Missing Hart (31 page)

With one hard thrust, he was in so deep that it hurt. After not being penetrated for four years, he filled me to capacity and then some. I screamed out in ecstasy and clawed at his shirt as his hips pumped into me at warp speed. My back was banging against the door with every punishing thrust and I didn’t care. I felt him in every part of my body as he pounded in and out, our mouths smashed together as we kissed like two maniacs. We were a mess of teeth and tongue, the pain turning immediately into pleasure.

I had never been loud during sex but I was so hot that I was literally begging him to fuck me harder. Clawing at his back I bit his lip before throwing my head back and yelling out as I came.

“Fucking tightest, hottest little cunt… still so fucking perfect,” he growled as he continued thrusting.

A few minutes later I realized that I no longer felt the door against my back and I noticed that he was now sliding me up and down his shaft instead of pounding into me. Looking around I saw that he was walking us to the bedroom.

Lifting me off of him he dropped me on the bed before helping me undress. I watched him tear his clothes off before he climbed over me on the bed, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs wide as he stared down at my sex. I whimpered as I waited for him to put himself back inside of me, but instead he dropped down and reverently buried his face between my legs.

He devoured me like I was something he couldn’t get enough of, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to make me go wild. He had always loved to go down on me, but now it seemed almost as if he was incapable of stopping. I thrashed on the bed under him, crying out as he licked and sucked my clit and fucked me with his fingers. I was so wet that there was no mistaking the noise in the room for anything other than what it was, something that only served to make me wetter. I gripped his head in my hands and thrust up against his tongue as I sought to come again, desperate for the release that only he could provide. I hadn’t felt as alive or as turned on as I did now at any point in time in the last four years.

“Please,” I cried out incoherently. “Please!”

Sliding his tongue up into my channel he went as deep as he could before beginning to wiggle against me in time with this finger that was now working on my clit. I was a goner with the first wiggle, and within a minute I was screaming out as I came again, tears pouring down my cheeks from the intensity of my orgasm.

Lifting his face from between my legs he brought his face back to mine, dropping his lips back onto my own and kissing me desperately even as he grabbed my knees and pushed them as far out from my body as he could. Letting go of one knee, he placed the tip of his shaft at my opening before he began sinking into me slowly. He was gentle until the last second when he reared back and thrust in hard, bottoming out inside of me before getting on his knees and wrapping his arms around each of my legs as he pressed them back and held them wide as he began a punishing rhythm of body rocking thrusts.

When he wasn’t kissing me, he was watching his shaft pound in and out of me, growling as he told me how hot it was to watch my wet pussy grip his cock.

“God… Kitten… your pussy is so fucking wet… so slippery and hot… gripping my cock so fucking good…”

I yelled his name as I held onto his arms and tried to remember to breathe as I contracted around him again and again. The sensations were too much-raw, primal, animalistic-and I never wanted it to end. Turning my head I bit his arm and sucked at his skin as I felt another orgasm beginning to build inside of me. He growled and leaned in to bite my neck, the suction of his mouth so good that I spasmed all over his thrusting shaft with a scream. I was getting closer and closer to detonation with every thrust, touch, bite and lick.

The mattress was groaning in protest from the pounding it was getting as the bed slammed into the wall so hard and so fast that it sounded like there were galloping horses in the room. Both of us moaned and yelled, begged for more, harder, deeper, faster. We had never been so out of control or desperate with each other, had never been so rough. Each of us was going to be covered with bruises, bite marks and scratches, and there was a better than good chance that I wouldn’t be able to walk normally for days.

Whatever physical discomfort might come after was worth it. I was a slave to the sensations that were erupting in my body and I couldn’t have given less of a damn about bruising or walking funny later. I met him thrust for thrust, my hands making their way to his amazing and rock hard ass to dig in as I held on for dear life.

We were both bathed in sweat, our torsos sliding damply together as the scent of our lovemaking filled the room. Shifting so that he could look into my eyes while he continued his complete annihilation of my body he growled, “I’m going to destroy you for anyone else. This pussy is fucking mine, Kitten. Mine to touch, fuck, taste… fucking MINE.”

