CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CAPONE
I’ve pictured this moment at least a thousand times, and every time it played out differently. But it always ended before I got to truly claim Tara. I don’t know if that was my conscience doing me a favor or what. No greater force is going to stop me today, though.
I slowly remove her jacket, throwing it on the floor with the rest of my clothes. Then I lift her hands over her head. Reaching for the hem of her t-shirt, I carefully draw it up and over her head. The sight of her chemo port makes me swallow hard, but it doesn’t deter me. The sight is proof this girl is a fucking fighter and only cements how fucking lucky I am to call her mine. I get to see her through these hard times. I get to love her through them. It also serves as a reminder that life is short.
It’s fragile.
I run my fingers over the clear bandage that covers it before bending my head to press my lips over it.
“Ignore it,” she whispers. “Please, Capone, just once. Let’s pretend.”
One doesn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what she’s asking. She wants to pretend she doesn’t have cancer. She wants to be seen and treated like a woman.
Lifting my head, I drink her in. Lips swollen, eyes wide and hungry. I take her cheeks in my hands and lower my mouth to hers. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve kissed her, every time is better than the last.
As I lick into her mouth, I pull down her bra straps. The perky little tits that have been fucking taunting me for months spring free, but I don’t allow myself to enjoy them just yet. Instead, I continue kissing her and snake one hand around her back, expertly unfastening her bra.
I tear my mouth away from hers as the bra falls away from her body.
Until now, I always favored big tits. The bigger the better. But Tara’s blow them all away. No more than a handful, with pink nipples that are taut and begging for my mouth.
“Fuck, you’ve got the prettiest tits, princess,” I grunt, taking them in my palms. They fit perfectly just as I knew they would. My thumb brushes over the tiny buds and she inhales sharply. “Dreamed of sucking on these for far too long. Gonna do that now, though, okay?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I grin, squeezing both tits. “Such a good girl,” Then I lower my mouth to her nipple. I start by licking it, flicking my tongue back and forth before I draw it between my lips and suck.
“Oh, God,” she murmurs, threading her fingers through my hair. “That feels so good, Capone.”
My teeth graze her nipple, pulling it tight.
“Walked around for weeks with a hard on because every time I looked at you, your nipples were hard and poking through your shirt. Fucking drove me crazy,” I growl, moving my mouth to take her other nipple into my mouth. I could fucking suck on her tits all day and night, and I’d never get enough.
My fingers find the waistband of her leggings, but I make no attempt to remove them. Whether she likes it or not, I do have to be gentle with her. She’s still suffering from the pain in her leg, and even though it comes and goes, the last thing I want to do is aggravate anything. All I want is for Tara to feel pleasure and to know she’s fucking desired.
I want to make it so fucking good for her that she loses herself to everything but the feel of my cock as it fucking stretches and claims her sweet little cunt.
Releasing her nipple, I bring my hands to her ass and lift her off the counter. She winds her legs around my waist and lowers her mouth to my neck. The feel of her hot mouth sucking on my Adam’s apple drives me insane, and it takes every ounce of control to hold her steady in my arms as I carry her to my bedroom and gently deposit her on the air mattress. Not the best, but it will do.
I drop to my knees in front of the mattress and make quick work of her boots. Then with skilled and steady hands, I remove her pants. My eyes zero in on the red thong she’s wearing, and I lick my lips in anticipation. She hooks her thumbs under the thin waistband of her thong, and slowly lifts her head, masking any discomfort as she shimmies them down her legs.
“Spread your legs for me. Let me see how fucking wet you are.”
Her cheeks flame. It dawns on me that she probably isn’t too familiar with dirty talk, and I should probably dial it down.
“I speak my mind when I fuck, Tara. It’s not everyone’s thing, and if you don’t like it?—”
She cuts me off. “I like it. I’m not the fucking prude you think I am, Capone. I’ve sucked cock, and I’ve been fingered. I’ve even watched porn. I’ve gotten myself off more times than you think. I want you to fuck me like you’d fuck anyone else. I want you to be as filthy and vulgar as you like. I want the full experience.”
Jesus fuck.
She props her feet flat against the mattress and spreads her legs as wide as she can, revealing the wet spot on the scrap of cotton. She brings her hand between her legs, moving the material to give me a prime view of her pink little cunt, and while it glistens with arousal, it’s not enough.
“Are you going to give me what I want, Capone? Or am I going to have take care of myself, again ?
There’s that fire that hooked me. It’s been contained since her diagnosis, but all it takes is one rogue ember and the blaze is back.
“You ever have your pussy eaten, princess?”
She shakes her head as I pull her panties down her legs. Kissing the inside of her thigh, I hook my arms under her knees and spread her wide. The scent of her arousal hits me, and I growl. I slide my fingers between her lips, flicking her clit. Then I plunge one finger deep inside of her. Her hips lift from the mattress, and she yelps. My eyes fly up to hers. As much as I want to make this as normal as possible, I can’t forget that our situation is complex. Her flexibility might be compromised.
