Southern Seduction (58 page)

Gradually, her sobs quiet down until they become non-existent. Once the torrential outpouring of tears subsides and I go from having a hysterical woman in my arms to a calm one, my dick decides to start to wake up. I’ve craved the sunshine and delicate feminine scent of Violet so badly that you’d think it’s a drug. Hell, to me, it sure as fuck seems to be. Now, with her body plastered warmly against mine as I breathe in the smell of her hair, my body is coming back to life. Hard.

Sliding my hands down her back, I grip her waist with the intention of setting her aside on the bed so that I can leave. I startle when she grips my shoulder and cries out, “No!”

Before I can ask her what she wants, she starts rocking against me. Gently at first, but when I don’t push her away, she picks up the pressure. I want so badly to ball up and push her away, but my goddamn body is a traitor and my hands are now gripping her hips and helping her move back and forth.

Sitting up straight, she leans back a bit and looks down at my face. The silence stretches for countless moments as we stare at each other. I know this look that she’s giving me as well as I know my name, and I nod my understanding at her. Without hesitation, she grabs the hem of the t-shirt she wore to bed—one of mine, I notice—and whips it over her head.

My dick has already been in the process of getting hard, but one look at her nearly naked body has it standing at full attention. Only a tiny pair of pink panties keeps her from being totally exposed to me, and I want to rip those fuckers off with my teeth.

Fisting my hands in her hair, I yank her forward and cover her mouth with mine. Our first kiss in three months is not gentle. It is carnal, punishing, chaotic—almost painful. There is too much need, too much pent up desire between us for either of us to slow down. Our tongues duel as we devour each other, almost as if we’re both afraid that, at any moment, it will be over. Moaning into my mouth, she grinds herself against me in the most erotic of ways. Reaching between us, I slide my fingers into her underwear, growling into her mouth when I find that she is literally soaked.

I practically know Violet’s body better than my own, know the pattern and pressure to use to make her come fast and hard, and within a minute she rips her mouth from mine, tilts her head back and cries out my name as she soaks my fingers with her release. Tossin’ her onto the bed, I stand up and rip my clothes off. She watches me with hooded and lust-filled eyes as I bare myself to her, and I groan low in my throat when she slides her fingers into her panties and begins to play with her pussy.

Just seein’ her like this, legs spread, fingers moving beneath the silk of her underwear, is almost enough to make me come. Gripping my cock in my hand, I start stroking it as I watch her. From experience, I know that this drives her wild. Over the years, she’s spent hundreds of hours watching me stroke my dick. Both of us are visual people, and I can’t even count how many times we’ve masturbated for each other. I personally love the way it feels to watch her fuck herself while she watches me jerk off.

I want to tug my cock until I come on her lips, but I force myself to stop. Walking to the edge of the bed, I grab the sides of her underwear and tear them off of her. Her closely shaven sexy little triangle is a sight for sore eyes, and I bend over and inhale her as I watch her fingers spread her sweet honey all over her clit. Spreading her legs wide with my shoulders, I slide my hands under her ass and lift her to my mouth.

My tongue meets her fingers and we work in tandem playing with her clit. She calls my name out again and again as I tongue fuck her, and I inhale her like a starving man. She’s as hot and desperate for it as ever, and I wonder how she could have survived three months without being fucked hard and often. Just as she’s about to come, I pull my tongue away and grab her finger with my mouth to keep it away from her clit.

Rolling her hips, she tries to get me to go back to work. I move her legs off my shoulder and set her down on the bed before climbing over her. Eye to eye, she whimpers as she watches me slide my right hand down to her drenched cunt. I play with her lazily, nowhere near hard enough to get her off.

Like I said, I know her body, and I know what to do to keep her orgasm on the runway, desperately searching for a landing. I’m angry again. Angry that I’ve been denied the pleasure of having this body for the last three months, angry that I should be fucking her as my wife right now. I’m angry that I wonder if there have been others where only I’d ever gone before she left.

“Please, Ryder… oh, please… take me, baby. Fuck me!”