My body tingled all over, incredibly turned on by his assertion of ownership as well as by the thrill of hearing him talk dirty to me. Whereas before he had always been so loving and gentle, now he was like a man possessed.

I yelled in frustration as he pulled out and then cried out when he bit down on my left nipple while twisting the right in his hand. It hurt like hell until he released them both, alternating back and forth between each breast as he laved my nipples. He did it again and again-the pain followed by the pleasure, and he chuckled low in his throat as I begged him to let me come.

The smack of his hand against my sex made me screech, the following gentle loving with his tongue made me cry. He repeated that cycle over and over to keep me suspended right on the edge of a massive orgasm. When his face was between my legs his hands were twisting my nipples, and when was suckling my nipples his hand was hitting my sex.

Making his way back up my body he set his hand around my throat in a possessive gesture as he asked, “Has anyone else ever made you feel this good?”

Running my hands up his arm, I shook my head in the negative. “No. What about you?”

He shook his head before letting out a mirthless laugh. “God no. I should be so fucking lucky.”

I startled when he flipped me over, burying my face in a pillow to scream as he spanked me. I never would have expected it to feel as good as it did, but it was so amazing that my thighs were wet with my arousal. With one final jarring spank he gripped my ass cheeks in his hand and spread them wide.

“Put your ass as high up into the air as you can and hold these cheeks apart. I’m going to eat your pussy from behind.”

Reaching behind me I did as he asked, holding on like my life depended on it as he buried his tongue inside of me again. He slid a finger into my soaking sheath and fucked in and out in tandem with his tongue and I cried out as my eyes rolled back in my head.

Lifting my head from the pillow I cried out, “Dillon… baby… please!”

“Mmm,” he moaned, “tell me what you want Kitten.”

“You! Inside!”

He fluttered his tongue against me, shaking his head back and forth with a sexy chuckle before taking his mouth away so that he could speak.

“Oh no baby, that’s not what I was looking for. Tell me to put my cock into your hot pussy. Tell me all the ways you want me to fuck you. Say it nasty because we’re well beyond nice and easy.”

My already racing heartbeat went to quadruple time as my sex flooded with arousal at the idea of telling him what I wanted using the kind of language he was insisting on.

“I need you to put your cock into my hot, wet pussy. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to fill my pussy with your come!”

Slapping my ass as hard as he could, he positioned himself at my opening and then slammed into me. Fisting my hair in his hand he pulled my face up and forced me to look at him.

“Good girl,” he growled as he thrust.

Warmth blossomed in my chest as a result of his praise and I clenched around him as the fluttering of my approaching orgasm started to spread out. I was right there, ready to be thrown into outer space.

He yanked my head back again, shaking his head as he told me no. “You don’t get to come until I give the okay. If you come before I say that you can, I’m going to be angry.”

I whimpered low in my throat, tears filling my eyes as I tried to hang on. It was too much, too intense, too perfect and I wasn’t going to survive.

“Please,” I begged. “I can’t hold it in.”

“NOT YET! You don’t come without me!”

I whimpered and begged, cried out that I wasn’t going to last but he wouldn’t relent.

“FUCK… Kitten… your cunt is fucking heaven… I’m drowning in you.”

Goosebumps broke out all over my body as I shivered and spasmed, trying desperately to hold back the inevitable. I felt him swelling inside of me and I prayed for the strength to keep from coming.

“Please, please, please, please, please,” I begged.

“Please what,” he rasped.

“Please let me fucking come!”

He made a sound that was half groan half yell before he shouted, “Squeeze me tight Kitten, I’m almost there!”

The squeezing made me that much more desperate to come and tears were now running down my cheeks.

“No more… please… Dillon… it’s too good… I can’t!”

“I’m not sure you’ve earned it yet, baby. Do you understand that your pussy is mine?”

I nodded mindlessly. Of course I knew that.

“No nodding. Say. The. Words.”

I struggled to get out one word at a time; the lure of an unbelievable release so close that I could taste it was making it hard for me to speak.

