Page 13 of His Hellcat
The serious direction of our conversation has me dropping my hands from her hips and clenching them into tight fists.
“Kitten, I’m all kinds of fucked up.” Scrubbing my hands down my face I brace myself for possible rejection. “The shrinks say I have PTSD.” I laugh darkly before continuing. “Some big tough solider I am. I can’t even go to the fucking store without anxiety clawing its way through me to the point where I can barely breathe or think straight.”
She looks at me with sad, understanding eyes. Instead of pulling away, she leans closer into my chest, giving me comfort while I expose my biggest shame.
“I wanted you safe from me. If I put my baby in you, you’d be saddled with a broken man. When you first came here and found out who I was, you looked at me like I was a hero. I’m not hero. All I am is a shell of the man I use to be.”
There is no hiding Blake’s look of disgust at my words. I grip her waist to lift her off my lap, the pressure of anxiety building in my chest making me want to run. Before I can move her, her hands cup my cheeks and she looks me square in the eye.
“You listen to me, Hutch. You’re not fucked up. You’re not a shell of a man. What you are is a man that came back from war with scars. Not all scars show on our skin, some are soul deep, but they don’t make you broken. In fact, scars are pretty damned badass. They show you’re a survivor.”
Is this girl for real?
I have no idea how to respond to her declaration. I’ve felt like such a failure for so long, I can’t even wrap my head around what she said. She doesn’t give me a chance to respond to her before her lips are crashing down on mine in a soul searing kiss.
That wicked little tongue of hers darts into my mouth, stroking against mine. Hands bury in my hair, lips crush to mine, and she rocks her hips. My cock instantly responds, growing thick and hard behind my zipper. I let her have her way and follow her lead with the kiss, giving her full control to use me for her pleasure.
She moans into my mouth as I manipulate her hips into a slow roll over my erection. Fuck, she’s beautiful. I cup her breast, rubbing my thumb over her nipple causing it to pebble and another soft moan escapes her throat. Her grip becomes almost vicious as she takes and takes from my lips until her body stiffens above me. She rips away, shaking as her orgasm overcomes her.
I take in the beauty of her release—the way her head is thrown back, hair tumbling around her shoulders, having fallen out of the knot she had it in. Her skin flushed pink and coated with a light sheen of sweat. Everything about her pleasure is breathtaking. She collapses against my chest, head cuddled into the crook of my neck. I run my hands up and down her back, petting her as her body comes down from the pleasure. She sighs in contentment and my heart is damned near bursting with love for this woman.
"You're dangerous."
"Oh yeah? And why's that, Kitten?"
Her hands fist my shirt and I can see the thoughts running through her mind. She's trying to decide if she should tell me the truth or evade the question. She sits up in my lap looking at me earnestly.
"Because you could make me fall for you." She whispers the words and they sound like a promise, not the warning she probably meant them as.
Cupping her face in my hand, I trail my thumbs over the rosy blush on her cheeks. "Then I guess that means you're deadly, because I've already fallen."
Shock flits through her expression, but I slam my mouth on hers before she has a chance to respond. Her eyes spark with renewed arousal as she groans into my mouth, meeting my tongue stroke for stroke.
My cock is aching behind the confines of my jeans, but when she starts rocking back and forth it hurts so good. I can feel the heat of her pussy even through the layers of our clothes. She’s burning for me and I can’t wait to bury myself to the hilt inside her.
Blake pulls at my shirt like the cotton is the most offensive thing she’s ever laid eyes on. I pause our kiss long enough to tug the shirt over my head, then my lips are back on her. Licking and kissing at her swollen lips, claiming them for my own while her small hands roam over my chest and shoulders like she’s trying to memorize every inch.
Tangling my hands in her hair, I pull until she’s arching back, giving me access to lick and nip at her delicate neck. I place a gentle kiss to the spot where her pulse thrums just under the skin. The sound of rendering fabric fills the room as I rip the frayed material of her shirt from her body, baring the perfect globes of her breasts to me.
She gasps and looks offended that I ripped her clothes. I won’t apologize, though, because they were in my way. Nothing is ever going to stand in my way of taking her.
I latch onto her nipple and suck it deep into my mouth. Her gasp of annoyance morphs into a gasp of pleasure as I lap and suck at her pebbled flesh. I alternate between each breast, showing them equal attention. Unable to wait another second to be inside her, I push her up from my lap and yank her ridiculous shorts from her hips before shoving my jeans off. I pull her back down, lining up with her wet heat—desperately willing myself to have the strength to stop and wrap up if she asks it of me. I hate the idea of putting anything between us. I hate the idea of not filling her full of my seed and marking her as mine, and mine alone.
“Kitten,” I growl, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “I want you to ride my cock. I want to feel that tight little cunt wrapped around me, squeezing me tight and milking my cum. I want to be buried deep when I fill you full and put my baby in you.”
Glazed eyes meet mine and without a word Blake pushes herself down onto my length. Her exquisite heat surrounds me as she slowly takes each thick inch. She swivels her hips, trying to adjust to my size. I bite down on my tongue, willing myself to hold back. The last thing I want is to hurt her, but this pace is killing me.
“Fuck you’re so tight. Fucking drenched for me.” I slowly thumb her clit, lightly rubbing the sensitive button. What feels like hours or days later, she finally loosens enough to sink the rest of the way onto me. Stuffed full, she breathlessly moans. Her pussy contracts around my length as I rub her clit with more pressure, building her into a quick orgasm.
“That’s it, Kitten. Come all over my cock.”
She’s still clenching my cock when I lift her by her ass and drop her back down, controlling her movements. Her lips part on a soundless scream as her orgasm builds and builds. Her nails bite into my shoulders, probably drawing blood, but I don’t give a fuck. My only care in the world is the heat surrounding my dick. The slick sounds of her pussy as I fuck up into her. The bounce of her full tits with every thrust.
“Ohmigod…” Blake is mindlessly moaning, calling out to God and begging me to fuck her harder. To give her more. To never stop. What she doesn’t realize, is that I would rather die than stop. I do exactly what she begs for… I give her more.
Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I roll it between my teeth, adding an edge of pain to her pleasure. I pinch her clit between my fingers as I pound up into her. Then she’s coming. Screaming to the heavens and soaking me with her release.
I’m balancing on the edge, barely holding on. I’m seconds away from exploding, but I hold back, lost to the vision that is Blake’s pleasure. She is completely wanton, not holding back a single ounce of herself. In this moment, I’m completely certain that I’ve fallen in love with this girl. At that realization, I let go of my resolve and bury myself so deep inside her, my cock kisses her womb. Hard jerks of my cock pump my seed into her unprotected womb while she shudders through the last of her orgasm.