What is life with no regret, what is a beaten soul without remorse? What defines you better than experience? Isn’t that what it is all about. The rights and wrong that make us, the scars that riddle our end with memories that shape us into who we are. I watched him for longer than I should.
I contemplated on ways on how it will go as I sat across the man who made me feel. I never knew a man like River.
The more I watched him, the deeper I fell into the pitfall of his gaze seeing a mirror of myself, a reflection of a human scorned. It was on that Sunday at the back of my yard that I finally saw the torture in his gaze.
DJ spoke and I answered but my eyes never wavered from the man that would have my body by the end of the night. This man, that would ultimately ruin me in one breath. The daylight ended its heated mess when Killer and DJ left and still I watched him.
I’m on the step of my porch, my body heated with thoughts of this man. He picks up the rest of the tools and puts it on the top of the wood that’s stacked up into two rows. He turns to me, his eyes that of a cold man. His body a weapon.
I watch him as I know him but I don’t really see him. This isn’t how I thought it will go.
He walks up to me and my knees buckle at the awareness of his gaze. River doesn’t utter a word as he grips my butt cheeks.
Instinct has me locking my legs around his hips. My chest beats with hard thuds as I lift my eyes to his brooding dark stare.
His lips lock on mine and my body goes into limbo. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids as his tongue takes ownership of my mouth.
My body convulses when his fingers dig into my ass cheeks. His grip is solid and consuming me.
My back hits the door.
I feel the door part but I don’t stop kissing this man. He is eager in his claiming. I wouldn’t be able to tell whether his heart accelerated because it’s all happening so fast. I am spinning, my head deep under the spell of this biker, who is kissing me as if I am the air he breathes while he floats in space.
My body rubs against his and just before I lose my mind, he sweeps aside my g-string.
I faintly hear River’s zip slide down and before I know it the head of his cock is lining my entrance. I was wet earlier but now I’m drenched. He never talks, he seeks no permission as he enters my body and I kill you not I scream fucking pain before the tip of his cock even hits deep into me that I convulse in instant pleasure.
“Fuck. I’m not gonna fit fully in.” He grunts in a mixture of smugness and irritation.
I look down in a daze at his length and girth.
He is thicker than Landon but not longer. So I do what any hot horny thirty-year-old woman would, I tell him,
“Push it in it will fit.”
He looks like he wants to refuse but I am a very sexual woman so I tilt my hips and make a melting sound.
And it works way too well when he pushes my back hard against the wall that my mouth parts open.
He wastes no time guiding his cock to my entrance. River pushes in so forcefully, my walls stretch and tear. I feel an immense amount of pleasure and even more pain. So I scream. It’s loud and he makes a move to pull out but my legs lock around his ass, and I order,
“Fuck me.”
River kisses me when the words leave my mouth, not a slow kiss, but one I would remember as shattering.
His tongue tangles with mine sucking on my own until it’s painful and then, only then he starts fucking me.
He pulls his cock out until the tip is stuck in the front of my walls and lunges in hard, deep and so fucking thorough. Gyrating his hips. I hiss and claw at his back until I’m scraping skin.
His skin gets sweaty and I have nothing to hold me to him so I grip his hair and meet him thrust for thrust. And it’s then that River claims me and what ownership it is.
With every push and every pull, he takes me until I’m screaming in bliss. I’m screaming in pleasure and he doesn’t stop. Not when I pull on his neck, suck on his skin.
My ass in his hands, my cunt gripping onto his dick and still he fucks me. I bite him, I scrape at his drenched salty skin and still, he fucks me deep and hard.
I want to hold off.
I want to breathe and not succumb to this addiction that has taken over my senses but I can’t.
My body pulls taught, my womb contracts and I’m coming.
They say when you fly too high that gravity always wins. I reach beyond gravity, and I don’t stop until I’m floating.
River doesn’t grunt, he doesn’t let himself go, there is no explosion like my own. I open my eyes and like every other time in my life reality stumbles.
I watch him, as I know him but I don’t really see him. His eyes are that of a cold man. His body a weapon.
And when he entered my body, I inhaled easier. When he touched me I breathed all that was him and then he took me, opened me up and with each thrust I felt new.
I felt free.
For that time ’till night broke away the day, I was his but he wasn’t mine yet. He was his own. His cold eyes lock on mine and in it is glimpses of epic splendor.