20. SQUALO
SQUALO
She tasted like the sweetest honey laced with vanilla, and every woman I’d had before her didn’t even come close. She was perfect in so many imperfect ways that I never wanted to taste anyone else again. Just her.
My hand drifted down to her throbbing, hungry pussy, rubbing her just enough to make her twitch before I slipped my fingers inside, curling them until she melted against me. I thrust them deeper, my fingertips moving with just enough pressure to draw another moan from her lips.
“Good girl,” I praised, lifting my bloodied fingers to her mouth and resting them against her lips before I crashed my mouth onto hers again, smearing the blood between us as I tasted her. It felt like some ancient ritual we both needed, marking her as mine just as surely as I was hers.
I pulled away for only a moment, my hands settling on her hips as I drew her down. Disappointment came across her face, making me grin. This was only the beginning. There was so much more to come, and I intended to use every inch of this lighthouse to claim her.
I turned her around until her back faced me.
My hand glided from her hips up the curve of her spine to the nape of her neck, where I wrapped my fingers around it and guided her forward until she was bent over the counter.
With my right hand, I lifted one of her legs, resting her knee on the counter while the other stayed planted beside me.
My touch traced a slow path from her knee to her thigh before slipping over the curve of her ass, spreading her open as I pushed into her once more.
This time I buried myself to the hilt, driving deeper with every steady thrust.
Her legs trembled as my cock dragged against her sensitive skin. Her inner walls clenched around me twice, pulling me in while soft, breathless gasps spilled from her mouth.
“I’m not done yet,” I murmured, my hand leaving her neck to tangle in her hair. My fingertips pressed into her scalp, massaging gently as another moan escaped her before I tugged her head back, forcing her spine into a beautiful arch.
Her hands braced against the counter, her nails biting into the edge as I picked up my pace, each thrust harder and faster than the last.
Her ass slapped against my skin, bouncing with every thrust as I buried every inch of myself inside her.
“Fuck,” she moaned, the word breaking into a cry before melting into a string of breathless moans.
Music to my ears.
Her hand flew to her mouth, curling into a fist as she bit into the flesh of her knuckles. I tightened my grip on her hair, pulling harder until her back arched even more. My free hand slid to her throat, holding her steady as I continued to fuck her.
My fingers squeezed gently around her neck. Saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth as her breaths grew shorter. I drove into her harder now, slowing just enough to stop before snapping my hips forward again with a deeper thrust.
I felt her getting close. It was inevitable.
My balls struck against her clit in a relentless rhythm she couldn’t escape, each impact pulling another sound from her lips.
She clenched tightly around my cock, holding me inside her as her thighs began to tremble.
I loosened my grip, letting her catch her breath while soft moans spilled from her mouth and her eyes rolled back with pleasure.
“You like that?” I growled, pressing myself closer behind her. I drew her head back until it rested beneath my jaw and brushed a kiss against the top of her head while driving into her harder. I groaned against her skin.
“I swear, baby, I’ll fuck you in every single hole until you’re mine and you’re begging me to stop.”
Another moan escaped her as she fought to steady herself, her whole body trembling beneath me.
“What if I don’t want you to stop?” she whispered.
I smiled.
“Then I’ll fuck you every day, every minute, until you forget what it feels like to walk.”
She gasped, her walls tightening around me, drawing me in as another cry of pleasure tore from her throat.
The pressure inside me built with every thrust. My cock pulsed deep inside her, but I held myself back from spilling into her. We had no protection, and no matter how many times the thought of filling her with my cum crossed my mind, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not yet.
I pulled out just in time, my cock releasing over her ass as I collapsed against her. She shifted beneath me until she was facing me.
“Kiss me again,” she whispered. “And never stop.”
My lips found hers, gentler this time. My tongue slipped slowly into her mouth, welcoming hers as it curled around mine. I caught her lower lip between my teeth before letting it go, only to lose myself in her all over again while we gasped for air, as though we’d drowned in each other.
Maybe all that hatred had been yearning for her all along because I couldn’t have her.
Now that she was finally mine, I let it go, replacing it with the desperate need to keep her close every second I could.
If tearing down every wall I’d built around myself was what it took to make her stay, to keep her safe from all the pain others had caused her, then I’d tear down every last brick.
I’d sacrifice myself, my whole world, if it meant I could put a smile on her face.
Somewhere between exhaustion and sleep, I drifted off on the floor beside her.
When I opened my eyes, I realized I’d fallen asleep with my head in her lap.
She wore a white shirt, its buttons torn away, left open to reveal the soft curve between her breasts.
A notebook rested against her thigh, a pen moving steadily across the page as she sketched, her brow furrowed in quiet concentration.
“Hey,” she whispered, biting her lower lip.
I sat up, drawing her onto my lap. The notebook slipped from her hands and landed on the sheet beneath us. I pressed my lips to hers, stealing her breath before giving it back with a smile. Her arms curled around my neck as she shifted sideways against me, easing my back into the wall.
“What are you doing, Blue?”
She lowered herself onto me, rolling her hips slowly. “I want my thirty-three times.”
I raised a brow, laughing. “Are you jealous?”
“No.” A blush warmed her cheeks as one hand cupped my jaw while the other wandered through my hair.
“No need for that,” I whispered, holding her gaze. “I fucked them to erase all your freckles from my mind. Now that you’re here, I want to remember every single one.”
“How long have you felt this way?” she asked softly.
“Since 2001,” I confessed. “Since I saw you on the beach with glitter melting beneath your eyes.”
