what I want.
Judge me.
Hate me.
I said you would.
But sometimes even the ugliest of stories can be beautiful, and ours has been fucked from the beginning.
My hands have already ruined Adeline’s pristine canvas.
There’s no point worrying about the dirty smudges now.
I brush her lips with mine, grin when her hand fists tighter, her other reaching blindly until locking on my shoulder to tug me to her.
Another soft kiss. Another. Her eyes close, but she’s still seeking something she can’t realize is above her.
I kiss her harder, my tongue sweeping out, dancing against hers as I lower myself down, giving her what she wants. My body. My weight. My heat.
Catching her tongue with my teeth, I trap and punish the muscle, small mewls vibrating in her throat as her hips buck against me.
Adeline’s legs fall apart so fucking far that she’s just begging to be touched, her back arching as her tits press up, her hips rolling, looking for anything to ease that need.
She’s desperate. Wanton. Wild.
There’s not one ounce of shyness in the way she moves, no inhibition, no self-conscious bullshit, just a drive for everything primal, everything filthy, everything raw.
She’s as open as I knew she would be. Unashamed. So fucking hot and bothered that I’m helpless but to take advantage.
I’m a bastard for it, too, but you already knew that.
I cup a possessive hand over her tit and she moans, the sound a siren’s call as it rolls from deep inside her to crawl up her throat.
It’s a damn good thing I’m already going to Hell because this night will certainly pack me on the first train out.
Making a mental note to add thief to my resume of crimes for stealing this moment, I bunch the hem of her shirt in my hand, ripping it up to her shoulders so I can watch her body writhe.
Fuck, she’s beautiful, her hips still rolling in search for a hand or cock or tongue, her back arching as her arms extend above her head now that my heat is against her.
And she’s not crying.
Not fighting.
Not screaming.
She’s not still. I like that the most.
Here, in this moment, she’s sixteen year old Adeline again. Unburdened by the consequences of her poor choices. No longer tamed by a husband that didn’t love her the way I always have.
She’s expanding. Unrestricted. Once again too large for her skin, her spirit spreading out like the wildfire I remember from a time when the weight of the world wasn’t balanced on her shoulders.
I want all of it. My greed for this woman so intense that I take every advantage I can, just like in the car on the night of her eighteenth birthday, just like when she was too drunk and stupid to know who I am.
Crawling down her body, I grip her hips in my hands, lowering my head until my nose is pressed up against the cotton of her panties, my chest expanding as I breathe her in. My jaw locks at the scent of her hot, wet cunt, seducing me into losing my mind.
Her hips buck at that tiny sensation, little tormented sounds falling from her lips. You’d think she’d combust if not filled soon, her body shaking with need.
I lift my head to stare up her body, her plump tits tight and round, the nipples hard peaks that are begging for touch, for pain, for pleasure, for any sensation that will get her off.
And I snap.
That last tiny thread of self-restraint is gone.
My fingers curl on her hips to pull a wet scrap of fabric down her legs and off her ankles as I stare up at a woman who has no idea what she’s done.
Reaching back, I tug my shirt off because I need to feel her skin against mine.
And then I launch forward, my shoulders catching the backs of her thighs, lifting her hips off the bed as my hands cup her ass and my mouth locks over her cunt, my tongue spearing inside her to a chorus of moans that roll off her pretty lips.
Fingers squeezing her ass, I lift her hips higher, her pussy a feast that I lick and explore, my tongue greedy for the taste, my lungs filled with her scent.
Her hips roll in my grip, dirty and desperate for more, bucking against my mouth as I drag my tongue to circle her clit, sucking in the swollen flesh so hard that she cries out with a shudder tearing over her entire body, her hands clenching the pillows