by Bijou Hunter
“This is your pussy,” he growls, spreading my flesh open with his fingers. “It can fit me. No, it will fit me. I will make it fit. I want to fuck, and you can’t escape.”
Dayton reaches over and grabs my hair, fisting it roughly. I bite my lower lip and smile as his cock probes my wet flesh.
“I’m scared,” I say, trembling despite my grin.
“You should be.”
Dayton shoves his cock into me in a violent, painful thrust. My gasp comes out as a pained squeak, and I feel him falter.
“I was a virgin, you bad, bad beast.”
Exhaling hard, Dayton tugs roughly at my hair, twisting my head back so he can lick my lips.
“Should we have a safe word?” he whispers in my ear.
“How about ‘knock that off, you stupid fucker’ or something obvious like that?”
Dayton grins while his free hand reaches under me and pinches my nipples. First the left and then the right. He doesn’t move his hips, shoved as deep into me as my body will allow.
His lips suck at the soft skin on my shoulders before his teeth nip at my throat. He inhales my scent deeply, and then his hips begin to move. He thrusts his cock into me, and I can’t escape. One hand fists my hair and keeps my head tilted back. The other grips my left tit, pinching the nipple between his unyielding fingers.
“Too hard,” I whimper, wanting more.
“Not hard enough.”
Dayton drives his cock into me with more force. His hands tighten their grip too. I can’t believe how rough he’s being and how much better it feels than I’d fantasized.
I hear him grunt with every thrust. His balls slap against my pussy, teasing my swollen clit. I want more. I want him to fuck me so completely that I can’t bear any more.
“Please stop,” I beg, shoving my ass and seeking more cock in me.
“Shut up.”
Dayton releases my tit and then shoves two of his fingers into my mouth.
“Suck it,” he demands, nearly yelling.
My mouth closes on his fingers, sucking hungrily, wanting to know how I’ll pleasure him next. When I imagine I’m sucking his cock, my pussy throbs with excitement.
Once I’ve slathered his fingers with spit, he yanks his hand away and returns it to my tits. I moan at the feel of his wet fingers twisting my nipple. He roughly kneads them at the same tempo as his driving hips pump into me.
“I’m going to jizz in you. Fill you with my seed. Make you my whore.”
“Oh,” is all I can moan as the pleasure builds.
I’m so close, but I don’t know if I can push over the edge before he does. Fucking with more intensity, we’re suddenly in a race to see who can come first. I know he’s closer to coming. His breathing is faster, harsher, and I’m still not there.
Reaching between my legs, I would have fallen forward if Dayton wasn’t holding me still by my hair. My fingers find my clit and the hot flesh of his balls. I don’t know which one to touch. I’m tempted to enjoy his heavy sac, and I’m dying to know how it tastes.
But this is a race and Dayton is about to pass the finish line. My frenzied fingers caress my clit, wanting to come and feel pleasure to go with all this delicious pain. I’m so close…
Dayton grunts and shoves his cock deep inside me while his balls let loose. The thought of him filling me with his jizz provides me the extra mental stimulation I need to find my climax.
I howl like a wounded animal, finding the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Dayton pumps into me, insisting I take more of him and making me come harder. He’s unhinged behind me, and I laugh and cry at the way our bodies aren’t satisfied even after such intensity.
Even when his dick softens, Dayton won’t stop fucking me. He shoves my face into the mattress and holds me still while struggling to remain deep in my pussy.
“I want to come again,” I beg. “Finger me. Eat me out. Play with my clit. Just make me come.”
Dayton’s cock leaves my tender pussy finally, only to be replaced by two fingers. They mercilessly pump into me, and I whine from the building pleasure.
“Tease your clit,” he demands, keeping my head pinned to the mattress. “Show me how you like it.”
I reach between my legs and give my swollen nub what it craves. Making fast, rough circles, my fingers work with his until my pussy clenches and my body trembles from another climax.
Dayton pumps his fingers until I nearly collapse on the bed. Leaning over, he licks my ear.
“Good thing you got lost in the woods, young lady. I can’t imagine what I’d do with all this cum otherwise.”
I smile at his tone and from the feel of his now raging hard cock taunting my clit.
“Keep your face down and your ass up.”
“Please don’t hurt me anymore.”
Dayton slaps my ass, making me jump. I haven’t finished squealing when his cock returns to where it belongs, and we embark on another rough, wild adventure.
Twenty Three - Dayton
I never would have guessed Harmony Slater was a kinky minx. Our first time was fast and rough because we were drunk and I hadn’t stuck my dick in a woman in years. That night, I was just lucky I didn’t jizz the minute my cock came within an inch of her pussy.
Tonight, when Harmony comes so hard from me fucking her rough, I wonder if I can get her off any other way.
By the time I let her roll over and rest on her back, she looks spent. I even worry I was too rough despite her amazing orgasms.
