CHAPTER 32
Special K
This shit’s wild. Absolutely nuts.
I’ve never been with a woman this down to fuck, with whatever creative approaches and unusual methods we can come up with.
Right now, her lips are on my dick while she rides my face, her pussy smashed against my mouth, and she’s doing things with her tongue that I’ve only dreamed about.
I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve cum, but it’s been a record-obliterating number, whatever it is. And if I don’t know how many it’s been for me, there’s no way I’ve kept track of her orgasms.
The girl’s got stamina.
But this isn’t about keeping score. It’s all about finding new levels of pleasure and getting more and more into each other as we go. And we’re still at it.
I’m still hard and she’s still asking for more, and I’ve never had this much fucking fun in my fucking life while doing fucking anything, including actual fucking.
I may be delirious.
I gently lift her body from my face. “Hey, Boots.”
She pulls her lips from my dick and looks around at me, grinning. This can’t be real. This view can’t be something found in the real world. Not my real world, anyway. It’s too perfect.
A fucking delicious woman is on all fours over me, her back arched and her pretty pussy inches from my face.
Her honied skin—from her toes to her thighs, to her ass and back—is flawless.
Her flesh is firm, and she can do the splits from damn near any position.
Her long, blond hair is wild and falling over one side of her head as her eyes sparkle in the firelight.
“Need a break?” she asks, laughing.
I grab her thigh and pull her around, then wrap her in my arms and roll with her. Unfortunately, we roll right onto the bare cabin floor.
“Rrrraaaaooow!”
We both laugh.
Pussy’s been super bitchy the last couple of hours. I think we’ve disturbed her beauty rest. Nobody’s gotten any of that around here tonight, likely including all the wildlife within a ten-mile radius.
While I’m on the floor, I reach over and throw two more pieces of firewood on the grate. Then I pick her up and sit on the mattress, Frankie facing me. I reach for a water bottle and let her take a swig. Then I finish it off.
She leans forward to kiss my crooked nose. And that’s when I feel something happen.
Like an earthquake is destroying all my carefully constructed guardrails. And I’m standing on the edge of the cliff, peering down to calculate how much it’s going to hurt when I hit the bottom of the canyon.
It’s terrifying. But I’m not turning away. I can’t.
She falls against me, sighing deeply. I feel her muscles unwind. She loosens from head to toe.
“Ready to go again?” she asks.
I close my eyes and fall back onto the mattress, my arms wide to my sides in surrender.
“Come on, big boy.” She cups a hand against my cheek. “What’s a memory foam mattress for if not making memories?”
I feel my stomach rise and fall as I laugh. I open one eye and stare at her. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how pretty she is, how the whole world lights up when she smiles the way she’s doing now. I pull her down on top of me, roll, and then pin her under my weight.
I slide up into her without any warning.
And no condom.
I freeze. Then I start to pull out.
She grips my upper arm to stop me. “Stay,” she says.
I gaze down into her face. She nods to assure me she means it.
“Just this once,” she says. “Please.”
I can’t speak for Frankie, but the intensity of the sensation is almost too much for me to bear. My eyes burn and my throat constricts as I make love to her. Easy and slow. Linked together, fully aware and wide awake to what we’re doing.
Because that’s exactly what’s happening—we’re making love. She’s letting me love her and she’s loving me back.
I never take my eyes off hers. We’re joined with our bodies and something else I don’t dare name. And as we move together in sync, I’m struck with the intense sensation of releasing my grip. I’m letting go.
It’s a free-fall. All the way down. But we’re going together.
We cum in unison, and I’m surprised at just how soft the landing is. Completely painless. But I believe I’ve just been disassembled, reworked.
A little while later, we’re lying under the covers. I’m sweeping my fingers up and down her upper arm. I know she’s awake because I can almost hear the gears grinding in her head.
“Special K?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
“You mean for saving Pussy?”
She laughs silently in my arms. “Yes, thank you for saving my cat.”
“Ahhh, I get it. The only reason you laid some pussy on me is because I rescued your Pussy. Makes perfect sense.”
“But only because one good deed deserves another six good deeds… or ten… I lost track…” Her voice trails off.
“Cool. You got any more cats I can rescue?”
No answer. She’s asleep.
I know it will take me a few moments before I follow her. There’re too many disconnected thoughts swirling around in my head, trying to sort themselves into cause-and-effect order and next-step planning.
I think of Cal’s recommendation—that I lean back.
That I should be smart enough to take a step away from whatever I’m wrapped up in at the moment. That I should take a deep breath and short break to create a little bit of distance. Because doing so might be enough to keep me from making the kind of mistake I’ll regret for the rest of my life.
As always, Cal’s advice is solid. But this is one time I’m not taking it.
Sorry, big brother. My heart’s telling me to lean in—all the way.