Collapse into a puddle of warm honey all over Dale’s bed.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmurs.
I barely hear him, but his words make it to my ears in a haze of dark red.
Then no more words. Only rapid breaths and the sounds of him eating me, sliding his tongue into my heat and licking and sucking me.
I fist my hands in the comforter, bury my head in the fluffy white pillow. I sink into the depths of pleasure as he takes me on this wild ride. My ass is still tender, and he grabs my cheeks, forcing them farther apart so he can dive deeper into my flesh.
My nerves jump, and all energy in my body seems to channel to my pussy. Only my pussy. It’s everything all at once as he nibbles on my clit and takes me down to the ocean floor.
The climax is swift and powerful and unlike any other.
Where I normally soar, now I sink, and in the sinking, I feel something new and exciting and filled with more passion and emotion than I ever imagined.
As I land softly at the bottom, shades and hues of every color in the rainbow swirl around me slowly, as if I’m submerged in water.
I throb. I cry out. I shudder and shiver and tremble.
Waves of pleasure ripple through me, and when I’m finally forced back to reality, my pussy is being massaged.
Massaged by Dale’s long thick fingers slowly moving in and out, milking the last drops of orgasm from my used body.
I can’t help myself. I collapse onto the bed, my ass no longer in the air.
Still he slides his fingers in and out of me slowly, rhythmically, beautifully.
I close my eyes, unfist my hands.
Relax, relax, relax…
Ready for sleep. It’s the middle of the night, after all.
Until—
“Ah!”
Dale’s palm comes down on my ass again.
“No sleep for you tonight, baby,” he says. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Chapter Eleven
Dale
Deep inside, hidden like the rest of things I forbid myself to think about, is the yearning I’ve always had.
It was never enough to make me do anything about it, but with Ashley… Sweet, beautiful Ashley with that delectable ass…
I needed to spank her. Make that ass red like a cherry and warm like her countenance.
Fuck, I’m so hard.
But I need more.
I need to make her come again. And then again. I need to make her pass out from pleasure. And then, when her body is limp and sated and used up, I want to fuck her hard again. Harder than I fucked her against the wall in the hallway.
Harder than I’ve ever fucked before.
I need it.
I need it more than air.
I need it to silence the demons inside me. To silence the thoughts running rampant through my mind.
And even more, I need it to forget.
To forget the horror of the past two days.
The horror of part of my life.
My Syrah. My beautiful Syrah.
Lost to a fucking fire that should never have started.
Lightning strike, they said. Possibly a campfire.
Not my campfire. I couldn’t live with myself if I’d started the fire.
If I’d started the fire, I’d be dead.
Perish the thought.
Death is not an option. For a hot minute, when I was a kid, I thought it was the only option.
Now? I want to live. Even with the demons crawling around inside me raring to get out, I want to live.
I want to live for my parents, my siblings, for Ashley.
I want to live for my vines, my art.
This passion I’m feeling, this ache for sex…
It’s proof.
Proof that I’m alive.
My vines may have perished, but I live.
And I’ll continue to live with all the pain.
Because the pain is me. We can’t be separated.
Quickly, I get rid of my clothes and boots. I should shower. Ashley doesn’t deserve a dirty lover.
But the woods, the fire—it all made me this way. I’m hungry for her. I’m hungry like a grizzly hunting its next meal. I’m hungry like a wolf sensing a female in heat.
I’m hungry in all ways for this woman. My woman. My Ashley.
“Spread your legs,” I order.
She obeys me, her pussy swollen and wet from her orgasm. I’m going to give her another. Then another.
I’m going to eat her until there’s nothing left of her, and then I’m going to stuff her full of my cock again and again.
And when I’m done…
I’m going to begin again.
I dive into her heat.
She’s still wet—wet and slick and delicious, as always. I enjoyed my foray into her ass, and I’ll go back there, but not tonight. Not without talking to her first. Tonight I don’t want to talk.
I want to do.
Just do.
I lick and eat and bury my face in her cream. When she grabs my head, fists handfuls of my hair, my desire is fueled even further. I need her, need to bury myself in her.