Part 4 (2/2)

”A week before I saw you in the bar I went to your house and watched you.”

She c.o.c.ks her head to the side, but doesn't look alarmed.

”I did it every night until the night we met. And I jerked off outside your house, watching you.”

Her eyes get big, but she still doesn't look upset.

”I'm not even a little bit sorry about it. It was as close as I could get to you, and it was all I could have.”

”Wow, stalker much?”

”I also broke into your house after you left each day.”

”You did what?” she snaps and pulls back.

”Listen to me,” I say calmly, and pull her back to me. ”I needed to find out who you were before I made my move. I knew when I saw your picture I was done. Your f.u.c.king picture, Mackenzie. One look and that's all it took for me. I knew you were the one, but I needed to know who you were. I need to find out everything about you. I needed to know how to get inside your heart like you're already inside mine.”

”What did you do inside my house?”

I feel a small blush on my cheeks, but I have to be honest with her.

”I lay on your bed, and smelled your pillow,” I say, and rush to tell her the rest. ”I may have also had a beer, touched your underwear, smelled your shampoo, and used some of your lotion. Look, don't judge, I just wanted to get as close to you as I could.”

”Yeah, that's pretty insane,” she says, and shakes her head.

”You have no idea how crazy I was for you. How crazy I still am for you. I don't regret any of it, and I won't apologize. I want to drink you in, devour you, and give you absolutely everything you could ask for. My sun rises and sets with you, Mackenzie, and all I want in return is a smile on your face. And maybe the 'old man' status.”

I smile a little, and she looks into my eyes. I hope she can see my honesty, because I'm putting my heart on the line. She could break me, and she knows it.

After a moment of searching, she whispers, ”Why me?”

”Because without you, there is no me. Without you, I don't exist. My father told me that's how he met my mom, and I would know the day I found the women who would be mine.” They're the truest words I've ever spoken, and after seeing her, and feeling this in my heart, I won't survive without her.

She slowly nods, and reaches up to touch my face. I take this as a small sign of surrender, and I wrap my arms around her, picking her up. I kiss her with everything I've got, pouring all my love into her body so she feels my need. She wraps her legs around me, holding me tightly to her, and I stand like that, just kissing her.

After a few minutes, she pulls away to catch her breath. ”Let's get inside. I want to fire off a few rounds.”

”If that's code for s.e.x, then yes. Let's fire lots of rounds,” I say, and carry her into the gun range, gripping her a.s.s.

When we get inside I kick the door shut behind us and sit her down on the nearest counter. I look around the place and I can see she's put a lot of time and hard work into it.

Suddenly I feel her hands push my chest and I stagger back a few steps. My a.s.s. .h.i.ts a table behind me and I look at her in shock.

”Hey, what the f.u.c.k?” I say in surprise, and she gives me a wicked smile.

She pops off the table, and comes over to me. She walks slowly, as if she's on the prowl. My d.i.c.k hardens further as she gets closer, and then she's pressing against me.

I lean down to kiss her, and she takes my bottom lip between her teeth. I feel her hands rubbing over my covered c.o.c.k, and I close my eyes and moan at the sensation. She's just as hot for it as I am right now.

She kisses her way up to my ear and licks the sh.e.l.l. She leans in and whispers, ”Let's clean your gun before we get started,” and lowers herself to her knees in front of me.

Seeing her kneeling in front of me as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my jeans nearly has me c.u.mming in my pants. I grit my teeth to try to regain some control.

When her hand pulls out my c.o.c.k and she takes me in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, I grip the table and throw my head back, moaning.

”Oh, sweet f.u.c.king Christ, that mouth of yours,” I groan, and try to clear my vision. I'm no longer in control of my body as she sucks my c.o.c.k. I'm at her mercy within seconds.

I hear the sound of fabric rustling, and I feel her move a bit. When I look down at her I have to blink a few times to focus on what she's doing.

I see her hand down her pants as she fingers her p.u.s.s.y while her mouth goes up and down on my d.i.c.k. The sight does me in and I grab her hair, pulling her off of my c.o.c.k. I grab her arms, pull her up and spin her around, pus.h.i.+ng her down on the table.

I kick her legs apart with my boots and pull her jeans and underwear down to her knees to give me access. I line my d.i.c.k up with her entrance, but before I enter her I want her submission.

”Palms flat on the table, and don't move them until I tell you to c.u.m. You got that?”

She nods her head, and arches her a.s.s up at me, but I want the words.

”Say it, Mackenzie.”

”Yes, Vincent. I won't move until you tell me to c.u.m.”

”Good girl,” I say, and thrust home. Her tight p.u.s.s.y grips my c.o.c.k, and I ride her hard. Her hands don't move an inch as I f.u.c.k her on the table, and claim her body. I'm so close already from her earlier attention, and I want her with me when I c.u.m.

I reach around and find her swollen c.l.i.t and start to rub it hard and fast. She moans my name over and over and I don't let up my thrusts.

”It's time, Mackenzie. c.u.m for me, baby.”

”Vincent!” she shouts, and I feel her body let go. She keeps her body in place as pa.s.sion flows through her and she releases her o.r.g.a.s.m. Her tight channel milks my c.o.c.k and I pump every last drop of my c.u.m inside her.

It's a fast hard f.u.c.k, but it's always so perfect with my girl. The best I've ever had, and the last I'll ever touch. I'm a lucky b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

A little while later, when we're cleaned up, and she's getting ready to shoot her target, I just lean back and stare at her. I think about how beautiful she is, and how I can't imagine my life without her.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

CAS.

”Oh G.o.d, s.h.i.+eld,” I moan.

”You say my name when I have my face in your p.u.s.s.y, or my c.o.c.k inside you,” he growls against my p.u.s.s.y.

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