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“Carmine,” she says and gasps as I pull her tighter and press my body to hers. The tension is still there, thick and growing heavier, and I don’t understand it but it’s driving me wild. I need her to release this feeling, release it fucking now, and I’ll do anything to make us connect again. “I feel like I’m losing myself.”
“Your friends love you, filthy girl.” I touch her cheek with my other hand. “They’ll do anything for you and you know it. How can you say the world is all bad when you have that? And how can I say the world is all bad when you’re in it?”
“I thought my family was the only thing that really mattered,” she says and closes her eyes. “I thought everything else was second to that.”
“You were wrong.”
She nods slowly and opens her eyes, staring into mine. “You’re right. The world’s fucked up and dirty, and I’ve been rolling around in it this whole time without realizing. But you’re also right that there’s good in it too. You’ve been trying to protect me, haven’t you? Every time I’ve needed someone, you’ve been there.”
“I couldn’t come back because I was afraid I’d get you killed. I found out it was one of my capos that hired the hit on us, but I took care of him, and I realized something. I’ll never stamp out the darkness, but I can at least hold on to what’s good.”
“And I’m good?”
“You’re all that’s good in my life.”
“Kiss me before I cry again,” she whispers.
And I slam my lips to hers as the tension that’s been building and building finally snaps into an exquisite crescendo. Her mouth is so hungry and her lips are so soft and her body is so warm, and I can’t help but devour her because it’s true that she’s the only decent thing I’ve ever had.
For once, I want to cherish the light instead of trying to tarnish it.
For the first time ever, I want to raise myself up instead of trying to drag everything down around me.
I want to be worthy of her.
I pull her to the couch and press her against its back. She gasps as I lift her, sitting her down on the headrest, and she wraps her legs around me. I kiss her, nibbling her lips, and pull her hair until I’m licking her throat and neck and back to her mouth again tasting her tongue. I want to earn her and I want to keep her and I want to make her feel everything she deserves, all the pleasure she’s been missing for all these years. She moans into my mouth and I carry her around to the front of the couch and put her down into my lap. She moves her hips, writhing there, straddling me as I pull her tank top off and cup her beautiful breasts, her pink nipples so stiff and lovely, and I suck them and lick them and bite them before kissing her plump lips again.
“Don’t think this means I forgive you,” she whispers as she shimmies back and pulls off my pants. I rip off my shirt and toss it aside as she strokes my hard cock over my boxer briefs on her knees in front of me. “I’m still pissed.”
“Good. Take it out on me.” She nuzzles my hand as I touch her face then grip her hair. I take out my cock, my thick and throbbing cock, and she opens her mouth and licks the tip, sucking off the precum before sliding my shaft between her lips. I moan as she sucks me, moving faster and faster, until I drag her back up and pin her face-down on the couch and peel her panties off like I’m unwrapping a present.
She’s pink and glistening as my fingers tease her from behind. She’s a gift and more than I deserve but I can be worthy of her. I can be a better man. I spread her wide and lick her, lapping at her pussy, sucking and loving her taste. She wiggles her hips and moans, her face in the pillows, and I pin her down as I slide my fingers inside.
I whisper, “Don’t think that just because I think you’re decent, I’ll stop trying to make you a dirty little girl.”
“You better not.” She gasps as I slide my fingers out and pull her up against me. I kiss her over her shoulder and cup her breasts.
“You’re still my filthy girl,” I say in her ear. My cock is so hard I think it might break and all I want to do is fill her and make her lose herself in bliss. That’s my repentance, my worship. If I spent the rest of my life licking her soaking cunt and making her come then that would be a life well spent. “You’re still all mine, little filthy girl.”
“I’m all yours,” she says and spreads her legs as I push her down and she takes me nice and deep.
I groan as I fill her. She’s so wet, so warm, it’s like fucking heaven. In and out, sliding deeper and deeper. I grip her hips and slap her ass and pull her hair and kiss her over her shoulder and whisper filthy things in her ear as we grind and fuck and moan together. “I want to fill you, filthy girl, I want to see you on all fours shivering and moaning with my cum dripping from your pretty pussy. I want you willing to take me whenever I want you, and I promise I’ll want you all the time. I want you sore, and tired, and still sucking my cock and riding me until you can’t walk the next day. I want to break you, rebuild you, and fuck you into submission all over again.”
“Carmine,” she moans as I pull back, turn her around, and plunge back inside of her. I kiss her neck and lick her breasts as I fuck her and she grinds her hips against me, bucking fast, her arms wrapped around my neck. “I want this, I want this, Ineedthis,” she says.
I go faster, grinding and thrusting and glowing with every amazing stroke. “I need this too, God, I fucking need it.”
“I’m going to come, fuck, I’m so close, you asshole, keep fucking me.”
“I love your dirty little mouth, you filthy fucking girl.”
Her back arches and she cries out as the orgasm rips through her. I groan my pleasure and there’s nothing more beautiful than Brice’s naked body shivering, flushed and coming, and I can’t help myself as I release deep between her legs. We finish together in a writhing mass of sweat and flesh and cum, and I kiss her deep and linger there, tasting her, unwilling to let go.
I wrap my arms tight around her body and she snuggles up against my chest. She grins that dreamy-sleepy-hazy smile of a girl that’s been thoroughly pleased and is completely spent, and I grin back.
“This doesn’t mean we’re back together,” she says, eyes sparkling mischievously.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. I have a lot more work to do.”
