I fucked up. I made mistakes, and when I made mistakes, people got hurt. She was a bystander, and she wasn’t even my error. But when my guys went wild and shot someone that didn’t deserve it, that shit fell on me in the end.
And I’d own my mistakes.
I gripped her chin and pulled her toward me. I kissed her lips, tasting my cock on her tongue.
“Every night since we met,” I said, my voice soft and low, “I’ve dreamed about you sliding your tight, beautiful body up and down my stiff cock.”
“Yeah?” she asked. “You really mean that?’
“Every night,” I purred. “God damn, girl. You have no clue. And in the end, I knew you’d be down on your knees with my cock in your mouth. Now come up here.”
She bit her lip and climbed up. She straddled me again, but this time there was nothing to stop her from taking my cock between her legs. I pushed up and slipped my shaft deep inside her pussy, filling her up to the brim as she lowered herself down, wiggling her hips, taking me deep inside.
She let out an incredible, low moan. I growled and kissed her tight as she began to ride me, slow at first, getting used to my thick shaft. But soon she moved faster, her back arched, her hips moving, her slick pussy bouncing up and down.
I palmed her breasts then slapped her ass. I kissed her lips, bit her, licked her, teased her. She rode me faster, and I could see sweat on her skin. I loved her pale, tight body, and I loved it even more when it glistened in the light.
She leaned back, hands on my knees, and rode me. I palmed her breasts and moved my hips with hers. I moved my hands down, spanked her ass hard, and growled as I pulled back and dragged her off me. She gasped as I pushed her down onto the couch, getting her on all fours.
I needed this. I needed to take my aggression out on her, and I knew she needed my cock over and over again. I grabbed her wrists roughly and pinned her down against the couch as I took her from behind, my cock slamming into her tight pussy, making her breasts and body shake with ever rougher pounds.
“This is why you can’t leave,” I said as I bit her shoulder and fucked her hard. She threw back her hair and grunted in pain and pleasure. I grabbed it, pulled it tight, and slapped her ass hard, releasing her wrists.
“This is why you’re still here,” I said. “You need me, little Colleen. You need me to fuck you, take you, make you all mine. You’ve been waiting for a man like me to fill your tight little cunt up and now you finally have it, and you can’t let it go.”
She gasped as I pulled her hair hard and slammed deeper. I kept thinking about that wound in her shoulder, about how close my men came to getting hurt. I felt pleasure bloom through me, but also anger at myself. I hated taking these risks and hated making mistakes, and I knew I couldn’t make any more, not with Colleen.
I slid myself back out and turned her around, getting her down on her back. She opened her legs for me and I slipped inside. God, she was so wet and warm, and her mouth hung open as I fucked her and ground my cock deep inside. Her breasts bounced and she pressed them together for me, her chin tilted up, moans escaping her lips.
I took her, moved faster, fucked her deeper, I knew she was close, and I could feel it building inside me. I knew I needed to come deep between her legs, needed to fill her up to the brim and make her feel my seed inside. I kept going, slamming into her, then kissed her lips and ground deeper.
“Fuck,” she whispered, “fuck fuck fuck. Steven, fuck, you’re right. You’re right. I wanted this.”
I kept going, growling in her ear. I felt her body tense, her pussy clench down around my shaft. Her fingers dug into my back as her spine arched. She moaned in my ear and I kept going, fucking her faster, faster, pushing her further, tipping her over into that abyss.
She came and I felt her get soaking. She came hard, a wet orgasm, her pussy clenching down around my shaft. I moaned into her ear, pleasure overwhelming me, her gorgeous body driving me wild. I pumped inside her and filled her up with my cum, moaning in her ear as my orgasm sent me tumbling into pleasure, a pressure I couldn’t resist.
We slowly came down together. I kissed her lips, her neck, her ears, her breasts. I pulled out and looked at her as she lounged on the couch, breathing hard, skin covered in sweat, nipples rock hard.
“I have to admit,” I said. “You look perfect right now.” I leaned back on the couch as she grinned at me and sighed, closing her eyes.
“I needed that,” she said.
“I know.”
She gave me a look and smiled. “You don’t have to be a dick all the time.”
“Maybe not.” I reached forward and picked up my whisky. I took a long sip and sighed.
“Thanks for giving me back my phone,” she said.
“You earned it.” I put a hand on her thigh. “I don’t want to keep you prisoner. If you want to go, you can go.”
“I think we’re way past me leaving,” she said.
I nodded and sipped my drink again before putting it back down. “I think we are, too.”
“So now that you have me, what
