Cherry Bomb (11 page)

“Easy, I could sit here all night listening
to you talk, or simply hold you while we watch TV. I've never felt
like this before.”

“Why me?” I scooted under his tight body. The
thought of losing contact with him sent my heart pounding.

“Why not?” he answered as his lip touched the
curve of my neck and shoulder. He trailed kisses along my jawline
until his mouth rested over mine. “I’ m going to prove to you this
is worth something. That what we have between us is
more
than lust. I’m going to make you happy but I won’t touch you again
until you know this is
more
. Until all the secrets are
gone.”

The word secret never entered my thoughts. I
was stuck on the word more. I cuddle closer to him and flipped the
TV on with the remote, lying on the coffee table. I had never had
anyone’s undivided attention before especially a man like Drake. I
needed a moment to clear my head and just absorb the fact he was
here in the moment. If the television could bring me that I would
gladly watch the mindless dribble and hold closer to him.

“When do the kids come home?” he asked.

“You don’t already know,” I teased. “Not
until after school tomorrow.”

There was a big part of me that hated the man
she was turning me into, but there was a bigger part that basked in
it. There was not much else said after Cherry turned on the TV. I
didn’t want to talk and ruin the moment between us. She had curled
up against me and clung to me as if I was actually capable of
keeping her safe. The fear of when all the lies were revealed was
too much. Would she believe that for some unknown crazy reason she
was different? That I had never met a girl I would ever spend a
night just watching TV with. Much less, enjoy every damn minute of
it. I pulled her closer and held her tighter to me. For a brief
moment, I prayed she would never learn the awful truth. At least
not before I had a chance to prove to her that this was special.
She was special.

I hated to wake her but I had to leave soon.
Plus, I had a horrible crick in my neck. After she fell asleep, I
was afraid to wake her. Afraid she would tell me to leave. So here
we lay still on the couch. Her snoring, and me dreaming of her eyes
as she told me that there was no love in her marriage, and mostly
when she said she loved him.

“Cherry,” I whispered, then said it again a
little more forcibly. I smiled when she snarled up her nose and
wiggled at my side.

“Huh,” she mumbled and snuggled closer onto
my chest.

I inhaled, trying to absorb the feel of her
in my arms. “If you loved your ex, why did you say there was no
love in the marriage?”

She sat up, and I instantly missed her warmth
so I pulled her back down beside me.

“What time is it?” she asked.

I looked at the Rolex on my arm. “Seven, now
no more questions. I need a few answers first. The love thing. If
you loved him,” I said between gritted teeth. “Why no love?”

“Because he didn’t love me. No matter how
much I tried I was never good enough for him.”

The same wide eye stare appeared on her face
at my words that I witnessed in the club. I swallowed the pain that
was chewing at my chest.

Not good enough. She was too fucking
perfect.

I wasn’t an idiot. I knew I should have left
for good but I couldn’t. From the first moment she walked into my
club there was something so appealing about her that my interest
had forever been piqued. “Why did you marry him?”

“He made me believe he loved me.”

How could anybody not love you, my
sweet?
She possessed an almost haunting quality. I had to
understand what made her tick.

“Why? If he didn’t want you.”

“He needed support to get through school. I
was the dumbass willing to work two sometimes three jobs to help
him reach his dreams. By the time he graduated we already had Ruby,
our daughter, so I did everything I could to give her a
family.”

He had been screaming about his money. The
way I saw it was that all this plus more was hers. That jackass
would be nothing without her.

“The worst thing you can do is to make
someone believe you love them if it’s not true.”

I was losing it. She was too damn innocent
for an ass like me. “Lucky for you, because I don’t believe in
love. So no I love you will ever come from my lips.”

I couldn’t tell her everything but I had to
let her know that love and forever would never happen with me. She
could be mine but I would never give someone the power to own my
heart.

“Ever?”

“Can’t see it happening. I don’t kiss and
cuddle. I just fuck. So the love thing is impossible for me.”

