Page 16 of For the Taking

Each pulse, each wave of cum, she felt flood her pussy.

They hadn’t used a condom. She wasn’t on the pill, and even as it had lasted less than a minute, was it bad that it was the best sex she had ever experienced in her life?

He collapsed over her. Not lifting up. Not talking.

She heard the heavy pants of his breathing, and she couldn’t even hold him as he kept her down on the bed.

What to do now?

****

Riley picked up two cups of coffee the next morning. Meghan waited back at the car while he picked up breakfast. After last night, he hadn’t spoken a word to her, even as she begged him to at least talk to her.

He’d done neither.

There was no way he was going to be ashamed about last night. So he lasted no longer than a randy teenage boy. At least she had come twice, and he knew she had because he was the master at foreplay.

With coffees in hand and waffles, he walked back to the car.

Meghan was bobbing her head to the radio. He didn’t recognize the tune. The moment he was inside, he turned it off.

“Hey! I was listening to that.”

“You were, my bad? Don’t listen to music out in the open.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Music draws attention. Anyone could walk past, glance in the car, and walk away. Not really paying attention. Music draws the eye and can make people remember faces. You want to live, you’re going to have to start thinking about people as the enemy.”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone.”

“Even you?”

“Don’t be stupid.” He handed her the coffee and waffles.

“You’re willing to talk to me about my music choice but not about last night?” she asked.

He took a large gulp of his coffee and ignored the burn as it scalded his throat on the way down.

“Silence again. Yay. It’s all you seem to do. Look, you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“Do I look like a man who is easily embarrassed?”

“I don’t know. Are you?”

“No.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Do you want me to be embarrassed?”

“I don’t know if I want you to be embarrassed or at the very least a little … I don’t know … normal. Some men would find last night mortifying.”

He chuckled. “I’m not most men.”

“Clearly.”

“I made you come twice, I sucked on your pussy, played with your asshole. I have no regrets about last night. Believe me. I know you were satisfied.”

“Were you?” she asked.

Her question took him by surprise.

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“I came, didn’t I?”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. Don’t go trying to make this about something it’s not. I know you came and you had a good time. Blah, blah, blah. You came really fast. You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who loses control that easily. Are you okay?” she asked.

She wasn’t patronizing. He took another sip of his scalding coffee, but he didn’t let it show.

“You’re the first woman I’ve fucked since I lost my wife.”

He watched her mouth drop open.

“No. There’s no way that’s possible. Look at you,” she said.

“And? You think I get my jollies off on screwing random women? I’ve had nothing on my mind but killing my enemy. He’s my top priority. Not getting my dick wet.”

“I’m the first woman.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t normally last a minute?” she asked.

He really didn’t want to have this conversation. What was it with women and having to make a big deal out of nothing? It was tiring. Exhausting and above all else, unnecessary.

Taking another sip of his coffee, and getting irritated by the burning within his mouth, he put the cup down, turned toward her, and stared.

She was a beautiful woman. The bruising was starting to go down. He would have to take a trip to Stephen soon so he could look at her hand. Not today though.

“When I have my way with a woman, she can never leave my bed.”

“Is that a threat?”

“I exhaust them.” He recalled Bethany. Once he had his fill of her, she’d have to rest for a couple of days because he had tired her out.

His appetite was insatiable. Before Bethany, the women he slept with, they never complained, but some couldn’t handle just how much he loved to fuck.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

She tilted her head to the side, and he knew she was thinking. He didn’t know if what she was thinking was in fact a good thing.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m just wondering what you do.”

“I fuck a lot. I like sex. I like feeling my cock surrounded by a nice wet cunt, watching it open up, take my dick. I also love to see my cum filling them as well. There’s nothing more … primal than that.”

“Our friendship is into this kind of sharing.”

“I could kill you, and seeing as you’re Peace’s enemy number one right now, there’s no reason to lie to you.”

“You now know I’m the devil.”

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