Looking into her eyes, I shake my head as I slide two fingers inside of her insanely tight sex and slowly begin thrusting them in and out. “You left because you didn’t want
me
, didn’t want
this
anymore. Tell me who else you let touch my pussy, Vi. Did anyone make you come like I do? Did any of them make you come like I make you come, so hard and so much that you soak the sheets? Tell me, Violet. Tell me who you gave my pussy to. Tell me if you came screaming.
Tell me the truth
.”

Shaking her head emphatically, she whimpers as her hands come up to grab my face. Forcing me to look at her she says, “I have never, not for one second, stopped wanting you. I could never give myself to anyone else because I gave all of myself to you, and that was forever. I’ve only ever been yours. I love you, Ryder Jennings. I’m only ever going to love you.”

Three months ago, I would have said that I knew when Violet was lying and that I could tell that she was being straight with me right now. Honestly, I don’t think she’s lyin’ right now. Her eyes say that she’s telling the truth. But the thing is—I don’t know if I can believe her anymore.

She seems to sense that she’s losing me, almost as if she knows that I’m seconds away from leaving the room, because she grabs my cock and begins to stroke it. “Fuck me, Ryder. Take what belongs to you.”

Spreading her legs wide with my torso, I line up with her pussy. Looking down at her I growl, “If you put me in, I’m not going to be tender. I’m going to fuck you—and I don’t mean gently.”

She full body shudders beneath me as she nods. “God, yes.”

Shaking my head, I give it to her straight. “Listen to what I’m sayin’ and know what you’re sayin’ yes to. This is your last chance, Vi. I’m going to fuck you hard enough that you won’t be able to sit down without feeling me in you tomorrow. If you’ve been out of commission for three months, taking my thick cock is going to be a challenge. I don’t have slow and gentle in me right now. I’m going to stuff you full of cock and fuck you until neither of us can fucking move anymore, and then I’m going to come deep inside you. Can you take it?”

Looking into my eyes she says, “I want your cock. I want you. Take me.”

I’ve given her the chance to go and she isn’t taking it, so I take her at her word that she’s ready for what I’m about to do. She’s been with me for long enough to know that I’m not a minute-man. Hell, I’m not a twenty-minute man. When I want it hard, I can go for quite a while. Tonight, I want it harder than I ever have.

Nodding at her, I growl as she lines me up and rubs the tip of my cock against her slippery opening. The heat of her arousal hits the tip of me like a nuclear blast, and I lose my ability to be patient. Grabbing her hips, I shift back a bit, lift her up and then slam into her with one hard thrust. She lets out a scream that would wake the neighbors, if I had any, as I let out a yell at the same time. For half a second I worry that I’ve gone too hard, but then I feel her hands gripping my ass and I start pounding into her with a speed and ferocity that surprises even me.

I use the spring of the mattress to my advantage, maneuvering her body so that with every thrust, she automatically bounces up and down my dick. I smirk when she comes within two minutes, screaming like a fucking banshee as her body writhes against mine and filth pours out of her mouth that would make the best buckle-bunny proud.

“So goddamn deep, fuck!” she shouts as I thrust. The wet sound of our frantic joining combining with the squeak of the mattress, her filthy talk, uninhibited noises, plus the slamming of the headboard against the wall, is like music to my ears.

I fuck her like I hate her, but I don’t hate her at all. I fucking love her as much as ever, and I hate
myself
for that. Changing the position up, I grab her ankles and push them up toward her head as I fuck harder and go deeper.

She wails beneath me, tears pouring out of her eyes as she seizes up around me and comes calling out my name, her come drenching my cock. Baby gets so fucking wet, and I love that it makes it even hotter and more slippery in her cunt. I fuck hard, pulling back only when I feel like I want to come. Every time that she comes beneath me I’m tempted to let go, but I promised her rough and I want her to fucking remember who’s dick makes her come like a fucking madwoman. This is a fuck of a reminder, and I’m pounding it into her with a purposeful ferocity that I’ve never had before.

