Dear Heart, You Screwed Me

How could I have not known about what happened to her?

But then again, how was I to know? We didn’t know each other. We still didn’t know each other.

It was the end of the road for us.

I knew she was right about Connie. I had to put my daughter above anyone I loved, because she was my world.

I was a shitty father, but I was trying to make it right.

Sure, I was her ‘sperm donor’ as she liked to refer to me, but I wanted to be so much more than that to her. I didn’t want anything to fuck it up.

Pulling the car into the underground parking lot of our apartment block, I cut the engine. Turning in my chair, I faced her.

“Spend the night with me…?” I asked her, my eyes connecting with hers. She was flawless. Pure. Everything I would want in a woman.

But she is right. We wouldn’t work. She wants what I can’t give her, and it is selfish of me to ask her to not have kids because I don’t want them.

“I would love to,” she smiled, the familiar blush creeping onto her golden skin.

Thank fuck she said yes.

Opening the door, I walked round to her side and helped her out. We walked hand in hand to the back entrance of the apartment block. No words were exchanged as we waited for the elevator. If this was our final goodbye, I wanted to remember every part of her. I wanted my fingers to trace her outline and every curve of her slender body. I wanted this evening imprinted on my brain, so I always had it.

There was something about her that had me addicted. The thought that after tonight she was going to be just a friend made my chest heavy, an unbearable pain searing through me.

I had never been in love.

I had never wanted to be in love.

And the one girl that could make me want it was out of bounds.

She was my daughter’s best friend.

We were never meant to be together.

Opening the door, I let her walk through into my penthouse first then I closed the door. I stepped behind her, taking her coat off her shoulders and hanging it up before I took my own off.

She was still standing with her back to me. I closed the gap between us, my hands wrapping around her waist as I held her, my hands splayed across her stomach. I buried my nose into her hair and inhaled as I smelt the familiar vanilla and peach undertones. I loved her smell. I wanted to bottle it up, so I always had it.

I heard her sharp intake of breath as my lips pressed to the pulsing vein in her neck. Her heart was racing. Slow, soft kisses I planted over her bare skin as my lips made their way to her ear lobe, stopping when I got to the shell of her ear.

“I want to make love to you,” I whispered, which caused a shudder to rip through her.

Her hands moved over mine as she pulled them off me. She turned slowly to face me, her eyes locking with mine and I swear I felt the ground move beneath us. She was bearing the window to her soul, she wanted me to see all of her, and I finally did. I saw it all. Every imperfect, beautiful, soul destroying and heart-breaking piece of her.

And now I wanted to spend the entire evening trying my hardest to put her back together again. To make her feel complete.

Her small hands moved to my face, holding me in place as she pushed onto her tiptoes and kissed me. Her sweet moans humming through her, she was delectable. I wanted to take her breath away, I wanted to hear her sweet moans fill the room.

My hands roamed over her body before our fingers entwined, “Come.”

A simple word, but so powerful.

I led her through to my bedroom, her eyes widening as they roamed around the room.

The walls were a greige, my queen-sized bed sat central against the wall dressed with a black, solid wood headboard. The room was pretty plain, but it worked for me.

I didn’t want her to get too in her head, I padded over to her, my arm snaking around her back as I pulled her body close to mine.

My finger on my other hand hooked under the shoulder of her red sweater top. Slowly pulling it down to reveal her glowing, tanned skin. Pressing my lips to her neck, I glided them across to her collar bone and over her shoulder. Her small hands wrapped around the fabric of my sweater, clinging onto me.

Pulling my lips from her was harder than I imagined, it took so much strength to pull away. My fingers clutched the hem of her sweater top as I pulled it over her head and discarded it on the floor. Moving down to her jeans, I fumbled with the button and watched her push them down her slender, long legs. My cock was throbbing in my jeans. She was beautiful. She stood in front of me, in her little black panties and matching bra. She reached up and pulled her long, honey blonde hair out of her hair tie, running her fingers through the root to loosen it up. I watched as it cascaded down past her breasts, sitting at her ribs.

She stalked towards me, her hands on my sweater as she pulled it over my head. Who would have thought something as simple as undressing each other could be so sensual? I made quick work on taking my pants off, kicking them off my feet. Our bodies pressed together, my hands in her hair as I tipped her head back, my lips slanting as they covered hers. Our tongues caressing and moulding together. I walked her towards the bed, our lips still locked. The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed as I gently nudged her, so she fell on her back into my comforter. Her golden hair fanned around her, her legs parting for me.

“Buttercup, this is going to be slow, hard and fucking amazing,” I whispered, kneeling on the bed between her legs.

