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Sebastian
I inch her back toward the dining room table as I deepen the kiss. I know I upset her. I fucking told her I’d been shot.
It was years ago, but the pained look on her face transported me back to that day.
I was cocky, inexperienced and unaware of my surroundings. I thought the uniform on my back and the gun at my waist would intimidate anyone enough that they’d step the hell out of my way.
The guy holding a handgun in my direction didn’t give a shit that I was a cop.
He just wanted his wife to stay.
She was standing ten feet behind him with a baby girl in her arms and a suitcase at her feet.
I tried to de-escalate the situation, but it was useless.
The bullet ripped through my shoulder and into the wall behind me. I heard another shot before it was over.
He threw the gun on the floor, took a few steps back and dropped to his knees when my partner, at the time, drew his weapon.
His wife shielded their baby in her arms in the corner away from the gunfire.
It was over in seconds, but the impact has lasted for years.
I pull back from the kiss to hold Matilda’s face in my hands. “Let me take care of you tonight.”
She only nods in response, her eyes searching mine for some reassurance that I’m fine.
The shooting feels like it was a lifetime ago to me, but to her, it’s fresh and vivid in her mind’s eye.
I slide my hands down to her waist before I pick her up and place her on the table on her ass.
She slithers forward. “Here? Like this?”
I kiss her softly. “Right here.”
Her eyes skim my face and body. “You don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t need one.” I kiss her cheek before my lips graze a path down her neck. “I’m not fucking you right now. I’m going to use my hand to make you come.”
She squirms in place. The red lace panties she’s wearing already wet from her need.
I tug her shirt over head and goose bumps crawl up her silky skin.
I lower my mouth to her left breast, plumping it with my hand before I take her nipple between my teeth and bite.
She lets out a yelp. “That hurt.”
“You liked it,” I say in a low tone. “It felt good.”
“So good,” she affirms in a moan. “You’re so good to me.”
I want to be. That’s all I fucking want right now is to be everything she needs me to be.
I take her other nipple between my teeth and lash it with the tip of my tongue. Her hand dips to her navel but I still it with my moan.
“It’s mine. It’s all mine.”
The force of my words makes her groan. “Jesus, Sebastian. That’s so hot.”
I inch my hand lower until it skims the waistband of her panties. I trace a path to the side, bunching the thin fabric in my hand before I tear it apart in one swift movement.
She looks down, her eyes wide saucers of wonder.
“You just...” her voice gets lost in the sound of pleasure that flies out of her when my fingers graze her clit.
I rip the panties away from her body. We both watch the shredded pieces of lace fall to the floor.
I step closer to her, wrapping her legs around me as I slide two fingers into her tight channel.
“Yes,” she hisses under her breath.
“Yes,” I echo against her mouth.
I finger her slowly. It’s a taste of what I’ll do to her in my bed before the night is over.
I can’t get enough of her.
I’ll always want more. That should scare the fuck out of me, but it doesn’t.
It offers me a sense of peace I’ve never felt before.
***
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
I’m not crying. If I were, it would be tears of joy.
I’m straining to contain myself because I’m buried in Matilda’s pussy and she’s clawing the sheets like a wild animal that can’t be tamed.
“You like it this deep,” I growl as I fold myself over her back.
She’s on her stomach. Her beautiful plump ass is resting against me as I drive my dick into her with long, even strokes.
Sweat peppers every inch of my skin and hers.
We’ve been fucking for hours.
I brought her to orgasm with my fingers on the dining room table. She blew me in return.
Then I licked her while she rode my face on the sofa before I carried her to my bed and slid my dick between her perfect tits.
Now, she’s inching her ass closer to my body as I try with every ounce of strength I have left not to come before her.
“Come,” I demand, my voice an angry roar.
“Fuck me harder.” She screams. “Harder.”
I do. I brace my foot on the bed and pound into her with deep, measured thrusts.
I hold her in place with my hands, pinning her to the mattress.
I feel her inch closer, her pussy gripping me like a vise. “I’m going to...”
“Come,” I say one last time as she rides my dick to her climax before I lose control and come hard chanting her name.
