Convict

His cock tightened, but he ignored the need to touch her. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare her.

A sigh left her lips, and she opened her eyes. She smiled at him, and his heart leapt within his chest.

“Morning,” she said.

“Morning right back at you.”

“Have you been watching me sleep for long?” she asked.

“Nope. Just a few minutes. Maybe half an hour.”

She rubbed her eyes. “That’s not creepy at all. I must look a fright.”

He couldn’t resist, and he touched her face, running his thumb across her bottom lip.

“I think you look so beautiful. No one could ever be more beautiful.”

He saw that he surprised her, but he didn’t care. This woman was so many different things. He wasn’t used to women who cared about others, and every time he looked at one of the pictures she kept, he knew she had a dark past. One filled with more horrors than he could ever imagine.

The gun he’d pointed at her, he’d gotten rid of and wrapped it up, placing it in a box in her basement. He’d never point anything at her, and only when he needed it, would he ever get it out again.

“You shouldn’t do that,” she said.

He didn’t stop touching her. He didn’t want to ever stop touching her. She was such a beautiful woman. “Why not? Do I scare you?”

“You don’t scare me.”

“What is it?” he asked, worried that he made her think of that piece of shit.

“You make me want things I really shouldn’t want.”

Okay, now his dick was thinking all different kinds of things. “What do you want?”

“I want you, and I shouldn’t want you.”

“Why shouldn’t you want me?”

She chuckled. “The obvious one, you’re a convict.”

“I was falsely imprisoned.”

“And second, you don’t look at me like I’m going to break.”

“I know you’re not.”

“I’m a freak, Ryker.”

“You’re not a freak. You’re a fighter. A woman who has survived so much, and deserves to have some happiness. A lot of happiness.”

“You don’t see an abused woman when you look at me?” she asked.

The tears in her eyes would stay with him forever. “No. I don’t.” And now he was going to take a risk. “I see a beautiful woman, Scarlett. Not only do I see a beautiful woman, but the things I want to do to you, you should kick me out right now, and call me the asshole that I am, and stay away from me.”

“What do you want to do to me?”

She didn’t heed his warning.

Slowly trailing his fingers down her neck, he teased across her pulse and went toward the edge of her crop top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he saw the outline of her nipple. Stroking his thumb across her bud, he watched her gasp.

“I think about you naked. How these gorgeous tits would look, and what they’d taste like. I think about fucking you, and I want to drive my cock so deep inside you that you scream my name, begging for more. I never want to stop, and I always want to hear the pleasure in your voice, always. Not a moment goes by when I don’t think about how good your tight cunt would feel wrapped around my cock.”

He didn’t know if he was going too far, but he decided when it came to Scarlett, he’d always tell her the truth. He wouldn’t try to spare her.

He’d be the one to help guide her, to show her that she had someone to catch her when it got a little too hard.

“I’m not an innocent virgin,” she said.

“They’re kind of overrated,” he said. “You’re reading way too many books.”

Her gaze drifted to his lips, and he watched as she licked hers, almost as if she was imagining what it would be like to taste him.

“Kiss me, Ryker, please.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Pressing his lips against hers, he cupped her cheek and tilted her head back.

Lightly at first, he explored her mouth, and closed his eyes as his cock grew even harder. Her hands went to his chest, and if she pushed him off, he wouldn’t push. She didn’t try to get him away from her. Her hand fisted his shirt, tugging him closer.

Her lips were firmer as they pressed against his, and seeing that she wasn’t going to run away scared, he didn’t hold back.

Licking her lips, he took advantage the moment she gasped, plunging inside to taste her.

****

Scarlett’s pussy was so wet, her nipples really tight. She wanted him, couldn’t resist him. The moment Ryker’s lips touched hers, it was like he created an inferno inside her. She didn’t know any other man’s touch, but she wanted his. The hand on her cheek moved down, and he cupped her tit.

He pinched her nipple, and she gasped, breaking from the kiss, arching up. Ryker shoved her shirt up, exposing her chest, and she gasped as he took her into his mouth, biting down on the hard bud before sucking it.