Chapter 31 #3
She grips the edge of the counter, her head falling back and her hips rising and falling with the motion of my mouth.
I’m so close I don’t know if I’ll be able to last when her walls clench around my fingers and she bucks helplessly, her cunt throbbing tight against my tongue.
Her wordless cries of pleasure echo through the kitchen, but it’s not until she starts riding my face hard, crying my name over and over while she cums, that I lose control.
I yank down my pants and stand, burying my cock inside her just in time.
“Condom,” she cries, her eyes still dazed from her own orgasm.
“Never,” I growl, and I let myself go inside her, gripping her hips and holding them pinned to mine as I cum deep inside her.
She struggles, but I hold her tighter, forcing her to take every drop.
Then I turn away from the counter, holding her wrapped around me while I cross the room and lay her down on the table so it won’t run out too soon.
“What are you doing?” she asks, but she arches up when I keep moving, fucking my cum deeper into her instead of letting it run out. “Didn’t you finish?”
“You said you weren’t ovulating,” I manage, wanting to cum all over again when I look down at her opening stretched around my inked girth, cum oozing out around me.
“Yeah, but you can at least pull out before you cum,” she says as I grind against her clit, then give a few quick, hard thrusts.
“Sure, Doll.”
I reach down, stroking her clit until her thighs start quaking, her gorgeous tits swaying each time I pump into her. “Cum for me one more time,” I coax, keeping my hand on her clit while I lean down, closing my mouth around one of her big nipples, now erect with desire.
She squirms and grabs my head, her nails biting into my scalp as she grinds against my hand, gasping with pleasure.
I suck her nipples until she’s nearly sobbing, but I feel her cunt clench around me again, milking my cock and sucking the cum deeper.
I don’t stop until every last pulse has gone through her body.
By the time I drag my cock out of her and put it away, I’m spent.
I step back, taking in the sight of her magnificent body, freshly fucked and a total wreck—her shirt pushed up, her bra pulled down, and her nipples shiny with saliva and sucked red by my hunger; bruises on her tits and belly where I bit her last night; naked from the waist down with cum and a little blood from my bite leaking out of her glistening pink cunt.
“My god, you’re a fucking wonder,” I say, leaning over her.
I kiss her mouth, her jaw, running my fingertips gently over the hickeys on her neck.
I let my lips follow, brushing the softest kisses over every one of them, then over the ones on her tits, on her belly, her hips, the insides of her thighs.
Every single mark I left on her is beautiful, treasured.
Each one showing that she’s mine, that she’s admitted it, if only for one night.
When I’m done kissing every inch of her body the way I dreamed of so many nights, I kiss my way back up to her mouth.
“How do you do this to me?” she asks with a shaky laugh. “I was mad at you.”
I lower myself and kiss her lightly on the mouth. “Marry me.”
“What?” she asks, her eyes going wide.
“Marry me,” I say again.
“You’re crazy,” she says, pushing at my chest.
“Crazy for you, Doll.”
She shakes her head. “Preston, you can’t just ask a girl to marry you because you fucked her.”
“No, but when I make her cum so hard she can’t remember her name?”
“I remember my name.”
“Then I’ll keep asking until you say yes and let me change your name to Dolly Darling.”
“Preston…”
“Come home.”
“I am home,” she says. “I told you that. This is my home now. I got out of Faulkner, and I’m not going back.”
Bracing my hands on the table on either side of her head, I hover above her and force out the next words, watching her for any reaction she might try to hide from me. “Devlin’s back.”
“What?” she whispers, her voice low with shock.
“You said you saw him at Nyso Records,” I say. “I went there, and I found him. That’s part of the reason I’m here. I got him to go home, and now I’m getting you. Faulkner’s falling apart. It needs all of us.”
“Devlin… Went back?” she asks. “What about the Dolces?”
I shrug. “They’re making peace with our family. Then we’ll rebuild Faulkner.”
“How do you know this?”
“I have a friend,” I say, touching my pocket, where my phone rests.
I came out here with Harper, the girl I was seeing last summer.
She went home with Crystal and Devlin two weeks ago, but she’s been keeping me updated.
I stayed for Dolly, watching and tracking her until it was time to make my move. Time to bring her home.
“Never thought I’d see the day,” Dolly says, searching my eyes. “Are you… Okay?”
“I’ll be okay when you come home too.”
She sighs and sits up, pushing me away. “And you thought you’d lure me home with the promise of seeing Devlin?”
I shrug. “You loved him.”
“Yeah, I did,” she says. “But I’ve moved on from that, too. I told you, Preston. You gotta stop living in the past.”
“He’s still with Crystal,” I say. “They’re married.”
“Good for them,” Dolly says, hopping down from the table. The way her tits bounce makes me lightheaded. “I have to get to work.”
I don’t know what reaction I expected, but it wasn’t that.
She loved him in a way she never loved me.
I was always a supporting character in the movie of her life.
The steadfast friend who was there for her every step, but she never noticed.
The one who skipped class to hold her while she cried over him every day of senior year, first when he didn’t want her back and then while she watched him fall for someone else, giving her everything he never gave Dolly.
I wanted to fucking kill him.
It wasn’t that simple, though. Even as I hated what it did to her, some sick part of me saw that the more she hurt, the wider the path he’d opened for me.
The deeper he fell for someone else, the more Dolly would realize that he wasn’t coming back to her.
She might finally give up on him and give me a chance.
When Devlin and Crystal disappeared, I thought we could finally be together, but she didn’t want to look like a villain in the eyes of the town.
I didn’t care.
I still don’t.
I’m done being her friend. I’m done pretending to be a noble hero when I’m not, and I never was.
I was born to follow in the footsteps of my grandfather and father, to take over the unscrupulous law practice.
Trained in treachery, molded to the morals of two corrupt men.
I tried to be good, and look where it got me.
Now, I’m claiming my place, embracing my heritage.
This is who I am. I’ve never been good. Not even for Dolly.
I’m ready to take the lead role opposite her.
If that means I’m the Beast to her Beauty, so be it.
I used to think I’d spare her, that I couldn’t ask her to give up her chance to find someone as beautiful as she is.
But now I know there’s no prize for being noble.
You take what you want, without mercy, without flinching, just like Dad always told me.
For so long, I thought he was wrong, that he was a sick man who used people for his own gain with no consideration for their wellbeing. I still think that, but now I know that’s how you win in life. That’s how you get what you want. Just like when I took her virginity.
I was never a good guy. Even when I tried, I was a self-serving bastard just like my father. Harper pointed that out. I took what I wanted from her, too. Watching her find happiness with a Dolce made me realize where I went wrong.
The only person I’ve ever been a good guy to, the only person I’ve ever put before myself, was Dolly.
And she fucking left me for it. That’s how I ended up alone, how I lost it all.
I lost her because I let her go when she asked for freedom.
When you love someone, you don’t let them go, though.
If you love them, you never let them go, no matter how much they want it.
You keep them forever, and you never let them leave.
Maybe she doesn’t love me yet, but she will.
Not the good guy I tried to be for her, but the man I already am.
The monster. The beast. The villain. She may hate me at first, but eventually, she’ll learn to love me as I am, just as I love her.
When she has my baby growing inside her, she won’t be able to help herself.
And if she still doesn’t love me even then…
Well, I’ll spend every hour of every day of the rest of my life trying.
I’ll never give up on her again. At the very least, I’ll get to say that I spent my life with the woman I love, that she bore my children and wore my ring.
That, I’ll make sure of, even if I can’t change her heart.