She bit her bottom lip.

“Don’t bite your lip.” I warned, gripping her chin tightly as I kissed her fiercely before I bit her bottom lip, causing a moan to escape her. I stilled, clicking the music on in the bedroom, Chris Brown – Take You Down filled the room.

“Aren’t you a bit old to be listening to music like this… old man,” Reese teased as she bit her bottom lip again.

I groaned, my cock thickening.

“Old man,” I scoffed. I wanted to own her and mark her and that’s exactly what I was about to do.

My calloused fingers popped her breasts from her cotton bra, rolling her hardened nipple between my two fingers as my tongue caressed hers.

“Killian,” she whimpered.

I smirked against her lips.

I continued, my hand dropping from her chin as it skimmed down the side of her body and slipped into the side of her panties. She was already soaked for me. Swirling the tip of my fingers at her opening, coating them in her arousal before they circled over her sensitive clit. She moaned, my cock straining against my jockey shorts. I wanted to be in her so bad. But I couldn’t, not yet. Because if I slipped into her soaked cunt now, I would come. I didn’t want it over yet. I slipped my fingers through her wet folds and pushed two of them inside of her, curling them as I stroked her g-spot. Her back arched, pressing her pert little tit into my mouth. I groped her, squeezing her breast as I sucked hard, my tongue swirling over her nipple.

“Fuck,” I heard her curse.

“Don’t come yet, brat,” I said against her hot skin.

I trailed my wet mouth down over her sensitive skin, stopping at the top of her panties. Darting my tongue out, I licked across her lower stomach before pulling her panties off and discarding them to the floor.

Her bare pussy on show, glistening as she took my fingers like the good girl she was. Gliding my hand up over her stomach, I kept it there as my mouth covered her mound, licking and sucking over her clit. She writhed over my comforter, her legs trembling as I brought her close to her impending orgasm.

Her fingers wrapped themselves in my hair as she tugged at the root, pushing me deeper into her greedy little cunt. I licked and sucked, dragging my tongue between her folds as I continued to pump my fingers deep into her pussy.

Without warning, her whole body shook as she came. I slipped my fingers out and moved my mouth down as I drank her honey. I didn’t want to waste a single drop.

“Killian, fuck,” she cried out, her back arching, her legs trembling as her orgasm ripped through her. I pressed her back down with my hand, so her back fell into the bed. I didn’t want her to move, I wanted to drink her, I wanted her still while I enjoyed every drop of her.

After her body stopped convulsing, she grabbed my hand and moved it off her body. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers dipping into my shorts as she rolled them down my thick thighs, my hard, thick cock springing out.

Her eyes widened, licking her lips as she looked up at me.

Her lips pursed as she edged closer to me, her lips locking round the tip of my cock. My cum beading on the tip. She licked it off, then took me deep in her mouth as she sucked me hard. I didn’t want to come in her mouth, I didn’t want it to be game over, but her wet little mouth felt so good around my cock. My hand grabbed the back of her head, holding her still while I throat fucked her. I grunted, my body tensing as she took me like the queen she was. Her small fingers wrapped around my girth, pumping them up and down to match the rhythm of my thrusts. My free hand glided across her hardened nipples, tweaking and pulling before they slipped between her legs. Pushing a finger into her pussy, I fucked her with my fingers.

She moaned and groaned, but they were stifled because my dick had her mouth filled to the hilt. I felt my cock twitch as she drew me out to the tip, flicking her tongue across it before swallowing me and taking me deep.

“Baby,” I spat through gritted teeth, pushing my hips deeper into her hot, wet mouth. She felt so fucking good.

Fuck it.

Maybe I will just come in her mouth. I’ll be ready for round two in about ten…

I felt my balls tingle as her small hand cupped them, massaging them gently before her nails softly tickled them. They tightened and constricted as my cock jerked in her mouth. Her pussy was soaked, she was so turned on by this which turned me on even more.

Pulling my fingers to the tip, I plunged them back into her. Her pussy tightened around me.

“You going to come for me like the good girl you are?” my jaw clenched, my hand gripped her hair and tugged it at the roots.

She moaned.

“Such a good girl,” I pumped into her mouth, her eyes watering as she took me deep.

She was a fucking pro.

Her hand that was massaging my balls moved round to my ass where she pushed against me, pushing me deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowed out as she held me at the back of her throat, deep throating me, her lips pressing against my pubic bone. She slowly shook her head from side to side, the feeling was indescribable. My whole body tingled as a shiver danced over my skin, shuddering I exploded.

