Thirty-Seven
Than
Montana,
Do you have any idea how your eyes can mark a man’s soul? Change the course of his life? The plans he has for his future? With one glance, you rewrote my story. The dimples when you smiled found a soul I hadn’t known I had and awakened it. If I could hold you while you grieved, I would. One day, I will. But for now, I’ll stand back and watch.
I couldn’t shred this fucker’s words. We might need these letters. But the bitter taste in my mouth as I folded it back and moved to the next one was coupled with an odd clawing in my chest. Not looking at her, I opened the next one.
Montana,
You laughed today. It had been weeks since I heard that sound. I wasn’t close enough to know what it was that you laughed at, but I soaked it in. Until I saw your face completely, and your eyes told a different story. I can see your pain, and I want to soothe it away. And one day, I will. My touch will be something you crave, and I’ll give you whatever you need.
My fist began to wad the letter, and I had to breathe through my nose and focus on calming down. The clawing was now a burning. My fist closed, and the sound of it crumpling in my hand did little to ease me. I let it fall to the ground, and with my teeth grinding, I opened the next one.
Montana,
You’re the first thing I think about when I open my eyes and the last when I close them. You’re in my dreams at night and always in my head during the day. Until I find you and watch you, I’m unsteady. Lost. Aching.
Last night, you left your curtains open in your bedroom. As much as I enjoyed it, please don’t do it again. I’d have to kill anyone else who saw you like that. You were a vision. Your full, perfect, bare breasts and tiny waist with the flare of your hips, wearing only the pink panties that covered little, had my cock throbbing so badly that I had to stroke it while I watched you. Since the moment I first saw you, it’s only been you in my head when I come.
I didn’t read the rest of it before it, too, became a wadded-up ball, squeezed tightly in my fist as I seethed. He’d masturbated while watching her in her window. The sick fucker.
“That’s the one I didn’t want you to read.” Her voice was a raspy whisper.
I couldn’t look at her. Not yet. I was still struggling with remaining calm. There was some territorial beast waking inside me that I didn’t know what to do with.
“Are there more like that?” I asked.
There was a pause, then, “Yes.”
I inhaled sharply through my nose. There was a good chance I was going to break shit or put my fist through a wall. Linc had wanted me to read the letters and see if there was any connection to New Orleans or clues. But so far, all they were doing was making me morph into a crazed animal who wanted to rip off the writer’s head, then throw Montana down and slam my cock into her. Claiming her. Which was not fucking okay. She wasn’t mine, and I didn’t want to claim a female. I wanted variety. Didn’t I?
I wasn’t sure I could read the others.
“Do any talk about a different city or place?”
“No. Just me. Where he saw me that day or how he wanted to do things.”
Yeah, fuck no. I wasn’t reading more of that shit. I turned my head to look at her. Linc wanted to know some other things, but I wasn’t sure I should ask yet.
“What about ex-boyfriends? Any connections to one of them? Someone related to them?”
She scrunched her nose. “No. I can’t think of anyone.”
We sat there, staring at each other for several moments.
“Are you going to read the rest?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
She bit her bottom lip the way I wanted to.
“Did reading the shit he said to you make you wet?” It wasn’t a fair question, but, fuck, it was burning into my skull, demanding I ask.
Her eyes widened with horror. “No. God, no!”
There was some relief, but not enough. “Does he know you’re a virgin? Does he mention it?”
She didn’t say anything, but frowned while she thought. “I think so. But I don’t know how. Because in one letter, he talked about my…um…about how it was special down there and waiting for him.” Her face turned red as she said it.
I shouldn’t have asked that question. Not an answer that was going to help me with this. I took the other letters and tossed them onto the coffee table.
Montana’s eyes went to them, then back to me.
“What about the ex-boyfriend? Did you talk about it with him? I know he wanted to fuck you. How did you keep him from doing it?” I asked as I seethed inwardly at the thought.
“I didn’t want to. We never got there. I…he just wasn’t the right one,” she stammered.
Why did it fucking matter who knew? Who she’d talked to about it? It was her body. She could discuss it with whoever she wanted.
I knew that.
I just didn’t care. I didn’t want anyone knowing.
“Straddle me.” The only thing that could calm me down was touching her.
“W-what?” she stammered.
I slapped the top of my thigh. “Straddle me.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t hesitate. She stood up and walked over to stand in front of me. I could have held out a hand to steady her, but I wanted to watch her do it. Have her climb on me.
Once she was there, I grabbed her hips and pushed her down until my hard cock was wedged against her pussy. She gasped and grabbed my arms.
“You never got yourself off, thinking about the shit he said in those letters?” I demanded as my fingers tightened on her.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Who do you want touching your virgin cunt? Making you come?”
She sucked in a shaky breath and let it out, saying, “You.”
I rocked against her, enjoying the look of pleasure in her eyes. “Just me?” Why was I pushing this? Let it go and mess around until we both got off—that was all I needed to do.
