Page 63 of Alonzo

I withdraw my hand from between her legs, drag my wet fingertips up her stomach, and touch her lips. She opens her mouth and her tongue darts out, licking my fingers. I stick them inside her mouth and she sucks on them.

Soon—maybe not right now, but soon—she will be doing that to my cock. And it will be real.

Her hand grips mine and takes my fingers out of her mouth, her tongue playing with the tips for a moment. “Come on, Lonnie. Play along. You’re letting yourself get distracted.”

“I know,” I say, sighing out the words. “But I just can’t believe it’s really you. I can’t force it to make sense.”

“It can make sense later. But right now, we’re in this moment. And I don’t want you to miss it.”

She’s right. This might be the most special moment in our entire lives. We are never going to get to meet each other in person for the first time ever again.

I don’t want to miss it either. So I keep the game going. “I’m jerking off.”

Her hand obeys. Tugging on my cock. Squeezing it, Sliding up and down in an even, almost agonizingly slow, rhythm.

“Well, I’m taking off my pants.” She winks and shoots me a mischievous grin.

And then I’m totally back in the moment. All those feels can wait. Because right now all I want to do is fuck her into tomorrow.

I get up on my knees. Her hand never loses its grip on my cock. And I drag her too-big jeans down her legs and toss them aside. Then I rip open her panties.

Her bra cups are still pulled down, but I leave them alone. I like the way they lift up her tits.

I straddle her thighs, my cock right above her pussy, her hand still massaging it with those same long, even strokes. “I’m leaving my pants on. Because all I want is to be inside you, Tara. Right now.”

She pushes my cock down until it slides between the lips of her pussy. I can feel her entrance. The heat and slick wetness. And I want nothing more than to shove the whole length of my dick up inside her and make her scream.

But I don’t. I take a breath and hold it. Letting her control me the way she’s letting me control her.

“Tell me what to do.” Her blue eyes blink up at me. Like she is this pure, innocent maiden. I know it’s a lie. I know everything we’ve been doing for the past two years is a lie.

But if we both believe it, does it matter?

“Open your legs, Tara.”

She bends her knees and brings them up to her chest, practically inviting my hands to push her knees up and open and spread her wide.

She still has a hold of my shaft and I almost growl with anticipation when she begins sliding the tip of my cock back and forth across her clit, spreading the wetness I created with my fingers just a few minutes ago.

I can’t tell if she’s teasing me, torturing me, or just trying to kill me with that little move. I have to close my eyes, that’s how good it feels.

She moans a little and then I slip inside her and…

“Ohhhh, God,” I moan too. Because she is so wet. So ready for me. I slip easily past the tight muscles of her pussy. They grip me as I go deeper and deeper. Further and further inside her.

I lower my chest down on top of her breasts, my hands reaching under her long, dark hair and gripping and pulling it tight, mimicking the way her pussy grips my cock. My mouth finds hers and suddenly we are hungry for each other, our tongues living a wild life of their own. She bites my lip and I nip her back, making her squirm underneath me. Which only makes everything feel better.

But I want to watch her move as we fuck. I want to see her face when she comes. So I roll us over, never breaking contact, and suddenly she is on top of me. Her face lights up in a smile, her long hair now tickling my chest.

“Fuck me, Tara. Right now.”

She flattens both hands on my chest. Planting them right on the faces of a sailor and the siren calling him to his death. Every day when I look in the mirror I see this tattoo. It’s a warning and I put it there to remind me that it will be a woman who brings me down in the end.

But I do not give one flying fuck.

If Tara Tanner asked me to spill all my secrets right here, right now, I would.

I would be powerless against her seductive song and I would spill.