“Why’d you stop?” she whimpers.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not.” She lifts her back from the bed and pushes her fingers through my hair. “I’ll tell you if something hurts, but I’m serious, Capone. I want you to treat me the way you would anyone else. I don’t know when we’ll be able to do this again once I have the surgery.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, slowly withdrawing my finger. This time when I push it back in, I do it much slower. Her pussy contracts as my thumb works her clit. Soon I feel her stretch for me, and I add another finger, moving them in and out of her tight, wet heat. It doesn’t take much for her pussy to become a wet mess, and that’s when I remove my fingers entirely, and lower my face, licking through her cunt, lapping up every drop.
Nothing, and I do mean nothing, has ever tasted sweeter to me.
Her hips buck, and she wildly thrusts against upward, riding my face. I suck and lap at her clit, pushing my fingers in and out of her as she chases her orgasm. When she finally finds it, her thighs close around my head, and she fists my hair, all while crying out my name. It’s fucking incredible.
So is the taste of her.
My tongue lazily strokes her clit, sending little aftershocks through her body, and she falls against the mattress, still fisting my hair.
“Sadie wasn’t kidding. That…oh my God…that was fucking amazing.” She loosens her hold on me, and I turn my head, biting the inside of her thigh as I continue to finger her. Lifting her head, she grins at me. “Can we do that again?”
“As much as you want, princess. Your pretty little pussy is my new favorite thing to eat.”
I pull my fingers out of her and lift them to my mouth, sucking them dry.
So fucking sweet.
That smile of hers goes soft, and my chest tightens. She had the power to knock me on my ass before, but seeing her like this, happy and sated—excited about something—it fucking splits me wide open. I’ll do whatever I can to see her like this for the rest of my life.
“Better than Nutella?” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “Ten times better than Nutella. Could eat you morning, noon, and night, baby.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, I decide that’s the long-term goal. When Tara is well, and in remission, her cunt is going to be on the menu at least three times a day. Might be hard when she goes off to college and eventually gets a job. But I’ve perfected being a creep, and I’ll follow her around just for a taste.
“That looks painful,” she says, pulling me away from my thoughts. I follow her gaze, taking in my erection that’s straining against my boxer briefs. The poor thing is weeping.
I stand and free my cock, kicking away my briefs. My fist wraps around the shaft, and I squeeze it, but it doesn’t relieve the ache. I need to come.
Watching her lick her lips as she eyes my cock doesn’t help the situation. The girl is fucking killing me.
“Can we try something?” she asks, lifting her gaze to mine as she sits up.
I’m almost afraid to ask. Swallowing, I swipe at the bead of pre come on the head of my cock. “What do you want to try?”
“I wasn’t kidding when I asked if we could do that again, but this time I want to suck your cock.” She stands and closes the little distance between us. “And I want to be on top.”
Christ .
She’s a fucking dream come true. Her eyes drift to my cock, and she smiles.
“Oh, you like that idea too.” Lifting her gaze, she presses her palms flat against my chest and pushes me down on the mattress. “Tell me what to do.”
“Just climb on top of me.” She places one knee on the mattress, and swings her other leg over my body, giving me a prime view of her round ass. Planting her hands on my knees, she glances over her shoulder, a coy smile playing on her pretty lips.
“Like this?”
I shake my head. “You have to scoot down and sit on my face.”
She does as I instruct, lifting her ass and wiggling slightly until her perfectly pink pussy is hovering over me.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise, spreading her lips apart. Her clit is swollen, and pulled tight, begging for attention. I lean forward, flicking my tongue over it. “You like that?” I growl against her.
“Yes,” she pants. Her dainty little hand fists my cock. Her touch lights me up, and I attack her pussy, licking, and sucking, my teeth grazing all her most sensitive spots. Her arousal drips from my chin and she squeezes my cock, a feral moan rips from the back of her throat. Or maybe it’s me who moans—I’m so far gone; I can’t be sure.
“That’s it, princess, ride my face just like that.”
She picks up the pace, using every part of my face from the tip of my nose to my tongue. Then her head lowers, and I feel her lips close around the head of my cock.
“Fuck,” I growl, my fingers digging into her ass. Her tongue slides down my shaft before she brings me fully into her mouth, taking one inch at a time. I lose all sense of control, and thrust up, forcing her to take my cock all the way down her throat. She gags, but she doesn’t lift off.
“So good,” I grunt. “So fucking good.”
Her hands move to my calves, and she holds on tight as her head bops up and down. I continue to eat her pussy when she starts to play with my balls, it’s over. I tear my mouth away from her cunt and slap her ass.
“I’m going to come. Get off before I blow down your throat,” I warn, reaching for my cock. I pull it out of her mouth and close my hand around the shaft, pumping wildly. She scrambles off me, wide eyes glued to my cock as ribbons of come shoot across my stomach. When there’s nothing left, and I feel fucking boneless, I drop my head back against the air mattress and try to catch my breath.
“Fuck,” I pant. In all my years I have never come that hard. Tara comes into view, and I watch as she swipes her finger through the mess on my stomach.
“That was hot,” she whispers.
Not as hot as it is when she lifts her finger and sucks the come from it, those curious eyes shimmering with a glint of mischief as she licks it clean.
And just like that…my fucking cock starts to swell again.
I lean forward, cupping the back of her neck, and bring her mouth to mine. My tongue sweeps past her lips, and tangles with hers.
“You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”
She grins, those perky tits of her bouncing as she straddles my thighs. Then she takes my hand and brings it between her legs.
“It’s not a bad way to go,” she murmurs, and I pinch her clit.
No, I reckon it isn’t.