“Yes.” The word was almost a moan as she began to grind her needy little pussy against my rigid length.
She wanted me. Needed me. The fucking animal inside me roared.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I pulled it up and over her head. “Fuck, I love these tits,” I told her, grabbing both of them and squeezing.
She began to get frantic as her rubbing brought her closer to her climax. But I wanted it bare when she got off. I liked feeling her juices on my cock.
My hands held her still, and her eyes seemed to plead with me.
“You can grind on my cock to get off, but I want to feel it bare when you do,” I told her. “Go to the bedroom. You can ride me on the bed while I lie there and watch.”
She scrambled off my lap, making me grin.
If she was on top, then I wouldn’t lose my head and sink my dick into her tight heaven. The thought of her blood on my dick made me leak pre-cum as I stood and followed her into the other room.
When she turned to look back at me for direction, it fed the damn animal taking over my goddamn soul.
“Get your clothes off. I want you riding me naked.”
Her gaze dropped to my hands as I unzipped my jeans, and then she licked her lips while she panted. That was why she was riding me. The more she looked at my cock like she wanted it, the harder it was not to give it to her.
Kicking my jeans aside, I strode over to the bed and stretched out, enjoying the view of Montana while she walked over and climbed onto the bed. Her gaze traveled down my body, making my cock twitch.
I reached over and ran a finger along her slit. She made a small noise in her throat while she stared down at my hand between her legs. I coated my finger with her wetness, then brought it to my mouth and sucked it clean.
She lifted her knee and spread her legs as she moved to straddle me. I held my breath, waiting for the hot, wet heat to slide on my cock. The moment it did, I groaned and grabbed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh.
This time, she needed no direction. Her body knew what it wanted, and she began to rock against me like a fucking pro. With her back arched, her tits out, and sexy sounds coming from her full lips, I was lost.
She started going faster, causing her tits to bounce. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Her innocence, mixed with the sexy, tempting beauty rubbing her pussy on my dick, did it for me. I’d never have imagined that it would because I’d been with some kinky bitches.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured.
She cried out and went up further, causing my tip to rub against her entrance.
“Oh God.” Her moan was deep and throaty as her eyes locked with mine. The invitation was there. She did it again, then ground hard against me.
Fuck, she was driving me crazy.
I reached up and grabbed one of her breasts. “Quit begging me with your eyes.”
She panted as she looked down at me. “But I want it to be you.”
Fuck, don’t say that.
She slowed her movements. “Please, Than.”
As she stared down at me with her hooded eyes, I thought of her being like this with another man. Begging him. He’d take it. Sink into her.
I grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her back while I hovered over her. “I don’t have a condom, but I’m clean.”
“Okay,” she said breathlessly, opening her legs for me.
I was transfixed at the view she’d given me. Pink, perfect, and glistening with her desire. I’d be the first man to know how she felt. Taking my cock, I ran it over her folds.
“You sure?” I asked, already knowing there was no way I was going to stop.
“Yes.”
I stopped as the head touched the entrance, and like before, I pressed it in slowly, but this time, I kept going. She whimpered when I came to the virgin barrier.
“Does it hurt?” I asked through clenched teeth, trying not to rip through it and roar like a damn maniac.
“A little, but it also feels good,” she said with a pant.
I rested my forehead against hers. The heat of our breaths mingled, but I didn’t allow my lips to touch hers. Then I thrust hard. Her sharp cry was drowned out by the growl that tore from my chest as my cock sank all the way into fucking nirvana. Tight walls squeezed me as I tried to be still and let her adjust.
“You okay?” I asked.
She nodded her head.
I doubted she was, but I couldn’t stay still. Sliding out almost completely, then driving back in, I knew nothing would ever feel this incredible again.
“Fuuuck, baby,” I panted.
Her fingers dug into my biceps as I held myself over her.
The prickling in my balls got stronger, and I knew I was close. But, fuck, I didn’t want to pull out yet. I’d just gotten inside her. Pumping faster, I reached down and rubbed her clit.
“Such a good pussy,” I groaned.
“Oh,” she whined and began to squirm under me. Her walls began to tighten even more, milking me.
“Goddamn. I gotta pull out, baby. Fuuuck, I’m too close.”
“No!” she cried, locking her legs around me.
“GAH! I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet,” she moaned, growing frantic. “It’s stretching me and hitting something—OH God, yes, that’s it. Right there.”
Shit. My entire body tensed as I watched her.
“THAN! YES! FUCK ME!” she screamed out as her body jerked beneath me.
That was it. I pulled out just as the first burst of cum shot out of me, spraying onto her pussy lips.
“Goddamn,” I shouted as I continued to ejaculate all over her cunt. “Fuck!”
Once it was done and I was left reeling, I lifted my eyes to look at her face.
What the fuck had I just done?