8. Pepper
EIGHT
PEPPER
I knew how to beg.
It’d been a really, really long time since I had to. All that I’d begged for in the past were things I never should have needed to beg for to begin with. The unadulterated desperation was for something I should have never lost.
Everything I’d begged for in my life came roaring back.
A mother who loved me.
A father who loved me.
A husband who loved me.
A god who loved me.
Begging never gave me what I wanted. My mother, father, husband, god—none of them loved me. None of them ever saw me, heard me, cared for me.
But begging Salt to fuck me? He heard me. He saw me. I knew he would follow through. He would hear my prayers and grant my dirty wishes. He’d give me exactly what I so desperately wanted—I was willing to do anything for a taste. A touch.
“ Please ,” I whispered. “Please.”
Steam danced between our lips. I was drowning in his presence. Suddenly, he put me down, releasing me.
“ Salt .”
He turned, reaching for the shower door.
“Salt, please,” I said, my voice growing needier. “I want to feel you inside of me. I want…”
The door started to open. No, no, no. My chance was slipping away.
“Salt,” I yelled, my knees buckling.
I went to the floor. The tiles were cool against my flesh, the drops of water hot. They streamed down my face as my heart hammered. “Please,” I gasped. “Please. Please fuck me with your cock.”
He didn’t move a muscle.
“I want you to breed my needy little cunt.” I couldn’t believe I’d just said that, but the words were out and I meant every desperate one of them. “Please, Salt. Please. I need to feel you. I need to be fucked. It’s been too long. No one has ever made me come during sex before you. No one has ever made me feel this way.”
“Feel what way?”
“Desperate,” I rasped. “Needy. Please. Please, please. ”
He turned slightly, his dark hair much longer when wet. It curled down the back of his neck and his face. He pushed it out of his eyes, finally looking at me.
Even his gaze landing on me made me feel desperate.
“Please fuck me,” I whispered. “I need it. I need it more than anything else.”
“You need my cock more than anything else?”
“Yes.” My lips buzzed with the admission. “More than anything else. I need it to live.”
The corner of his mouth tugged. “You need my cock to live?”
“Yes. Please. Please .”
When he turned around, I sucked in a breath. Fuck, he was hard. He was beautiful. The door shut behind him as he stepped closer, his cock right in front of my face.
“Earn it,” he said.
How? I wasn’t sure how. My tongue dragged over my lip as I looked at him, drinking in the length and girth of him. It was rude to think about my ex-husband’s dick while on my knees for another man, but I couldn’t help but think?—
I’d been missing out.
“I don’t know how,” I said.
“You’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.”
I bit my bottom lip.
Earn it. I ran my hands up his thighs and gently cupped his balls. His cock twitched, pre-cum dripping from the tip. I opened my mouth wide and showed him my tongue, noticing the way his breath huffed out.
I licked the tip. Just a gentle lick.
His hands settled at his sides, flexing. I wound my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him as I sucked the head, taking him deeper. All while maintaining eye contact and praying he’d fuck me.
It was all I wanted.
“Please,” I rasped between sucks. “Please take me with this cock.”
“Take you?” he questioned. “Such a romantic word. Taking .”
“Please fuck me with this cock.”
“Better.”
His praise encouraged me to keep going.
“Please breed my pussy with this cock.” O h god. Had I really just said that?
Salt smiled. “Good. I like that.”
Before I had a chance to respond, he gripped my hair, sliding his cock in my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. My eyes rolled back, my pussy pulsing.
Maybe I was a cock slut.
Maybe this was what I’d been waiting for my entire life.
I sank into him, letting him use me, giving myself to him. I choked around him and he drew back, groaning.
“Stand up.”
I got to my feet and he pressed the button on the wall, turning off the shower. He dragged me into a kiss as he backed me out of the shower, water dripping from our naked bodies as we made our way back to the bed.
Suddenly I was falling back. I gasped as I landed on the bed, pushing myself back as he followed me, kneeling between my legs.
“Do you have lube?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No. I haven’t needed it.”
His expression flashed with surprise. “Not even for toys?”
“I… I don’t have any.”
“Seriously?” he grumbled. “How the fuck have you been masturbating? Just with your fingers? You need to treat this pussy better.”
I swallowed hard. “We shouldn’t need any, though. I’m really wet?—”
“Oh, I know you are,” he said. “But lube is still important. We’ll make it work. Spread your legs further apart.”
I felt a jolt deep in my stomach as I spread them further for him. The way he looked at me made me want to swoon, scream, and hide all at the same time.
Salt stroked himself. Water droplets clung to his smooth skin, from his broad shoulders to the V-line of his hips.
“Touch yourself. Show me how wet you are for my cock.”
I reached down and touched my clit first. A bolt of need rocked through me from my fingertips, cool to the touch as I slid them inside myself.
My pussy was weeping for him.
Begging. Begging for his cock.
“I’m so wet,” I gasped.
“Good.” He moved closer, planting a hand next to my head.
We both watched as he lowered the head of his cock to my entrance. He was slow, gentle. I moaned as Salt pushed his cock inside of me, taking his sweet time as he gave me the first couple of inches. My pussy stretched around him, a sharp breath trapped in my throat.
“ Fuck ,” he moaned. “You’re squeezing me.”
“Sorry,” I gasped.
“Don’t do that. Don’t apologize.”
