What If

Her eyes light on mine and I walk forward, unable to keep the space between us any longer. I need to touch her, it’s a compulsion. I’m fully obsessed with this girl I barely know, but one thing I’ve learned in my job is my gut never lies.

“That’s incredibly sweet.” She brings a shoulder to her ear as her arms wrap around her waist, pushing her full swell of tits together and making my cock leak as I wonder what her nipples look like. What they taste like.

And my gut is telling me to get her, keep her, have her, own her, take her—and I intend to do all those things, hopefully without scaring the shit out of her.

“God, it’s warm in here.” She blows upward out of the corner of her mouth toward a strand of hair hanging over her eye.

“Eighty degrees and seventy-five percent humidity. Take your jacket off…” I command, then reach over to help her unbutton the single button and strip it down off her shoulders, setting in on the nearest table.

The white tank top underneath clutches every swell and curve, sending my poor cock into a near panic.

I draw her hands upward as I press her back against the brick, leaving barely a brush of space between us. I grip her wrists, pulling upward, and watch her eyes sparkle and latch on mine.

“I don’t even know you,” she whispers and the scent of her warm breath fans the flames of whatever this is that is building inside of me.

“Really?” I answer, leaning my head down and to the side a bit. “Because I know you. I’m not sure how, but Jessie, I do know you.”

I feel her body quiver and watch her chest rise and fall. I let my eyes roll downward, her curves call to me and thoughts of sliding my dick between her epic tits have me nearly in tears.

“This is so strange.” She shakes her head. “You’re not some sociopath or man whore or—”

I interrupt her with a kiss, silencing her protest.

I keep it soft, letting her lose the fear of the moment and swipe my tongue over her bottom lip listening to the hitch in her breath when I do.

When I pull away, I see lust in her eyes. She tastes like beauty and love and all the things I want in my life but didn’t know until she walked through that door.

There’s a beast inside of me that this sweet girl is feeding and it’s not something I’ve ever felt before.

A compulsion to devour her in every way.

“Wow,” she mutters. “I’m not so sure this is a good idea. The audience doesn’t either.”

“Fuck the audience. I’ll be sure enough for both of us until you catch up.” My voice is nearly a growl as something inside of me claws its way to the surface. “If it will make you feel any better, I’ve never let anyone in here before. No one knows about this.” I look up and around before setting my eyes back on her.

I see the shock change her features, but I want her to know this is real for me. How it’s so real, I don’t fucking know, but it doesn’t change the fact that my gut tells me I’ve been waiting for her my entire life.

“In fact, I know I shouldn’t tell you this, but I want you to know this isn’t just a game for me. I haven’t kissed anyone in years. So many, I’m not even sure when the last time was. So not only did I bring you up here.” I look around the room then back down at her wide eyes. “I’m kissing you here. This is my church. My sanctuary. And there is something about you, Jessie…I needed you to be in here with me. Call me stupid. Crazy. Whatever, but my instincts never lie.”

I watch her swallow, and I close the rest of the space between us, letting her feel the effect she’s having on me.

“It’s just,” she stammers as I nearly let go in my pants from the way her softness melts against me. “I mean, look at you. You’re magnificent. And, you know cops have a bit of a reputation. I’m sure you would have no problem getting anyone you wanted. Gotta be honest, the audience is telling me be careful. He’s a smoothy…”

The pink blush on her cheeks and neck deeps and I cock an eyebrow upward, unsure why she doesn’t see that I’m the lucky one here. How a girl like her would want someone like me.

“From the moment you walked in the door downstairs, my dick’s been hard. That hasn’t happened to me. Not ever. So, trust me when I say, you are the magnificent one.”

I meet her lips again, in the back of my mind knowing this is the last girl I’m ever going to kiss.