“I admit I read Big Foot erotica a few years back,” she says when I relax on my side next to her. “Something about the way you were breathing and grunting made it all come back.”
Harmony sounds embarrassed by her fantasies. I remain silent, just enjoying how good my well used cock feels after too long with only my hand.
My fingers caress her throat before sliding down between her perky tits. After circling each still hard nipple, I explore her stomach. Finally, my fingers dip between her legs where her soft hairs remain drenched in our fluids.
“You smell good,” I say, lifting my fingers to lick the juices from them. “I never thought pussy smelled so good, but yours is like perfume.”
Harmony watches me explore until I spread her pussy open and look at her pink clit. Exhaling softly, she closes her eyes and opens her legs wider. I lick my finger and run the tip over her swollen flesh.
“A lot of girls can’t get off,” I say in a soft, almost menacing voice. “But all you need is this little button in your pussy to be pushed just right.”
I make faster circles around the flesh which swells even more, almost begging to be sucked.
“I’ve never wanted to taste a clit before. Is it like candy?”
Harmony’s mouth opens and she breathes faster as I twist around on the bed. I watch her tits rise and fall faster with her increased breathing. I’ll suck her pink nipples soon, but for now, my mouth waters at the thought of her fat little prick.
Her bed feels too small for my body, but I maneuver onto all fours so my face is over her waiting cunt. Harmony immediately takes my cock, stroking it.
“Not yet,” I say, removing her hand. “I need to focus on your pussy. You can play with my cock when I’m done.”
Harmony swallows hard, and her pussy clenches as my fingers tease the other flesh.
“Do you want me to lick it?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“How bad do you want it?”
“Please, Dayton.”
“Promise no other man can suck this clit.”
“No one else. I promise.”
“Did Hwan suck it?”
“You know he didn’t. Only you will suck it. Please, Dayton.”
Smiling at how she begs, I lower my face until her scent overwhelms me. My dick is painfully hard now, but I need to taste her before I can find relief.
Her pussy clenches when I give her clit even the tiniest lick. A second taste makes Harmony moan. I want to be gentle, just to k
now if I can make her come without having to flick this tender flesh.
That said, her orgasm needs to happen quickly because my dick is now too painful to ignore. The damn thing is already leaking in Harmony’s hand now that she’s stroking me again.
My tongue finds a tender yet unrelenting rhythm she replicates with her hand. Harmony takes less licking than I do stroking. Her orgasm washes over her, leaving her body covered in goose bumps. I don’t remove my tongue until her arched back settles onto the mattress and her breathing slows.
Turning on the bed, I cover her mouth with mine. Harmony sucks gently at my tongue and her fingers stroke my face. I don’t release her lips while my body adjusts on the bed so I’m between her legs. Harmony lifts her hips, searching for my cock. I press it against her flesh and ease inside her. This time, I plan to take my time, and Harmony will need to be patient.
When my lips finally leave hers, Harmony’s gaze locks on my face and watches me intently while I prop myself over her. I move slowly, allowing every inch of my cock to savor the heat of her wet pussy. Harmony doesn’t reach for her clit or tits. She doesn’t rush for an orgasm. Her only focus is my face. I feel exposed with her staring at me in this way, but I love the rawness of her gaze.
No barriers remain between us. Harmony sees into me down to my core, and she can’t look away.
I don’t think there’s a more powerful feeling than knowing my woman accepts me. Nothing and no one can defeat me. I’m a fucking powerhouse, ready to destroy any obstacle standing in my way. All because of this beautiful woman and her ability to see past my bullshit to the man I hide underneath.
Twenty Four - Harmony
Waking up next to Dayton, I can’t feel my legs. After a struggle, I lift myself up on my elbows and look at the nearby clock. The sun seems brighter than it should at eight in the morning. I consider returning to sleep, but Keanu is waiting for me to pick him up at Ruby’s.
I roll to my side and force my jelly legs to hold me up for the trip to the bathroom. Taking cautious steps, I worry my vagina will fall into the toilet.
Just the thought of such a thing sends me into giggles. Though I’ve tried remaining nonchalant about sex, there’s so much I didn’t know. Like how it feels for a man to literally fuck out my brains. I mean, I doubt I could perform even basic math right now and forget about spelling anything correctly.
Still naked on the toilet, I reach over to start the shower. I wish I had my phone so I could check for messages. Too tired to walk back to my room just feet away, I remain seated until the water gets hot.
A few minutes after stumbling under the shower, I shuffle back out and search for a towel. Still damp, I return to the bedroom and fight the urge to snuggle next to Dayton for a few hours.
“Why do you get up so early?” Dayton asks, hiding his eyes under his arm.
“I need to pick up Keanu.”
Dayton’s fingers caress my back while I search my dresser for clothes.
“It’s hot in your place.”
“Summer will do that,” I mumble, pulling up my panties and a loose skirt. “I had fun last night.”
