LOVING HER SOUL MATE (5 page)

It wasn’t exactly a choice.
 
From the way he said it they were going to do
it, pointblank, just the location was the issue.
 
And from the way Shay felt, she knew it
too.
 

“Here,” she said.
 
She didn’t think she could make it to any bedroom.

He sat back in the chair and turned her around, facing
him.
 
He removed his gun and holster,
tossing them on the table.
 
Then he
removed his blazer and slung his shirt off over his head, revealing a tanned,
six-pack stomach and a gold chain around his neck.
 
Shay had already figured he was
well-built.
 
She didn’t realize just how
well-built until he removed his shirt.
 

And then he unzipped his pants.
 

“Do you want some cock, Shay?” he asked her as he
looked deep into her eyes.
 
He was
looking forward to her reaction.
 
He
usually didn’t give a damn how females reacted whenever he pulled it out,
although they always reacted favorably.
 
But this time was different.
 
“Think you can handle some real cock, Shay?”

“Pull it out,” she said, her voice with that edge
of confidence he liked.
 
“I’ll let you
know.”

He pulled it out.
 

And as soon as he did, as soon as his hand reached
into his pants and pulled out that beautiful, hard cock, her eyes went from
mild amusement to impassioned sensuality.
 
She stared at it, not just the size of it, which was massive, but at the
magnificence of this thick, pink rod that she knew would give her nothing but
joy.
 
She even licked her lips.
 

He loved her reaction.
 
He would have smiled at her reaction, in
fact, if he wasn’t so fucked up horny that he could barely see straight.
 
“Put it in your mouth, honey,” he said to
her.
 
“I want to feel that sweet, little
mouth of yours on me.”

Shay didn’t have to be asked twice.
 
She crouched down and took him in her
mouth.
 
It was exactly what she wanted to
do.
 
She wanted that rod in her mouth.
 
And she took him slowly, licking him as if
she gave head every day of the week.
 

But he loved how she was doing him.
 
She moved slowly and deliberately, as if she
was licking her favorite ice cream cone.
 
And then she took him whole, going all the way down on him, causing his
flat, ripped abs to clench.
 

She was back up again, licking the eye of his penis
in a wet, circular swerve, and then licking all the way down to his massive
balls.
 
He tasted salty and powerfully
masculine.
 
His masculine scent, in fact,
was making her so ready to have this man inside of her that she no longer felt
the pain of those bruises.
 
It was as if
all of that crazy shit Lonnie had tried to do to her, and the reason for those
bruises, would be perfectly sane if John tried to do it to her.

John slouched down in the chair, leaned his head
back, and enjoyed every second of her mouth fuck.
 
Shay looked up at him, at his ripped stomach
that was moving in and out in heavy suctions, at his muscular arms that were
pulsating, at the way his chestnut-brown hair slung down over the chair as he
held his head back.
 
When she first saw
him she knew he was nice looking.
 
But
daamn, she thought.
 
This man had it
going on.
 
The total
package,
was how she’d describe him.

John knew she had something extra going on
too.
 
Not just a pretty face or a nice
bod.
 
Other pretty females with nice bods
never had him wanting them like this.
 
And she knew how to fuck too.
 
She
knew how to do him right.
 
And it wasn’t
just the act that was turning him on, but the woman doing the act.
 
She
was turning him on.
 
He rubbed her soft hair and looked down at
her as she went up and down on him, slow and fast, with just the right
rhythms.
 
It felt masterful to him.
 
Master strokes this woman had.
 
She knew how to do him.

And when she looked up at him, her innocent eyes so
big and trusting and vulnerable, his breath caught.
 
It felt as if he knew her.
 
She was no stranger to him, although, in truth,
she was.
 
But it didn’t feel like she
was.
 
It felt as if she was his woman,
and had been his woman for a long, long time.
 

He couldn’t help how he felt.
 
He just couldn’t help it.
 
And it all just felt so good and so right to
him.
 
He leaned his head back again, as
her strokes increased.
 

As she continued to go down on him so wonderfully,
he kept expanding in her mouth.
 
His
washboard abs started inhaling in a suction motion to the feel of her wonderful
tongue, and then exhaling as she moved down on him.
 
And then it was nearly unbearable.
 
He knew he had to take care of them both, and
he had to do it now.

He pulled a condom out of his pants pocket as she
continued to give him head.
 
“Do you want
me to fill you up with this cock, Shay?” he asked as he
unwrapped
their protection.

“Yes,” she said, pulling his rod out of her mouth,
a stream of silkiness slipping out with it.
 
“That’s what I want.”

“That’s what I want too,” John said as he quickly
sheath his rod and then placed his arms just under her thighs, as if to protect
her bruised cheek.
 
He lifted her up and
placed her down on the top tip of his erection.
 

“Can you take it all?” he asked her.

“I can take it all,” she said, and then held onto
his broad shoulders as he lifted her down, breaking through her tender folds,
until she could feel his balls against her ass.

