Page 29 of Tortured Souls

“Say what?” Her reply is breathy, her eyes never leaving mine. Well, only to glance at my cock that’s just as hungry to be inside her as I am.

“My name, tesoro.” Our noses touch. My chest presses down onto her perfect tits that are already pebbled for me. Perfect. I grind my cock against her entrance, and a moan slips past her pouty lips.

“Say it.” I lean my face towards her neck, biting her enough to bruise.

“Saxon.”

“My name sounds so sweet on your lips.” I continue my brutal assault of bites down her neck and across her collarbone. I’m hurting her, but she doesn’t try to stop me. It’s a pain that borders on pleasure, and what I’ve just learned is that my little Sky likes a bit of pain.

Her arms fall over my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she drags her fingers down my spine. I love the pain; fuck, I want her to make me bleed. I tease her entrance some more, her breath catching every time I drag my cock up and over her clit.

“Saxon, please,” she begs. I swear, if she says my name one more time, I’m going to burst. And just how fucking embarrassing that would be? Her legs wrap around my waist, pressing hard against my ass, trying to bring me closer.

“Always so needy, aren’t you?” I coo. My lips land on hers again as I slowly press the head of my cock past her folds. I swallow her moan as my own creeps up my throat. Rocking my hips forward some more, I coat myself in her juices, pulling out and pushing back in inch by inch.

“Fuuuuck, baby, you’re so tight. Relax for me.” It takes a few more thrusts, but the moment I’m fully seated deep inside her, my balls tense, drawing up with the threat of my release far too soon. The little moans and whimpers she’s making from being stretched around me are enough for me to see stars. I’m so deep our bodies are pressed flush against one another, our chests rising and falling in sync. We stay this way for a minute, a second, an hour—I’m not sure. Time ceases to exist. I’m floating in an alternate universe between heaven and Earth. A place where desire turns to passion, turns to lust, turns to bliss. I never want to leave.

“Saxon.” Her breathy moan snaps me back to reality.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Fuck me.”

“Whatever you want, baby.” My hips pound into her, over and over again. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, mixing with the whimpers of this sweet woman beneath me, has my brain in a frenzy. The banging of her headboard grows louder each time it slams against the wall.

“Yes, yes, keep going!” Her cries are more like a plea as her eyes roll back in her head, her beautiful tits rocking with her body as I continue pounding into her sweet pussy.

“Look at me, beautiful.” Her eyes snap open, the deep hazel color with flecks of chocolate brown warming my core. Her beauty is unearthly. At this moment, she could ask me to do anything, and I would do it, no questions asked. I’m hers, and she doesn’t even know it. Never have I ever surrendered myself to another, but whatever witchcraft or spell Sky has overme is more powerful than Thor’s hammer. Unbreakable in its strength.

Her nails dig into my skin, the sting a welcome feeling as my core tightens, and I know I’m close.

“Come for me, baby.” I reach my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit and circling it with our arousal. She falls apart. Her voice rings in the room as her body shudders beneath me. Her legs tighten around my waist as she holds me tight, arching her back into me. I thrust a few more times, finding my own release in a bone-shattering wave of ecstasy. I can’t help the animalistic groan that comes with every thrust as I pound into her. My cum shoots deep inside her, painting her insides white. I’m not worried—I know she has an IUD. I know everything about my little tesoro, which she will soon come to realize.

I collapse beside her, my cock slipping out of her tightness as I pull her over my chest. I need her close, always. I’ve been watching this girl for so long, I no longer want to watch—no, I need to touch. I need to be near her, be inside her warmth, touching her soft skin. I’m just mad it’s taken us, or me, this long to accept that she is not my enemy, or maybe she still is, and I’m just pussy drunk right now. Tomorrow is another day. Another day for me to clear my head because right now, she’s consuming every inch of space inside my post orgasmic head.

Her delicate hand is flat on my chest, my hand covering hers as we both slowly glide down from our highs. The room is quiet except for our breathing. I kiss the top of her head. Her hair smells like vanilla and some type of flower. I inhale her scent deep into my memory, needing to imprint everything about this girl into my psyche. When I feel the unmistakable wetness of my release hit my thigh from Sky’s leg being over my hips, I gently maneuver out from beneath her and go to the bathroom to find a rag. Making my way back to her bed, I gently wipe between her legs, eliciting a moan from her sinful lips.

“Are you leaving?” Her question has me stilling. I wasn’t planning on staying over, but I also wasn’t planning on falling so fucking hard for this woman, who’s currently looking at me like I’m her favorite person in the world.

“I’m not leaving even if you asked me to. Now scoot over, tesoro. We have all night, and I have yet to satiate my hunger for you.” She giggles as she shimmies her way across her bed, allowing me to crawl in beside her once again. We’re just getting started.

SKYLAR

It’s been three days since my date with Saxon, and I still have this grin that’s stretched across my face. I’m sure I look stupid or deranged, but I can’t help this feeling that’s so foreign to me. An emotion that’s all-consuming—it’s frightening yet warming at the same time. It’s gripping me from the inside out. I don’t want to let it go. I haven’t been able to focus since that night. My thoughts have been held hostage by Saxon Wilder, and I’m not the least bit upset about it, which is the scary part. I’ve never let a man consume my every thought, invade my mind, andcrawl beneath my skin. Ever. I’m worried I’m giving too much of myself to him. I hardly know him, right?

He killed the monster from your past for you.

It’s as if my conscience is telling me to chill the fuck out. I let out a heavy sigh.

After that night, we woke up as if we were an actual couple. Saxon woke up early and told me he had club things he had to take care of and that I should sleep in. He kissed my forehead and covered me up with my blanket before leaving me in a pile of his warmth with his scent all around me.

I’m standing here now at work, and I can still feel his touch on my skin. I’m happy, well and truly happy, and I never want this feeling to disappear. However, the universe loves fucking up my mental health and today is no different.

“Hey, Sky, can you come to my office really quick? I have something I need to discuss with you.” Vance, my boss and the owner of Capital Vice, calls to me from the end of the bar. It’s late. We close in a couple of hours, but that doesn’t mean we’re slowing down. So, I give Chastity a quick pat on the back and let her know I won’t be long and head down the hall to Vance’s office. The door is cracked a bit, and I slowly push the door open and step through.

“Come on in, sweetheart. Take a seat for me.” Vance’s voice is light and gives me no reason for concern, but I’m never really concerned when it comes to Vance. He’s a great boss. Vance, or Van, is roughly fifty-eight with a beautiful wife and two grown girls who are off at college, spread out across the states. He’s been kind, gentle, and accommodating since I began living in the upstairs apartment two years ago.

“How’s tonight going?”