I lift up and grab the waistband of her shorts, my hands still as my eyes lock with hers. I won’t do anything she doesn’t feel comfortable with, I never want to hurt her in any way, and that includes making her think she doesn’t have the choice to say no. I’m not that motherfucker. If she said no right now, I’d lie down and hold her all night long with a smile on my face, never pushing for me, because I fuckin’ love her. Yeah, I really do.
She smiles at me, her eyes telling me everything I need to know. She wants me to see her. I smirk while slowly sliding her shorts and panties over her curvy hips and down her toned legs, which fall open the second I pull them over her feet.
Fuck! She’s perfect. Her little pink pussy is glistening, her little pearl winking at me, and I’m gonna lose it. I grab her left ankle, lifting her leg so I can kiss her foot, her ankle, her leg. Anything to calm my raging hormones so I don’t lose it right away. But when has that shit ever worked when the woman you’re touching is the woman you love?
I love her. I’m not even going to pretend that I don’t. I feel it so deeply for this woman. It consumes me, every part of me.
“Mark, please, I ache so badly.”
I can’t make her wait any longer. She’s begging for me to touch her. I lean down and breathe in her scent. My fuckin’ eyes roll with how good she smells. My tongue snakes out to taste her honey, she calls out to the heavens on that first touch, and it doesn’t take long for me to get lost in the taste of my girl. I’m sucking on her clit, licking her back to front, front to back. She’s clutching my hair, riding my face, and I’m about to fucking lose it like a damn teenager!
She’s stammering her words of encouragement, wanting me to make her come. I slide just one finger inside her tight pussy, and she loses it, screaming my name and coming on my tongue so hard her lower half shoots right off the bed.
I lick her gently, giving her time to come down from her orgasm. Fuck, I’ve made women come before, but they’ve never come this hard, and I mean Coral really came hard.
I pull away from her and grab her hands, pulling her to her knees in front of me, where she clumsily wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me with a fiery passion I didn’t know she possessed. “I want to suck your cock.” I groan deep in my throat. Never have those words affected me like this.
I watch her climb off the bed and get to her knees on the floor beside it. I scramble to the edge of the bed and plant my feet either side of her beautiful body. She looks up at me with a smile on her face that would melt the coldest of hearts. She grabs my boxers, I lift my ass enough for her to remove them, my cock springing free at the same time.
She licks her lips, takes me in her hand and tells me, “I’ve never done this before, so tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”
I stroke her hair and smile. Makes me feel good to know I’ll be her first at practically everything sexually. “It will come naturally, little bird. Just do what comes naturally.” And she does. She licks the tip, and my head falls back. Even that slight touch felt fucking amazing. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to last, not with the way her mouth slides over my cock perfectly. Her throat is like velvet, and my cock slides further and further down with each movement.
I slide my hands into her blonde hair and guide her around me. There are stars behind my eyes. I’m in fucking heaven right now. She’s moaning around my cock, sucking me like a damn vacuum.
It’s true what they say, you can have a million women suck your cock and make you come down their throats, but until the woman you lose your heart to sucks you, you’ve not felt real pleasure.
Just imagining what it will feel like to finally fuck this woman has me gasping, moaning, begging her to suck me harder, and she does, she sucks me so good I can’t stop my damn orgasm taking over my whole body. I’m coming down her throat harder than I’ve ever come in my life. I can feel it in every muscle, every damn sinew in my body.
God help me, I can’t fuckin’ breathe!
It isn't until she leans up and kisses me do I come down from my high. I’m breathing hard, sweating like crazy, and all we did was oral. Fuck if it don’t kill me when I’m finally inside her.
“Was it good?”
“Baby, you damn near killed me.” I pull her onto the bed beside me and lay us down, her in my arms, head on my shoulder. “It was more than good, little bird, it was amazing.”
She giggles and kisses my neck. “You made me feel just as good. My bones feel like jelly.”
