Page 33 of If You Could Only Believe
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “No,” I chuckled. “Their tattoos are personal. It would go way beyond weird if I got a tattoo to match theirs.”
“No…I meant-” she stopped, and I could see her face turning red with embarrassment.
It fucking killed me when she became embarrassed of herself.
Fucking. Killed. Me.
“What d’you mean?” I said, prompting her to finish.
Sophia shrugged a shoulder. “I was thinking, like…we could get tattoos like theirs…uh, in the same place, but not matching theirs. Like…we’d make…” She shook her head and let out a soft, sad laugh. “Sorry, it sounds stupid.”
Holy fuck.
Sophia wanted to get matching tattoos with me so I could still feel connected to Gabriel.
Fuck. Me.
If I wasn’t already in love with the girl, I sure as fuck was now.
“I love the idea and we can go get them now, but I have to ask,” I hated having to ask. “How did you go from not wanting to be my girlfriend to willing to get matching tattoos with me? Not to mention my violent episodes...we haven’t even begun to touch on that subject.” I needed to be completely honest with her. “My demons run deep, Sophia.”
She started wringing her hands in her lap, but her chocolate gaze never faltered. She looked me straight in the eye when she answered, “As you know, I’ve never had a boyfriend before, and while you’re way out of my league and this can only end badly for me, I can’t lie and deny that I feel things when you look at me, Michael,” she confessed. “And Ireallyfeel things when you touch me. I…I may never get this chance again and I don’t want to miss out because I’m scared.”
I reached for her and pulled her into my lap until she was straddling me. Her face reddened, and I knew she was thinking back to the last time she was straddling me. We had been naked, and her big fucking tits had been in my mouth and hands as she rode my cock like a seasoned pro. My dick jumped at the memory.Goddamn it!We were trying to have a serious conversation here.
And that effort went right out the window when Sophia let out a little moan and rubbed herself across my hardened dick. “Sophia, baby…”
Her eyes searched mine. “I can’t help it, Michael,” she whimpered. “It’s one of the things you make me feel.”
“But we need to talk, Sophia,” I reminded her. “We need to talk about my temper.”
She shook her head. “I don’t care about your temper, Michael. It doesn’t scare me.”
My hands tightened on her thick hips. “It should, Sophia,” I countered. “It really should.”
Sophia placed her hands on my chest and started rubbing her pussy back and forth over my dick with no shame whatsoever. She was killing me. “I didn’t run out of your office today because you scared me, Michael. I ran out of there because I was terrified that I ruined everything. I’d never experienced emotions like that before and it was too overwhelming for me to handle.You’retoo overwhelming for me to handle.”
My dick was ready to jump out of my jeans. “Seems like you’re handling me just fine, Sophia,” I said, contradicting her statement. And, fuck, was she ever.
Her breathing labored, and I knew she was getting her clit off against the roughness of my jeans. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Michael,” she continued, searching for her orgasm all the time trying to hold a conversation. “I…but, oh God, I want to try. I’ll…I’ll try to understand your temper, if you try to understand everything that’s wrong with me.”
Just like back at my office, her words fucked me up. I grabbed her hips and placed her on her feet. In record time, I had my pants and boxers down around my knees, and thank God, Sophia had been dressed in a loose t-shirt and little cotton pajama shorts. Because the second I had her back on my lap, I reached in between those thick thighs of hers and ripped the center of her shorts hard enough to hear the fabric tear. Her shorts and panties became useless pieces of scrap as I gripped her hips and slammed her down on my cock.
Her hands came down on my shoulders and she threw her head back as she screamed my name, “Michael!”
Sophia’s pussy was tight, wet, still swollen from overuse this weekend, and absolutely perfectly wrapped around my cock. I wanted to live with my dick buried in her pussy. And when her pussy couldn’t take me anymore, I wanted to live with it buried in her ass. And when her ass couldn’t take me anymore, she had a perfectly working mouth and two fucking hands.
I wanted to live wrapped up in everything that was Sophia.
My eyes fell to where she was taking me into her body, but my words could be heard clearly. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Sophia,” I insisted. “Not a motherfucking thing.”
She must have believed me because she started bouncing up and down on my cock so hard, I was able to remove my hands and rip her flimsy t-shirt down the middle. And, praised be The Lord, I suspected she didn’t have a bra on, but I hadn’t been sure until this moment. Her tits were dancing in my face and I loved how she was so full, it took both my hands to capture her tits and feed them into my mouth.
I was switching from nipple to nipple like a madman, and when I bit down on her right ridge, Sophia’s soaking wet cunt grabbed hold of my dick and refused to let go. “Holy, oh my God, I’m cumming!” she screamed as her fingers dug into my shoulders.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” I growled. “Just how I like it, Sophia. Cum all over my cock.” And because I had issues, I added, “Only my cock, baby. Only ever my fucking cock, Sophia. No other man will ever touch you.”
I thought she’d get all starry-eyed and fall in love with me, but instead, she panted, “Okay, I can do that.” She dropped her head against my shoulders and gave herself over to the tremors wracking her body. But in a voice as clear as day, no matter how out of breath, she said, “No other woman will ever get to touch you, either, Michael.”
