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It goes quiet for a couple of minutes, and I go to press the buzzer again, expecting a fight, but instead, she shocks the shit out of me when the door unlocks. I quickly open it before she changes her mind, then rush to the third floor. When I reach 5A, the door opens before I can even think about lifting my hand to knock. She's in a large t-shirt and nothing else, and I want to tear it off her body until I notice the deputy on the patch, and I know it's her father's. I had Flame do a check on her for me. Not only was he a family man and a well-respected deputy who was on good terms with us, but he was her world. His death left a hole in her and her mother's hearts.
I check her out from her bare feet, all the way up her lean legs past her thick thighs and wide hips, up her flat stomach and tits that are a handful at least and are free, her nipples poking through her shirt, up to her luscious full lips that she's currently biting, past her small, cute nose, meeting those gorgeous green eyes of hers. I step forward, and her breathing picks up before I wrap my fist around her long, red hair that's down. I rub my nose along hers as I rasp, "I know I fucked up a few weeks ago. I shouldn't have made that claim about you in front of the man you call a boyfriend, but know this, Pixie, I'm done waiting."
Her eyes are wide, and she goes to say something, but I don't let her; instead, I lean the rest of the way forward and crush my lips to hers, making her gasp, creating the entry I need to shove my tongue down her throat. I expected her to push me back, but she fucking doesn't; nope, she pulls me closer. I wrap my arm around her waist before pushing her up against the door frame, pressing my hips forward so she can feel what she does to me against her stomach. She whimpers as I tilt my head, deepeningthe kiss, while her hands go from clutching my cut to sliding up my chest and over my broad shoulders to around the back of my neck, clutching me tightly to her.
I know I should slow the kiss; I should pull back so we can talk, but I can't. I fucking can't. I haven't had sex in nearly three months, and this woman—she's the only one I fucking want. It's why I can't understand how Dag let someone else fucking touch him because the thought of anyone but this woman right here touching me makes me shiver in disgust.
I slowly lower my hands from her lower back down to her luscious ass before gripping it tightly, lifting her, and making her wrap her legs around my waist before I walk into her apartment. I slam the door with my boot before pushing her up against it, grinding my hard-on against her pantie-covered pussy, making her moan and fuck if it doesn't make my dick twitch in my jeans.
Shit, I can't wait any longer; I fucking can't.
Using my hips to hold her up as I pull her top over her head, I know in the back of my mind not to rip the material before I latch on to one of her hardened nipples, making her gasp as my other hand goes to her other tit, pulling and twisting the nipple as I suck and bite down on the one I'm latched on to. Her hands gripped my head, keeping me in place like I'd fucking move. After I finished my attention on her nipple, I let go of it, moving my mouth back to hers as my hand went down to my jeans.
I quickly unbuckle the belt and unbutton my jeans before pulling my hard cock out. I tear her panties from her body, making her gasp again as I deepen the kiss. I press the head of my cock at her entrance. I know I should ask her about protection, but I haven't been with anyone in months. I know from the information Flame dug up that she's on the pill, so without any hesitation, I push into her hard, bottoming out, making her break the kiss, her head tilting back. At the same time, my lips instantly latch onto her neck.
Fuck me, she's fucking tight.
I hold still for a minute, letting her get used to my girth before she wiggles her hips. I take it as a sign to move before I slowly move my hips back and then thrust them forward, making her gasp and moan. I catch her lips again with mine, making her suck my bottom lip into her mouth, latching onto my lip ring, and making me groan out in pleasure. Our kiss heats up as my hips start to move faster, slamming into her harder while ensuring to grind my pelvis against her clit before pulling my hips back eachtime. Our breathing gets heavier, our kiss hungrier, my hips slamming into her over and over until we're a sweaty mess.
This isn't how I thought our first time would be, but fuck me if it's not hot.
My spine starts to tingle as she starts to tighten around me. I latch onto her nipple again, sucking and biting it hard as my speed picks up. She's moaning and begging, pleading for me to make her cum, "Please, please, please."
It's my undoing. I place my lips back on hers, kissing her hard as my hand goes between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rub it hard in slow circles, my hips thrusting into her as I rasp against her lips, "That's it, Pixie, cum for me, squeeze my fucking cock," and she does.
Her pussy squeezes me tightly, almost strangling me as our breaths mix together, our lips only touching while her hands grip my shoulders. She cums hard. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and fuck if that isn't a beautiful sight to see.
I start to see stars as my cock swells inside her, and I cum hard, roaring her name as my hips begin to buck before slowing down. I keep thrusting lightly until all of my seed is inside her before I lean forward and take her lips again in a passionate, slow kiss, putting all of my feelings that she makes me feel into it. Once I know my cum has finished spurting out of my tip and my cock is softening, I slow the kiss before stopping, keeping my dick deep inside her tight pussy.
I rub my nose against hers as our eyes connect, our spark shining through, the connection between us setting a light, a fire surrounding us.
I kiss her lightly before rasping, "Which ones your room baby?"
She blinks, looking at me from under her lashing as her breathing becomes slower, before nodding towards the purple door. I kiss her again, then rasp against her lips, "Hope you're not tired, Pixie because I'm not finished with you," before I carry her towards her room, my now hardening cock staying inside her.
I spent the rest of the night getting to know her body and her mine, fucking finally feeling whole.
Chapter 8
Sophie – 4 weeks later
I wave bye to Ava, our other receptionist, who likes people, unlike Lucy, who hates everyone and anyone, before walking out of the practice. I was supposed to be off today, but one of our vets called in sick, and I was called to cover, which I obviously couldn't turn down despite working all day yesterday. Taking on mom's mortgage hasn't been easy; I'm just lucky it's only $1,500 a month instead of $2100, which was supposed to be upped after the $10,000 payment, which Todd thankfully wrote off without his father knowing. Still, with my shared rent, bills, and food, which contrasts with ramen noodles, I only have roughly $10 each month left for gas, which means they call, and I come in, much to my mother's dismay and Jackson's.
I smile when Jackson comes to mind as I jump into my Jeep, and my stomach flutters when I remember the morning after we slept together until it churns. The feeling of a whore returns even though I'm not.
I can feel myself start to wake up, and I stretch but instantly freeze when I feel a hard body behind mine, a strong arm wrapped around my stomach. I peek my eyes open and look down to see an inked, tanned arm holding me tightly, and I swallow hard before my memories return.
Jackson.
A smile graces my face.
He spent the whole night getting to know my body, spending hours bringing me to orgasm over and over again. My heart flutters as he groans in his sleep, pulling me even closer to his body if that's even possible. When I know he's settled again, I slowly turn in his arms, place my chin on his chest, and watch this beautiful man sleep like the weirdo that I am. I bring my hand up and start to slowly trace a finger around his face. Hiseyes closed with his full lashes fanning his cheeks, and his strong jaw relaxed.
He's a work of art, and his tattoos add to the mystery and bad boy persona he has going on.
I'm lost watching him when his hand gently moves up my back and then back down again, tracing his fingers along my spine before his piercing gray eyes open and lock contact with my green ones.
He smiles before leaning forward, kissing my lips gently before rasping, his voice full of sleep,