All I could do was nod as I adjusted to the size of him. I clenched around his cock, my pussy reshaping for him. I whimpered and bucked my hips, taking more of him.
“Patience,” he demanded.
It was hard to be patient, though. It’d been so long since I’d been with someone, and now that he was inside me, all I wanted was more. I wanted the rest of his cock slamming into me relentlessly while I screamed his name until my voice was hoarse.
“Please,” I moaned. “Please. I want you to use me. I can take you.”
Salt leaned down, his lips brushing mine. I arched against him right as he drove the last few inches in, taking me completely. He swallowed my gasp, our kiss all consuming.
I clenched around him, moaning as he dragged back and thrusted again.
“This poor pussy has been neglected,” he growled against my lips.
“It has,” I cried. “It has. It’s needed you.”
“I know.” He thrusted harder, slowly building up the rhythm, giving me time to adjust to him.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck. It feels so good.”
He kissed me again, biting my bottom lip hard. The pain shot through me, coupled with the pleasure of him pumping in and out, his cock filling me with each stroke.
“You feel so good.”
I kissed down his jaw, lost in the feel of him. I sucked the side of his neck, biting hard enough that he groaned and drew back, eyes blazing.
“You bit me.” He sounded surprised.
It felt like I’d made a mistake in doing so for a moment, but then he started to fuck me harder. All worries disappeared, everything melting away.
I had no thoughts in my head as he fucked me with the same passion as when he played guitar, his body creating a melodic slapping rhythm with mine. I chanted his name over and over, my arms wound around his neck, pleasure bombarding my system in wave after wave.
“Harder,” I gasped. “ Please . Use me however you need to.”
Salt groaned. “ Fuck , Pepper.”
Something snapped inside him. His control, his restraint. Every touch and movement turned harsher. My screams echoed through the bedroom as he fucked me without mercy, pinning me down into the blankets. His hand closed around my throat, my arms falling back above my head as he held me in place, his brows pulling together as he stared down at me.
In that moment, he was my savior. He was my god. A sense of subservient reverence washed over me as his fingers squeezed the sides of my neck, my breath lost as his cock speared me.
I’d give him anything. Anything he wanted. Any part of me.
My lips parted on a hoarse cry, my body bowing as an orgasm twisted around me, my cunt squeezing him. He cursed but didn’t slow, instead doubling down on the rhythm he created until I released a sob as my orgasm ebbed.
“I hope you’re on birth control.”
What? The alarm bells rang through me, my eyes flying open as he gave one final thrust. Heat filled me as he came hard, his head tipping back.
I stared in awe, savoring him. His expression, his body, the way his cock pumped me full of his seed. He sighed, relaxing slightly, looking at me once more. I leaned up, capturing his mouth against mine, our lips meeting again in a fevered kiss. His cock pulsed inside me, reminding me that the fullness was from him.
His kisses softened until he pressed his forehead to mine. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t ask.”
“I told you to use me,” I whispered back. My throat constricted and I averted my gaze. “I can’t have kids, so don’t worry.”
He turned my face, forcing me to look at him. “Do you want them?”
I thought about Paisleigh and her screaming. Then I thought about my mother, and her screaming. The older I got, the more I understood why my mother slowly lost her mind.
“No,” I finally said. “I don’t think I’d be a good mom.”
“I don’t think I’d be a good dad.”
For some reason, that comforted me.
He kissed my forehead gently. “Doesn’t mean I don’t have a breeding kink, though.”
A laugh bubbled up. I grinned as he leaned back and grabbed hold of my legs, pushing them far apart as he focused on my pussy. “Mmm. You’re such a mess.”
“I guess we have to take a shower again,” I said shyly.
He snorted and shook his head. He pulled out quickly and then made me squeal as he folded me in half, nestling his face between my thighs.
“ Salt ,” I gasped.
I couldn’t twist away. His grip on me tightened, his tongue spreading me and lapping up his cum.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Oh my god.”
“What? I like the taste of us together. I want to remember it all weekend.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond. I moaned, my head flopped back as he licked me, thorough with his cleanup. He didn’t stop until I was shaking again.
“I can’t,” I moaned. “I can’t come again.”
I felt raw and exposed. He’d used my pussy for hours and I’d lost track of how many orgasms he’d given me.
“Too bad,” he huffed.
“Salt,” I whimpered, curling my fingers in his dark hair.
But he didn’t let up, his tongue working my clit as he slid two fingers inside me, coaxing my pleasure to the surface again, forcing me back to the edge.
“I can’t.”
“I’m not really giving you a choice,” he said.
I gripped the blankets, bucking against him as he kept teasing me. Every muscle coiled as he patiently played with me, not letting up until I was a panting, wet mess.
He knew I was close. I thought I didn’t have anything left in me, but I was wrong. His fingers slid in and out faster, his tongue circling my clit relentlessly until finally—I came for him again, a euphoric rush burning me up.
“Good girl,” he praised as I came down from the high.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t move. I melted into the bed, my eyes closing slowly as he settled down next to me. His arm slid around my waist and he turned me on my side, pulling me against him.
“Did I do well?” I whispered.
“Yes.” His answer came without hesitation. “Did I?”
I was taken aback by the vulnerability. Maybe I wasn’t the only one experiencing new things tonight. “Yes,” I said. “Thank you.”
He hummed. “Sleep.”
I didn’t want to.
“When you wake up, I’ll be gone,” he said softly.
And that was the problem.
I didn’t want him to go.