“Oh yes,” she said as he continued to ease her
down, “it’s so full.”

“And you’re so tight,” John said.
 
“Just the way I like it.”
 

And his control nearly broke, as soon as he moved
up and down in her.
 
When she winced, he
knew he had to slow it down again.
 
Her
body was still getting accustomed to his massiveness.
 
Which was odd, she knew, since Lonnie wasn’t
exactly small himself.
 

But John had
a strength
behind his size that made her folds tighten around him as if they were being
sucked to him.
 
And that tightness, that
oneness, caused them both to let out sighs of delight as soon as they got into
their rhythm.

She rode up and down on him in perfect harmony with
his upward thrusts.
 
He was breathing
hard now as his erection could barely handle the tightness.
 
He had to fight against coming right away, it
felt just that fantastic.
 
And the look
on her face as he fucked her, that satisfied look, made him all the more ready
to come.
 

But he held on.
 
For her.
 
Because she needed this release.
Somehow he knew
they both needed it.
 
He lifted her
t-shirt over her head, a move that revealed her taut breasts.
 
He immediately started kissing them and
licking his tongue over her nipples.
 
She
threw her head back as he kissed and licked and squeezed her breasts in a way
that made the feelings deep inside of her intensify.
 

He pulled her body against his, lying her head on
his shoulder, wrapping her into his big arms, as he fucked her with ever
increasing thrusts.
 
The thrusts were so
intense that Shay felt as if she was on fire from inside out.
 

He looked at her, and she looked at him, and they
kissed on the mouth.
 
At first they both
thought it would be a simple kiss.
 
Just a thank-you from one to the other.
 
But it became such a sensual, passionate
kiss, that for a moment all movement stopped.
 
He wrapped her into his arms, and kissed her long and hard.

Shay felt as if she was in a different place when
he kissed her.
 
His lips, his tongue, his
warmth caused her to close her eyes and want to just remain right in his
arms.
 
And John felt the same way. It was
a kiss that wasn’t supposed to feel this incredible.
 
But it did.
 
And he couldn’t stop kissing her.
 
They remained there, wrapped into each other’s arms, and they just
couldn’t stop kissing.

Until his cock demanded attention too and his
strokes began again.
 
They
kept kissing, but it slowly began to take a backseat to what was happening to
them below.
 
And he kept thrashing into
her, gliding up and down along her tight walls, until neither one of them could
control it.
 

It happened.
 
Shay tried to lift off of his cock as the intensity was too powerful,
but he wouldn’t let her go.
 
He kept her
down, as his entire rob throbbed and stretched to the fierceness of the
feeling.
 
And he kept thrashing into
her.
 
She yelled out her elation, and he
grunted out his.
 
Until
there was no more gas, not a drop, in either one of their tanks.
 
They were empty.
 
They were emptied out.

For more than a few seconds they just stayed in
that chair in that small dining room.
 
Although Shay had never had a one-night stand, John had had plenty of
them, and he feared that this encounter more than likely would be yet another
one.
 
Why he feared it, he couldn’t even
say.
 
Because everything about it was
wrong, yet everything about it was right too.
 
He had never had this kind of connection with another
human being in his life before, not ever.
 
And it was disturbing him.

And the unprofessionalism of it.
 
He was a
got
damn police officer on a
call for crying out loud, and he was fucking the victim?
 
He’d never done anything like this in his
entire career!
 
But he’d done it
now.
 
He wanted her just that powerfully.
 
And, to his everlasting shame, he still
wanted her.

Shay, too, was baffled.
 
She’d never had a one-night stand, let alone
something so riddled with emotion as whatever this was.
 
It had been as if John Malone was no more a
stranger to her than her own parents, and it made no sense.
 
And now, after the fact, after the act, the
hard, cold truth was setting in: this man, despite that outburst of passion
they’d just experienced, was, indeed, a stranger to her.

She moved to leave as reality set back in, but
he pulled her back against him.
 
John
wrapped her in his arms.
 
He didn’t want
her to go.
 
He should let her go, but he
couldn’t.
 
His muscular chest and ripped
abs were now pouring with sweat.
 
It was
late.
 
He was exhausted.
 
But this wasn’t some slip-up with him.
 
He wasn’t the kind of man that had
slip-ups.
 
This meant something.
 
It had to.
  
He had been around long enough to know that this was far more than some
sex-charged, momentary lapse.
 

“You okay?” he asked her as he held her.

“Yes,” she replied.
 
And then added: “But I think you’d better leave.”

John knew it too.
 
He should have never come back.
 
He was just divorced and she was just literally in the midst of a
break-up.
 
What in the world were they
thinking?

But that damn feeling would not let John go.
 
“Believe it or not,” he said, suddenly
feeling a need to redeem himself, “but I’ve never done anything like this
before.”

Shay looked at him.
 
“And you think I have?”

“Oh, no,” John immediately moved to clarify.
 
But when he looked at her and realized she
was smiling, he smiled too.
 
“I’m just
sayin’,” he said.