Struck Love

“Bet you never thought you’d be attracted to someone like me, did you?” I ask. She can try to deny it, but I know she’s getting worked up. It’s the way her eyes light up and the small breaths she sucks in. She shifts around, not sure how to handle the need that I’ve caused inside of her. I’ve never given a crap if I turned a woman on, but with her it’s different. I want her to ache for me the same way I do for her. To realize that what we have between us is real.

I’m sure she’d pictured herself being with someone more clean-cut. I might not break the law anymore, but I enjoy getting my hands dirty. I hated the few times I had to wear a suit for business. That’s not who I am. I prefer to be out in the mines and fields with the rest of my men.

“Never really thought about it honestly, but I didn’t think I would date someone that would upset my family.” She tilts her head to the side further in silent invitation for me to keep kissing her neck. “Guess I’m not your normal type going off the other women that hang around here.”

“You’re a different breed altogether. I shouldn’t even touch you, but there is something pulling us together, and you know it.” I may not deserve to have my hands on her, but that’s not going to stop me. The thought of dirtying her up has my cock pressing painfully against my jeans.

“I do,” she whispers. I drag my teeth across her delicate skin.

“I’m not looking to get off here, Olivia, but I want to taste every inch of your skin. Tell me that I can,” I all but beg. “Stay here with me tonight, and I’ll worship every inch of you like you deserve.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, and I’m on my feet, carrying her toward the bed. She wraps herself around me and actually kisses me first this time. “Jason.” She moans, grinding her pussy against my cock. I can feel the heat of her arousal through her clothes. I swear I almost come in my pants.

“Love the way you say my name.” I bring her down onto the bed, pulling her clothes from her as I go.

“Need to see you too.” She tugs at my shirt. I let her pull it from me but keep my jeans on. I don’t trust myself. It’s a new experience for me. It’s thrilling but scary as hell too. “Do you spend hours in the gym or something?” Her fingers trail across my chest. They linger on a few scars I’ve gotten over the years from my time in the military and a few from work.

“Not really.” I yank her shorts down her legs. Last night I went for a few rounds in the gym to burn off energy, but I don’t spend much time there normally. “You’re so damn soft.” I can’t keep my mouth off her.

“You’re so damn hard.” She giggles. The sound goes straight to my cock. I swear she’s trying to kill me. Soon her little sounds turn to moans when I yank her bra down and wrap my mouth around one of her pert nipples.

My hand grips her other tit. It tries to spill out of my hold. She’s so different from other girls around here. She’s lush and full of curves. It’s damn addicting. I was starting to think something was wrong with me because I was never attracted to any of the women that came in and out of this place. Now I know it’s because I was waiting for her.

“Jason.” Her fingers dig into my hair as I release her nipple and trail my mouth down her stomach until I get to the edge of her panties. My mouth waters at the scent of her arousal.

“Anyone ever taste you?” I ask, pulling her thighs apart. Her panties are a soft purple too. I take note of her affection for the color as I breathe her in through her panties. I don’t know why I’m tormenting myself this way.

“No.”

“I figured. They never would have let you go if they had.” I pull her panties to the side. A deep groan comes from me at the site of her swollen wet pussy. Her clit peeks out through the folds, begging for my mouth. “I’ll be the first and last to taste your sweet pussy.”

“Jason. Please.” She lifts her hips, pushing her pussy right into my face. Her tangy sweetness fills my mouth. I’m instantly addicted. Her greedy pussy has all rational thoughts leaving my mind. The only thing I can think about is making her come. And how now that I’ve had a taste, she belongs to me.

I latch on to her clit like a starved animal. She’s so worked up already that she cries out my name, flooding my mouth with her orgasm. I don’t stop; I continue to lick and suck every drop of her up and demand more. My cock throbs, begging to be inside of her. I hump the mattress, trying to temper the need.