Rough Love (Tannen Boys 1)

I’ll have her love me again by filling her sweet pussy, writing my name on her silken walls with my cum, and working my way into her heart with as much patience as she needs. I’ve waited ten years. I can wait a little longer. But not to fuck her, not to make love to her.

I’m not sure where to start. I want to do everything, touch her everywhere all at once. But I begin with a kiss. Such a simple word for a decidedly not-simple thing. I taste her, sipping at her lips until she opens willingly for me, her lips parting on a sigh.

It’s my entry point. I shove my tongue into her mouth, cupping her jaw and trailing down to gently squeeze at her neck, not hurting but letting her know that playtime’s over as she falls back to the blanket, spreading out like a goddess. Her moan of agreement is dark and heady. “Take your clothes off, Al. Show me those pretty tits and that gorgeous pussy.”

She rips her shirt and bra off first, and I can’t wait. I dive for her, sucking one and then the other into my mouth, my tongue tracing circles on her skin. One of her hands pulls my hair, holding me to her, and the other works feverishly between us on the button of her jeans. Impatient for more, I help her by ripping her pants and panties down her legs as she toes off her shoes.

She’s blissfully naked, bare before me, and I’m fully dressed. It’s symbolically the exact opposite of our emotions. She’ll give me her body freely, but she’s cautious with her heart. I’ll give her everything I am, yet I’m still in my clothes, a barrier between us. It’s for her benefit, though, because I need to lick her, and if I strip, I’m going to slam into her without a proper taste.

Pushing her knees open, I can see the slick shine of her arousal coating her lips. I lie down between her thighs, settling in to eat her out until she’s begging for my cock. I lap at her, teasing us both for a moment before devouring her.

I can feel her legs trembling, her thighs trying to close around my ears and her hips bucking even as she tries to stay still. I wrap my arms under her thighs, locking my fingers together over her belly like I’m prone at her altar. But I’m no good boy praying for mercy or forgiveness right now. No, I’m the filthy fucker who already possesses Allyson. She just needs a little reminding of that fact. A reminder I’m more than happy to give her.

I use the strength in my forearms to force her to my mouth and hold her immobile. “I’m gonna lick you, suck you, fuck you with my tongue until you come for me, baby.” The words are sweet purrs against her soft lips.

“Yes . . .” she sighs out, hunger in the bit of growl beneath the breath.

I do as promised, knowing exactly what will get her to the edge quickly, but then I back off to let the orgasm slip away. She whines and I do it again. And again.

By the third time she’s teetering on that knife-sharp edge, she’s begging as she scratches at my arms. She’s not trying to get free. She’s using me for leverage to shove her pussy to my mouth. “Make me come, Bruce. Please.”

I love that demanding tone, the backbone when she tells me what she wants so clearly. I suck her clit into my mouth, battering it with my tongue in rhythm with the suction. Her pussy drenches me as she cries out my name, and while a part of me celebrates my name on her lips, I don’t lose focus as I coax her through the orgasm and tease her with the promise of another.

“Damn it, Allyson. I need to fuck you now.” I sound like a monster, my voice gone even deeper and barely even forming human words. I yank at my clothes, focusing on my jeans as she pulls at my shirt. As soon as my cock is free, I slam into her.

Home. Bliss. Heaven.

She is all those to me and more. She is mine, and just as importantly, I’m hers. I always have been.

She cries out at the sharp invasion, her walls clamping down on me tightly at the shock. But I talk her through it, crashing into her to punctuate every word. “Too tight, God, you feel too good. Relax, baby, or you’re gonna make me come already.”

Her walls relax for a moment, a fresh gush of her juices letting me know that she’s okay as she digs her nails into my back and squeezes my hips with her knees, pulling me against her even as she takes me deeper.