She lowered her head and kissed me.
“Stop talking and kiss me,” she murmured between breaths, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
My hand slid to her jaw, drawing her closer as my eyes closed. For a moment, everyone who came before her disappeared.
My cock was already hardening beneath her. She felt it and rolled her hips again, slowly, rubbing herself against me. Her hand drifted down, wrapping around me, stroking me until she guided my cock to her pussy, teasing her entrance between her thighs.
“You want me to fuck you that much, huh?” I murmured against her lips.
She nodded, biting her lip as she pressed the tip of my hard cock against her inner flesh.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto me, but I thrust up into her instead.
She hadn’t expected it. Her eyes flew open and a gasp escaped her lips.
My hands found her hips before sliding to her ass, spreading her cheeks wider and letting my cock slip deeper inside her.
“Show me how I turned you into my little slut,” I whispered against her neck, pulling down her shirt to reveal her breasts. My lips found one nipple, dragging it gently between my teeth before I bit down lightly and tugged as her hips rolled over me.
I spanked her ass, then gripped her hips again, guiding her movements as she rode me while I drove myself deeper inside her. I circled her hips with my hands, lifting them before bringing her back down onto me.
“Faster,” she moaned, her eyes falling shut. “You’re torturing me.”
I swallowed, pressing my lips to her neck again. I bit beside the two red marks I’d left there earlier.
“No,” I whispered against her skin, guiding her hips. “You have to show me what you learned.”
She swallowed and locked her eyes with mine. Lifting her hips, she lowered herself onto me slowly, teasing and exploring until she found a rhythm. Then she moved faster, riding me with growing confidence.
“Fuck,” I groaned, pulling her closer. My hand settled at the base of her back, encouraging her into a deeper arch. My fingertips traced the line of her spine until they reached the back of her neck. I wrapped my hand around her hair and pulled her gently toward me as she leaned back.
She never broke her rhythm. She kept driving herself onto me, her pussy flushed from the force of each hard slam.
I buried my face between her breasts, kissing the soft skin until I found her nipples.
I circled one with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth.
My free hand squeezed her other breast before gliding from her chest to her stomach, then lower to her throbbing clit.
Resting my thumb over it, I began slow circles, pressing firmly before shifting into quicker movements from side to side until another moan spilled from her lips.
“You like that.” I released my grip on her hair, letting her face me as she thrust herself faster onto me.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”
“Then show me,” I said, locking my eyes with hers. I brought my fingers to her mouth, brushing my thumb over her lower lip before slipping it inside. She wrapped her lips around it, sucking gently while staring into my eyes with her deep blue gaze.
I took her hand and placed it on one of her breasts. “Hold here,” I whispered against her neck before kissing it softly. Then I guided her other hand down to her throbbing heat.
I pressed two of her fingers against her clit, covering them with my own and moving them in slow circles until she found the rhythm she liked.
“Here,” I whispered. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Good girl,” I murmured, letting her take over as I leaned back and watched her lose herself in every wave of pleasure while she rode me.
She was breathtaking. Her dark hair spilled freely down her back, while two damp strands clung to her forehead.
Her full lips parted with a staccato rhythm of moans I could have listened to forever.
Every curve of her body seemed sculpted to perfection.
Her breasts were full and round, her dark brown nipples hard beneath my touch.
Her waist was impossibly slender, her stomach firm, and her wide hips flowed into a round, juicy ass before giving way to long, slender legs.
I felt her tighten around me, her inner walls drawing me deeper as pleasure rippled through her body. Her movements gradually turned uneven, her muscles twitching around me until one final moan tore from her lips.
“Fuck, Oliver.”
My hands found her hips as I eased myself out of her. She sank to her knees, breathless, while I slowly rose to my feet, my cock still hard.
My palm cupped her chin, my thumb tracing the curve of her lips as she looked up at me.
“Open your mouth.”
She parted her lips, her hands resting on her thighs.
I closed the distance between us, wrapping my hand around my cock before bringing it to her mouth.
“Suck it,” I said.
She licked the tip before slowly taking me into her mouth, exploring every inch with her tongue. My head fell back, my eyes drifting to the staircase that spiraled all the way up the lighthouse. A low, primal groan escaped my lips as I pushed myself deeper into her mouth.
She gagged around my length. As I pulled back, I lowered my gaze to her. Her eyes were glossy with tears again, but this time they weren’t from loss or pain. They came from taking every inch of me.
My hand slid gently to her throat, stroking it before I pushed inside again.
I moved slowly, each thrust measured until I reached the back of her throat.
I could feel the pressure building inside me, my cock growing harder as she struggled to steady herself.
Her hands gripped my thighs, her nails digging into my skin.
Then I felt myself pulse, release crashing through me as she fought past each gag, swallowing every wave of my pleasure.
I eased myself out. A drop slipped from the corner of her mouth, and I caught it with my thumb before brushing it back across her lips.
“Swallow every single drop,” I commanded.
Her eyes reddened, fresh tears gathering in the corners as she forced herself to swallow. When she finally did, I took her hands and gently pulled her to her feet.
I cupped her cheeks, searching her eyes.
“I hate that I wasted so much time hating you when I could’ve had you.”
She parted her lips, a tear finally slipping down her cheek.
“You can have me now.”
“I know,” I said quietly. “But it still can’t turn back time or erase everything I did to you.”
She lowered her gaze.
“Then show me this version of you for the rest of our lives.”
I pulled her into my arms and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
“I promise.”