“My… pussy… is… YOURS!”

“Fucking right it is,” he whispered as he pounded me harder.

I screamed something incoherent that was a plea for mercy.

He yanked my hair at the same time he spanked my left cheek as hard as he could before yelling, “NOW!”

I don’t think that I would have been able to hold on even one second longer. I screamed as I burst into flames from the inside out, my release wracking my entire body as I pumped back onto him while he came hot and hard inside of me with a series of guttural yells. The world went hazy around me, my eyes only able to see the tiniest sliver of the pillow that was in front of my face. It felt like it was never going to end, the explosions in my body going on and on and on as I struggled to breathe. It was agony while at the same time being the best and most beautiful feeling I’d ever had. I cried out his name again and again as he continued thrusting, only gentling his technique when my orgasm started to wind down and my knees collapsed under me.

His chest was pressed against my back, the sound of our ragged breathing filling the bedroom. Wrapping an arm around my stomach, he rolled so that we were on our sides tucked together like spoons before he buried his face in my hair. That familiar gesture tore at my heart because I remembered it so well from our time together. He was taking in my scent-something he had once told me was like a blanket of comfort to him. My skin chilled as I wondered if he did that with all of the women he slept with.

What had just happened between us was explosive and incredibly passionate, and I knew that it could be interpreted in many different ways. The two explanations that came to my mind were either that it had been a beautiful eruption of feeling after so many years apart… or I had just been hardcore hate fucked. I feared that it was the second option as opposed to the first.

I waited for him to speak, but no words were forthcoming. His fingers trailed lazily over my hip and his nose remained buried in my hair as we laid in absolute silence. My eyelids felt heavy and kept drifting shut, and it was a struggle for me to stay alert. I was too tired to move, and at some point I lost the fight and sleep claimed me.

I said nothing in the aftermath, silently hoping that she would go to sleep so that I could keep her in my bed for a little while longer. Put bluntly, I wasn’t ready to let her go. I had just had the best sex of my life bar none, but I felt guilty about how rough I had been with her. Keeping her in my bed was the best way to keep an eye on her, and I planned to do just that for the time being.

Her outburst earlier had been completely unexpected and totally out of character, at least as far as I knew. Dominique wasn’t a yeller or fighter, but she had snapped on me completely. I guess I have to admit that I probably deserved it.

The truth is that I am still angry with her. I blame her and her lies for killing my dreams and taking away the future that I wanted. The fact that I loved her with everything that I hadn’t mattered enough for her to understand that she should have been honest with me about her life. I was plagued by one question: had the person I loved ever really been there at all? I had no way to know for sure.

What I did know was that when I broke down and went back for her the day of her graduation, she couldn’t have been happier. At the time I was still a fucking wreck and I had looked like dog shit, and it sliced me to ribbons that she looked like she had just won America’s Next Top Model.

Now I literally had her back in my bed and underneath me, something I had wanted for four years, but it was a hollow victory because I knew that she had just cheated on her girlfriend with me. I wondered what lie she would create to get herself out of this jam, and selfishly I hoped her girlfriend would dump her ass. That was one way to solve the issue of having to see another person with their hands on my girl.

I held her close and breathed her in while she slept, and I berated myself because I knew that she was my fucking kryptonite. No matter how much she hurt me, I still wanted her. She was going to be my downfall again, no doubt about it.

As she slept I thought about what I needed to do in regards to my newly acquired brothers. Dominique had never said anything less than glowing about her brothers when I was with her. She had made it sound like they were the best things since sliced bread, and no matter what else she had lied about I believed that she hadn’t lied when it came to the love she had for her brothers.

If it weren’t for the fact that I remembered Dante, I might have been able to walk away… but the truth is, I felt a connection to him. The other thought I had was that the way things were now, if something ever happened to me, Leah would be left alone with no family. Letting our brothers into our lives seemed like a good choice. That meant I couldn’t afford to fuck around with Dominique. Already I was living on the edge where she was concerned, and if our family found out, shit would get ugly fast.