“I’m going to come,” I growled as I emptied myself into her innocent mouth, she moaned as she swallowed down, not leaving a single drop untouched. Pulling me slowly out of her mouth, she licked the tip before wiping the corners of her mouth with her ring fingers.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my fingers wrapping round her throat as I fell to my knees and fucked her hard with my fingers.

“Come for me, I want you to come all over my fingers,” I whispered against the shell of her ear before I rocked back onto my knees and watched as my fingers slipped in and out of her.

“Good girls listen, now come,” I ordered, tightening my grip on her neck. Her hands reached for her breasts as she kneaded and squeezed them, one of her hands carried on sliding down her body as her fingers landed on her swollen clit. She rubbed in circular movements, her hips rocking into my fingers. I felt her pussy contract and tighten around me before her head fell back, her fingers rolling her nipple, her other fingers rubbing her clit harder as she shuddered, an orgasm blowing through her. I gave her a moment to come round, then slipping my fingers out I pushed them between my lips and sucked them clean.

She looked spent.

“Oh, baby… I am nowhere near finished with you yet.”

Rolling her on her front, I climbed over her. Pushing her hair over her shoulder, I ran my fingertips down her spine, my lips following the trail.

My fingers danced over the skin on her peachy ass, my lips planting sloppy, wet kisses. I was drunk on her.

I felt myself harden once more; my hands moving to her little waist as I rolled her over. She smiled, her eyes drinking every ounce of me in.

“Wow, ready already old man?” she taunted, nibbling her lip as she pressed her thighs together. I roared a laugh, kneeling on the bed, my hands gripping her knees.

“I’ll show you old man,” I winked. I loved that she was laying spread over my comforter, completely naked and ready for me to play with again.

But this time, we weren’t going to fuck… we were going to make love.

Slow, passionate, deep, meaningful love.

I began to press her knees open, Reese giggled as she closed them again.

“Let me in, brat,” I whispered, pushing her legs open wide for me.

She gasped as I lay over her, not letting her shut them again.

“Don’t play hard to get, Buttercup… you know you want this as much as I do.”

She panted, nodding.

“I do,” she whispered, “but I know that once it is over, this is over between us.”

I sucked in a breath through my teeth. I didn’t want to think about that now, shaking my head side to side, I fisted myself, lining myself up at her dripping wet pussy. Edging the tip in, my swollen head pressing into her tight cunt.

Her mouth formed a small ‘o’ as her body stretched in the most delicious way for me.

“That’s it, take me like the good girl you are,” I praised her as I slowly rocked my hips into her, filling her to the hilt.

Low moans escaped her and filled my room. Laying over her, my hands moved to her face, my fingers entwining in her hair, our eyes locking.

“Look at me baby,” I say softly. Her legs wrap round my waist allowing me to thrust deeper into her, the tip of my cock rubbing her g-spot.

I never wanted to forget this moment. She was so pure and beautiful. Slipping my cock out to the tip, I still for a moment before sliding back into her hard.

She whined. I loved making her mewl for me, so I do it again.

“You like that?” I coax her, her eyes glued to mine.

“Yeah,” she breathes out, her fingertips digging into my chest, her nails marking me. But not once did her eyes fall to my scar. It didn’t even seem to bother her.

Craning my neck down, my lips hover over hers for a moment. Her sweet breath on my face, her pussy tightening around me.

Her hand glides up from my chest and wraps round my neck as she pulls my mouth to hers. Our lips connect, our tongues swirling and dancing together. Thrusting my hips faster now, my pace getting messy as my impending orgasm begins to heighten.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” I whisper against her mouth.

“Neither am I, make me come Killian,” she begs before kissing me again.

Pulling away, my hands leave her hair and grab onto her hips as I rear up. Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, I slip out to the tip and hold it for a moment. Her fingers graze down her body and rub her clit gently. Spearing in and out of her, her pussy clenches around me. The sound of our bodies hitting together, my pace is messy and sloppy but I don’t care. Tipping my head back, my eyes closing as I try to slow my orgasm.

“Oh fuck, Killian, fuck me harder,” she cries out. I pound into her now, hard and fast like she asked, my skin tingles as I feel my orgasm brimming, I can’t stop it.

“I’m going to come,” I grit out, my eyes falling between our bodies as I watch my thick cock fuck her with ease.

“Shit,” her teeth grit, her hand reaches up as she pulls me down and slams her lips into mine, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip as she comes. Her body trembles and my cock jerks as I empty inside of her before I collapse on top of her.

We lay in silence, her head on my chest with her hair fanned out behind her. My fingers trailed up and down her bare spine. No words were needed. This right here was perfection; it was the perfect goodbye.