“You’re cuddling me.”

I was, and loving every damn minute of it.
But I had an appointment in an hour, and needed to leave.

I kissed her forehead. “Oh God, I don’t want
too but I really need to go.”

“I understand.”

She started to sit up in unison with me as if
her body was magically connected to mine. I slipped on my glasses
when I heard words that instantly made me grow hard.

“Make me come before you leave.”

How could I ever turn that request down?
“Well, lucky for you I believe a gentleman should always make his
lady come, and sweetheart, I’m always a gentleman.”

I would make sure her pussy quivered in
complete abandonment, but being a Dom by nature, it would be on my
terms.

“I hate to bust your bubble but you’re no
gentleman,” she said with the most adorable little laugh.

No gentleman. I’ll show you a gentleman.

I slid the zipper down on my pants and worked
my cock out of them. I watched her as she took my every movement
in, fisting my cock from the tip to the root.

“I’ll be a gentleman and leave my girl happy.
Now, take your shirt off,” I demanded.

She fumbled with the shirt but managed to
have it over her head and tossed to the ground in record time. She
freed her breast from the bra they were imprisoned in. I gasped.
Those beauties were the kind that belonged strapped between a
complex arrangement of rope. After the hundred or so set of breast
I had seen in my lifetime one would believe that another pair
wouldn’t affect me. But everything about her affected me. She had a
vulnerability about her I had never witnessed before. I bent down
and softly kissed her lips.

“Pants,” I said and continued to stroke my
cock, loving the way that simple gesture excited her.

How I managed to keep my control as she stood
and slid her pants to the ground was beyond even me.

She fell back on the couch, letting her legs
fall open, exposing a sliver of the pink heaven between them. She
swept her hand over her breast and worked her nipple between her
fingers.

God, I had barely come since the last time I
was with her, and with one simple move of her hand, I was ready to
explode.

“I want to pierce these,” I said and snapped
her right nipple between my thumb and pointer finger.

Damn, that statement made her moan. It was
the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. Ever.

She continued to touch her breast with one
hand, but let the other one trail down her stomach as she made her
way to a pair of hot pink, silk panties. I strangled my cock at the
sight of Cherry rubbing her finger around the edge of them.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,”
she said, turned a brilliant shade of red, and let her hands fall
to the ground.

“Watch me, baby. Follow my movement.”

She grabbed a throw pillow to prop her head
up to have a clear view of me. Her eyes went to my cock, and she
started to stroke her hand under her panties at the same pace I was
taking.

“Let me see. Move those damn panties and let
me see.”

She hooked a finger in the band of the
panties and yanked them to her knees before shifting her hand back
to work her swollen clitoris.

“Talk to me. What do you dream about when
you’re alone in your room working your sweet pussy like this?” I
asked and smoothed my thumb over the head of my dick, smearing the
pre-come over the base. “About someone sneaking in and watching you
as you pleasure yourself.”

“Oh,” she screamed out, rubbing her juices
into her slit.

“Does he watch you, hiding in the shadows?
Maybe, he takes out his cock and strokes it,” I said, slid my hand
to the head of my cock then knelt down and rubbed it against her
thigh. “Does he look like me?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes, Sir. Oh, God.” She put two fingers
inside her pussy and began to fuck herself. Oh, how I ached to have
my dick buried deep in her wet, hot mound.

“Does he touch you or just watch as you come
apart at the feel of your fingers pounding away at yourself?”

“Fuck me, Sir.” The soft sounds she was
muttering were making me harder than the feel of my hand. She let
her feet dangle from the side of the couch. She was close.

“Pinch your nipple, my sweet.”

She clamped down on her left nipple and
tugged on her breast. She was lost in the moment and had become my
puppet.

“Stop.”

She immediately placed a hand on each side of
her hips.

