zeus’s gang. There’d have to be bodyguards on you constantly if you wished to go outside. Tati, you’d be a juicy target for Zeus, and I’d turn on Chance to protect you. That’s how much I love you, girl. You wouldn’t be able to pop to the shops, take a quick walk, or even get your hair done without someone watching you. That’s stealing your freedom, Tati, and I can’t do that,” Big Al said, his voice broken.
“Al, I’d do that and more to be your wife. Look, let’s give this six months. See how we go. If I’m in the exact same frame of mind, you put a ring on me and claim me as yours, Big Al. If I’m not, we’ll go separate ways,” I suggested, ready to beg.
Big Al studied me and then retook my mouth.
“If we do this, honey, there’s no sex. Shit, I can’t imagine tasting and then losing you. After six months, I’ll give you a ring and book two weeks away for a honeymoon, then I’ll claim your virginity. Get me?”
I stared at Big Al in disbelief. “But I want sex now!” I exclaimed.
He snorted. “Looks like we’re both going to have blue balls then,” Big Al teased.
“What? No!” I wailed, and Big Al began chuckling. The rotten bastard.
“Baby!”
“Fine, but I will charge my new vibrator to your card!” I snapped, and Big Al stopped laughing at once.
“Didn’t need that image in my head,” Big Al muttered grumpily and scowled.
“Tough,” I retorted. A wicked glint lit his eyes.
“Okay. But know when I am knocking one out in the shower, I will imagine your body, legs spread across my bed, pussy wet and glistening for my dick. You begging me to fuck you over and over again. My mouth between your legs, tasting, worshipping you, your ass red with my handprints. A gag in your mouth and wrists tied for me to control you,” Big Al said in a low tone that sent shivers down my spine.
“That’s playing dirty!” I yelped as I rubbed my pussy against his cock.
“Yeah, so is your vibrator!”
“We’ll see who wins,” I grumbled.
Big Al poked a finger under my chin and lifted my head to meet his eyes. “Me, Tatiana, I’ll win. I’ll put a ring on your finger and claim the one spot of beauty I’ve seen in a long night of darkness. And just in case you wonder what that means, Tati, you’re the one keeping me sane and afloat in all the shit, Zeus pulls. It’ll be a struggle to keep my hands off you, but watch me, honey. We’ll wed with you being a virgin!”