41. Diesel
Chapter 41
Diesel
“Fuck,” I hiss the word out as Rory takes me into her greedy mouth. The pleasure is so intense that my damn eyes roll back in my head. I thrust up, wanting even deeper into her throat. My fingers tighten in her hair as I sink deeper into that hot, wet , haven.
When Rory moans, her mouth stuffed full of my cock, it vibrates in my fucking balls. Jesus, I’ve missed her. I thought I had lost her forever. Last night, I thought there was no way to keep her in my life and I envisioned my world dark without her. I wasn’t even sure I could go on without her. My heart was already grieving. Then, she gave me a spark of hope, asking me to stay. Even then, even after everything we talked about, I never dreamed I would wake up to this. I hope she realizes that her giving me her body this morning means she will never leave me. I’m not letting her go again. If she doesn’t, I’ll show her.
Rory is mine.
I was a stupid fuck, but I’ve had beauty taken away from me. I was a man who thought he lost everything. I’m not letting it go again.
I can’t.
I watch as she sucks me. Her hand at the base of my cock, her lips moving up and down, her tongue creating a torturous pleasure as she slides back and forth. It’s been so long. I can feel the heat gathering in my balls. The need to shoot my cum into her mouth and watch her swallow it down is so strong, it’s staggering.
But this is Rory.
This is the first time I’ve had her back in my bed—the first time she’s given herself to me since I hurt her—since I thought I had lost her… since I thought I lost everything. That means, I can’t let it go down that path. I need inside of her. I want to look into her eyes as I bury my cock deep into her, so deep that she can feel me even after I’m forced to leave. I want to paint the inside of her womb with my cum. I want to do it knowing that if we create life, that the past won’t be repeated. I want to give her my child freely and watch her grow round, knowing that the life I’ve always wanted is right there before me, even sweeter than the dream because it is with Rory.
I want all that and more.
“Rory, stop,” I moan, as she does something with her tongue against the head of my cock that causes my body to jerk and I can feel cum dripping out. I growl, biting down to keep from spilling my load and giving her what her eager little mouth is searching for. “Rory, Baby, you have to stop,” I grunt, so close to coming my body is trembling.
“No,” she growls around my cock, diving back down, sucking so hard that I swear I can see fucking stars. “Want your cum, Noah,” she cries, when I reach down, gathering her hair in my fist and holding her still. It’s almost too late, because I feel a small jet of cum release into her mouth and when she fucking purrs, the temptation to give into what we both want is so strong, it nearly does me in.
“I need inside of you, Gorgeous. I need it so fucking bad,” I groan.
When she moves back from me, going up on her knees to look at me, I waste no time. I push my pants down more than what they were, finally kicking them off of the bed. I raise up just enough to take my shirt off and when I look at Rory, she’s just staring at me, her eyes round with surprise. I don’t understand it until she reaches out and touches the scars on my stomach. She hasn’t seen them before. There were bandages in the hospital when she saw me and since then… she’s held herself back so much that I’ve never been around her without a shirt on. I look down as her fingers trail against the scars that were caused by the surgery and the bullets. It’s not pretty, but they haven’t bothered me. To me they are a symbol that I will fight no matter what, for what is important— for my family .
“Noah,” she whispers her face tortured as she turns those green eyes to me. They’re sparkling with tears that want released, but she’s refusing to shed. “Noah,” she whispers again.
“It’s in the past, Rory. We have now. I need you,” I respond, reminding her that we have here and now. I can’t go back and fix the past, and she can’t go back and change it. It’s over, but we can go forward and I’m going to. I’m moving forward with her.
I pull on her shirt and that seems to be enough to jar her away from her thoughts, but she still resists at first.
“Noah, I don’t need to?—”
“I want to see your tits bounce as you’re riding me, Gorgeous. Take the fucking shirt off,” I order, my patience nearing an end.
“You’re such a man,” she says softly, a smile in her voice. When I look up at her, she’s pulling her shirt off, and even laughing a little as she does it.
“Thank God for that,” I answer truthfully. “Now, take off those sexy panties you have on and climb up here and ride your man.”
She does what I say, her face coloring with embarrassment, but instead of climbing on top of me she stretches, reaching for the nightstand.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for condoms. I thought I saw some in there.”
She’s right there are, but I don’t want a fucking condom between us. I want nothing between us, and I want my cum deep inside of her.
“We don’t need fucking condoms, Gorgeous. I need to fuck you raw. I want to feel you—all of you.”
Her face goes pale and she actually recoils from me.
What in the fuck?
“No, Noah. Not without a condom,” she says and she looks like she’s ready to bolt.
I want to argue. I’m not a bit fucking happy about her demand. This little voice inside of me however, is telling me to pick my battles. I’m getting Rory back in my bed—in my arms, that’s a big step and I have to be happy enough with that—at least for now.
I reach over and pull open the drawer, grabbing a condom, ripping it open with my teeth. The damn things have been in there forever, maybe I’ll get lucky and they’ll be worthless.
“I hope like Christ you’re ready for me, because I don’t think I have it in me to wait right now, Rory,” I warn her as I roll the condom on quickly—disappointed my cock doesn’t rip through it.
“I’m definitely ready,” she whispers. Just to make sure, I take my fingers and slide them between the lips of her pussy, liquid heat immediately gathers against them. She’s drenched. She stretches her leg out and slides over my body, poising herself above me. Her head is bent down, the dark auburn halo of hair slides around her face, a few strands of hair falling against her chest, creating a path to her breasts, the nipples upturned and begging for attention. I reach down and rub my fingers, that are covered in her juices, against her nipple. Her body quivers as she wraps her hand around my cock.
Jesus, fuck… Gorgeous isn’t enough of a description.
She lowers slowly, guiding my cock into her.
“God, Noah. You feel so good,” she whimpers, her head going back, her eyes closing as she bites into her bottom lip.
I lean up and suck her nipple into my mouth, torturing it, while teasing the other with my hand. I’m rewarded with her tight little cunt, trembling all around my cock.
“Missed you, Gorgeous,” I growl.
She starts riding me, her pussy clenching my cock so tight that it’s a wonder she doesn’t break it. I’m that damn hard.
“I missed you too, Noah,” she whispers riding slowly up and down on my cock, lost in her pleasure.
Slow is nice. It’s a great fucking show, but I’m too damn close. My hands bite into her hips as I surge up, thrusting deep into her as I pull her down. I take over, going hard and fast and it’s just a minute before she follows my lead.
“Christ that’s it, Baby. Fuck me hard,” I growl, watching her bounce up and down. Her nails biting into my skin as she leans over me.
I squeeze her breasts, loving the way they bobble up and down, but needing to touch them, knead them… fucking milk them .
“Noah, oh, God, I think I’m going to come,” she whimpers, as I pull her breasts close, dancing my tongue over them.
“Going to put my cock between your tits and titty fuck you so hard, Rory. You’re going to lay there and take it too, letting me shoot cum all over your face,” I growl.
“Yesssss….” She hisses the word out. I don’t know if she’s giving me permission for the fantasy in my head, or it’s just what she’s saying because she’s coming. I don’t really give a damn, because she’s squeezing my cock, draining it of jet after jet of cum. I can literally feel it releasing into the condom as her climax claims mine. Stream after stream of cum shoots into the latex and as good as it feels, I curse it. I take Rory’s mouth in my own, kissing her as I empty myself and she slowly comes down from her orgasm.
“I love you, Rory,” I whisper softly against her ear as she collapses against me, my condom covered cock still deep inside of her. “I love you.”