“Do you want to touch yourself? Feel your
fingers work over that beautiful swollen bud?” I asked, inching my
fingers lightly over her inner thighs. Her eyes grew heavy as she
wiggled her entrance closer to my throbbing cock. “Does my pretty
pet want me to fuck that hot, steamy pussy?”

She was trying to top me from the bottom,
Hell, no one would ever top me.

I adjusted my pants, zipping them up. “Not
going to happen.”

I turned and walked toward the front door,
but not before witnessing that beautiful shade of pink creep up her
neck and across her cheeks.

I heard her jostle to her feet and running
only a few steps behind me. Just as I reached the door, she slipped
in front of it.

She was upset. Her left brow was twitching. I
winked before smiling at her.

“That’s not fair. You can’t just leave me
like this.”

I cut her off. “I told you no sex.”

“Please, I’m begging.”

I closed my eyes, unable to witness the way
her lips pouted, her eyes pleaded.
Maybe, she can convince me.
If not, I’ll have a hell of a time watching her try.

“Beg.”

I reached for the doorknob as she reached for
my hand. “Please, Master. Unleash your worse but fuck me.”

She leaned forward, pressing her naked breast
against my chest, licking her lips. Her mouth gapped open just
enough that I could graze those soft, fuckable lips with a kiss. I
gripped her face in my hands, holding it tight. “No, kissing
either.”

She twisted her lips around and furrowed her
brow.
That’s it, baby. Figure it out.

She stood for a moment before lowering her
body to her knees. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and
started to unbuckle my belt then looked up at me, asking for
permission.

I melted at the sight, and grew instantly
hard again at the thought.
Damn, I have no control with her.
I stroked her hair to see if she could understand the unspoken
approval.

She kept her eyes glued to mine while working
my belt loose, then popped the button on the jeans before lowering
the zipper. She rubbed me over the material of my boxer shorts. As
I was about to force her, she reached into my boxers, pulling my
cock free. She stumbled on her knees, losing the grip she had on
me.

“Don’t lose your confidence now, Ms.
Webb.”

Tightening her grip around my cock, she
brought her other hand up to join in.

She never shifted her eyes from me as she
parted her lips, and lightly placed a kiss on the tip.
Fuck,
fuck, no one had ever just kissed me there, and hell, I loved
it.
For the first time in years, I was over my head.

She lowered her head, and started to shake.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know what to do.”

I tilted her head up with the tip of my
finger. “It’s not rocket science.”

“I’ve never done it before. Please, Sir. Show
me. I want to try for you.”

Something in me desperately wanted to make
her smile. I yanked her hair, lifting her to a standing
position.

“I didn’t ask for it.”

Her nostrils flared and her eyes flashed with
uncertainty. I kissed her forehead.

“And when I do ask for it, I have a very
stimulating way to teach you what I like,” I whispered, rolling her
taut nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her mouth opened with
a slight moan. I pinched down hard on her nipples. She hissed in a
deep breath. Before I could comprehend the situation, I gripped her
waist and pulled her forward, pressing her naked body against my
clothed one.

“There is so much you don’t know, babe. I
need to hear with words that you want this.”

“Please,” she screamed out before I even
finished my sentence. She lifted her eyes to me, once again I
witness the dirty girl glint in them, and I lost it.

I dragged her to the couch by the tips of her
hair, throwing her down.

“Hold on, Ms. Webb. I’m going to fuck you
hard.” I grabbed her knees, pulling her the few inches left between
us, ripped a condom from the pocket of the pants I was still
wearing, and plunged my cock so deep in her she screamed out my
name. Cherry braced one foot on the arm of the sofa and the other
on the coffee table and lifted her fine ass as I thrust inside of
her.

She cried out, because she wanted it. Every
fiber of her being had called out for my touch. I was right. I had
found a sweet angel with a sexual demon buried deep inside of her,
and I would find every occasion to bring that demon out to
play.

I held tight to her round hips, letting my
fingers dig into her skin, and fucked my cock inside of her, my
balls slapping her ass in a hard and fast rhythm that made her
whimper, demanding more and more.