I chuckle and pull her closer, grabbing the blanket from beside me and wrapping it around us. “Let’s sleep, beautiful. I’m right here with you.” I’ll always be right here with her.
Chapter Ten
Coral
When I came back to Tennessee, I never expected my life to be this good. Not once did I think I’d come home and meet my soulmate, but I did. Stryker is my soulmate there is no doubt in my mind that he is.
I never thought I could be this happy. I never thought a biker of all men would turn out to be the one. I can’t see my future without him in it. I can see our wedding day and the birth of our first child.
Does that make me stupid at my age?
I don’t care if it does, I’m a simple woman, I don’t want much in this life, but what I do want is a family of my own. After losing my little girl when I was just a little girl myself, all I have thought about is having another child. I know that’s crazy, but losing her left a massive hole in my life that I’ve never been able to fill.
Don’t get me wrong, I never want to replace the little girl I was forced to give away, I just want to be able to have a child and hold it close to me, knowing his or her father loves me and that I will never have to let that baby go as long as I live.
I pray the day comes where my daughter will find me, and I’ll be able to tell her everything I have held in my heart for her since the day I found out I was pregnant with her. I don’t care that I went through hell at the hands of the man who fathered her, I don’t care that I suffered in ways I still haven’t recovered from, because she is a part of me, the best part.
I had no idea that it would still hurt this much eight years later. I’ve often wondered what she looks like now. I wonder what color her eyes would be, I know she’d be blonde like me, she was born with tufts of blonde hair, nothing like the monster who fathered her.
I know in my heart that she inherited nothing from that pig. I don’t know how I know, I just do. When I held her after she was born, even though my mother didn’t want me to, I knew she’d be nothing like him. Holding her filled my heart with love, a love I hope I passed on to her.
I wonder if she’s smart like me, if she does well in school and if she has lots of friends. I imagine her sometimes playing on her bike, laughing with her family. Then I think about her calling someone else mommy, and it kills me inside because I will never hear her call me that.
I remember holding her all the time in the week I was allowed to keep her. It didn’t register in my mind at the time how sad my parents were, knowing I’d had that monster’s child at just thirteen years of age. Hell, I hadn’t been thirteen long when my baby was born. However, I felt like a grown woman.
God, I loved that little girl, and I just wanted to show everyone how beautiful she was. However, my parent’s never told anyone I was even pregnant, so no member of our family, nor friends ever got to meet my little girl.
Don’t get me wrong my parents weren’t cruel, and they bought my baby clothes, diapers, bottles – my mother said I was too young to breastfeed – formula, and all those little things to keep her safe and warm. My mother would watch me bathing my baby, singing to her, feeding her, loving her so hard I thought my heart would burst. She was proud of me for that.
However, I remember so clearly four days after my baby girl’s birth how I climbed out of bed to use the bathroom. My baby slept in my room in a Moses basket, she was fast asleep, and I couldn’t help smiling at her while stroking her head. ‘I love you so much, Elish
a. No one in the world could love you more.’ I kissed her head and took myself to the bathroom.
On the way back to my room, I heard my parent’s talking. They were in the den. My mother was crying, my father shushing her for fear of waking Cindy and me, not to mention the baby.
It hurt my heart to hear her so upset, but it killed me to listen to the words coming from her mouth. ‘I can’t do this, Colin. I know I promised Coral that she could keep the baby, but I can’t bear to have that child in my house a moment longer.’
‘It’s okay, Dawn, I know it’s hard, but it will kill Coral if we do this.’
‘Kill her? You don’t think it’s killing me?’ My heart was pounding. I may have had a child that I loved more than life itself, I may have felt very grown up, someone’s mother, but the truth was, I was still a frightened little girl. ‘You think I want to punish my daughter for something that wasn’t her fault?’
‘No, I don’t think you want that, sweetheart.’
‘She’s thirteen, Colin. She can’t possibly know the hardship of having a child. If she keeps that baby, she’ll ruin her life. We have plans for her, Colin, I won’t let her ruin her life like this.’