After another of her mammoth orgasms, I flip her over onto her knees and slam back inside. She cries out as she shudders beneath me, coming again quickly just from the position. She loves to be ridden hard, and I hold her hips firmly as I fuck her like an animal.

Leaning over I growl into her ear, “Who’s fucking pussy is this, Vi?”

There seems to be no hesitation on her part as she turns to meet my eyes. “Yours, Ryder. My pussy is yours.
I’m yours
. Everything is yours. It’s all yours.”

It’s the honesty in her eyes that does me in. Pulling out, I flip her over again and cover her body with mine as I thrust back inside of her. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, she holds on as I fuck into her, slower but no less hard.

With my forehead against hers I groan out, “Feed me, Vi. Give me what’s mine.”

I feel her hand between us, her fingers brushing against me as she collects what I want. Pulling her hand back out from between us, she slides two fingers into my mouth and lets me suck the taste of us from them. When I finish, she slides the next two fingers in before pulling them out and replacing them with her tongue. We kiss for real this time, passionate and deep, our bodies moving against each other in time with our tongues. The taste in my mouth is us, our blend, something I can only ever have with her, and I revel in it. We’ve had a joke forever about the house blend being our ambrosia, and the intensity of being inside of her and tasting us is bringing me to my knees.

Pulling back from her mouth, I bite her bottom lip gently before pulling it out and sucking on it. I let go with a growl and then stare down at her. “I’m about to come, Vi, gonna come fuckin’ hard. Come with me.”

Sliding her hand back between us, I feel her rubbing her clit as I slide in and out of her. I watch her eyes and listen to her sounds, and when her pussy starts seizing up and fluttering against me, I fuck her hard and fast the way that she likes. Opening her mouth wide, she rakes her nails down my back as she begins to come and I let myself go and start filling her full of my release. The heat of my come inside of her has always made her come extra hard, and this is no different. She gasps for air and cries out my name again and again as she comes, and my dick spurts like a fucking volcano that is no longer dormant.

When we’re both done, I collapse on top of her like an overwhelmed marathon runner. She runs her hands up and down my back and across my ass just like she has always done after sex, and I am so content that I let it go on—even as a voice in my head is tryin’ to remind me that I shouldn’t be letting my guard down. I’m fucking beat from coming so hard, so I roll us over so that she’s on top, wrap my arms around her and promptly start to drift off.

I wake up just before dawn with Violet wrapped in my arms and her head resting on my shoulder. It feels so damn right to have her back in my arms, but I’m annoyed with myself for falling asleep and staying. She’s been home for less than a day and already I can’t keep my damn hands off of her.

Shifting her head against my chest, she lets out what sounds like a sad sigh. “I can feel you getting tense, Ry. We need to talk.”

My defenses immediately go up. I
know
that we need to talk—I’m not an idiot—but I just don’t know if I can take hearing her tell me why she left. It’s so obvious that I’m just not what she really wants or needs. Call me a coward, but hearing this woman tell me that she vanished into thin air because she realized she wasn’t in love with me anymore isn’t high on my to-do list. If it wouldn’t make me look like a total pussy, I’d tell her I’m not interested in an explanation. Of course, I’d be lyin’. No, I’ve got to ball up, sit here and take it like a man.

She seems to understand that my silence is an agreement, and she starts to speak.

“The best way for me to start is at the beginning. You know that my dad’s mental problems were a huge issue in my house growing up. It’s why Dustin, Daisy and I spent so much time with granddaddy and ma-ma. I loved my daddy, but I was scared to death of him at the same time. For a while he’d be fine, and then suddenly all rational thought was gone and he was terrifying. He’d go from loving us to tearing through our closets looking for ‘devices’ he said we used to spy on him. He screamed at people on the street about conspiracy theories, refused to eat for days at a time because he was convinced people were trying to kill him. Having granddaddy and ma-ma take us in was a godsend. It broke their hearts that their son was so ill, ripped them up that there was nothing that they could do to help him—so they threw themselves into making sure that we were okay. Without them… I don’t know how I would have survived.”