“I know you did. I was there for all the moaning.”
I glance at him over my shoulder. “You surprise me. I’d think a man with your wealth, power, and good looks wouldn’t be so insecure.”
Dayton narrows his eyes and gives me a smirk. “You’re feisty in the morning. Let’s take a ride on the Dayton Dick Train.”
“No, thank you. I already put on my bra. Once that happens, the party is over.”
I stand and tug on my yellow “Frankie Say Relax” shirt. Turning to face Dayton, I find him stretched out with a raging hard-on.
“You’ll need to handle that on your own.”
“That’s been the story of my life for the last two years.”
Smiling, I throw his jeans over his legs. “Get dressed.”
“Did you at least make coffee?”
“No,” I say and walk out of the room. “If I had fresh coffee, I’d want to chill, and there’s no time for that. I need to pick up Keanu and grab a few groceries. Then I can nap.”
“So you’re saying,” Dayton mutters while appearing from the bedroom wearing his jeans, “I should come over later if I want to cuddle.”
“If you come over, just know Keanu will be here, and we’ll be clothed for all cuddling.”
Dayton smiles and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “You’re so stuck on me. Poor thing.”
“Where’s your shirt?” I ask, right before he kisses me.
Popping his lips free, Dayton shrugs. “I don’t know. You ravaged me hard last night. I wouldn’t be surprised if you shredded it.”
I dodge his next kiss and walk to the bedroom where I find his boxers and shirt.
“You skipped a step,” I point out while throwing the boxers at him.
“My dick likes the rough stuff, but you already knew that.”
Giggling despite my fatigue, I slide on my sandals and kick his boots toward him.
“I’ve got to go.”
“So, I’ll follow you over to make sure no one hassles you.”
“Like that would happen.”
Dayton shoves his feet into his boots and yanks at the ties. “Never know. This area is in flux.”
Once he’s dressed, we leave the trailer and head to the parking lot where he rides his Harley and I drive my compact car. The entire trek across town to his condos, he flirts with me. Pulling up to my window to wink or tug at his dick, the man has sex on his mind.
When we arrive at the condos, Dayton kisses me from my car into the elevator and then to Ruby’s door.
“So we can hook up next Friday, if you want,” I say, unaccustomed to after date/sex chit chat.
“Nope. I’ll probably drop by your place whenever I want. Might sleep over.”
“Or we can hook up next Friday.”
Dayton pins me between his body and the wall. “If you run, I will chase you. If you hide, I will find you. If you tell me no, I will stalk you into a yes. No matter what, you’re not shaking me loose.”
“Oh, I’ll shake you loose just fine if I want,” I say, poking his chest. “I’ll do whatever I want, mister.”
Smiling, he kisses my forehead. “Sorry for the morning breath.”
“I’ve tasted worse.”
“No, you haven’t,” he says, instantly wearing a jealous frown.
“How about the first time we hooked up? You were sporting some serious mouth stink that morning.”
Smiling again, Dayton backs up so I can get to Ruby’s door.
“I’ll be looking for you soon.”
“Okay, but maybe give my vagina a few days to recover.”
“Is that a real request?”
Nodding, I knock on Ruby’s door. Dayton gives me a smirk to end all smirks.
“Poor Harmony and her poor vagina.”
Sharing his grin, I only look away when Ruby answers and I hear Keanu running on the hardwood floors. The only guy who can make me smile more than the sexy jerk I spent the night with is the sweet little boy barreling toward me now.
Once I’m inside the condo, Ruby peeks out into the hall to give Dayton a smile.
“Keep walking, stud.”
“Stop flirting,” I hear Dayton say. “What would Bonn think?”
Ruby laughs and shuts the door. Turning to me, she shakes her head.
“On the first date? Where’s your self-control?”
“Probably wherever I stashed my self-respect,” I say, picking up Keanu. “Did you miss me?”
Keanu nods and shows Carl to me. “We slept in Elle’s bed.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“It’s a big bed.”
Smiling, I hug him tighter against me. He hugs me back for nearly a minute before wanting his freedom. Squirming, he gets me to put him back on the floor.
“Can I play?”
“Yep.”
Keanu runs back to where his cousin sits on
the floor with her dolls.
“Was he good last night?”
“Perfect,” Ruby says, handing me a cup of coffee. “Don’t be upset, but he talked to Hayes’s kids.”
Angus Hayes is the big boss in the town of White Horse. Nothing about him is friendly, and I can’t imagine why his kids would be talking to mine.
“How?”
“Skype. Elle chats with them every day. Mostly, they talk about how school is lame, and what they’ll do if the zombies come. They’re very into preparing for the end of the world. I’m sure they get that from Hayes.”
“Why would they want to talk to a three-year-old? Aren’t they fifth graders?”
“He’s Elle’s cousin, and they’re pretty attached to her.”
“Huh.”
“They feel like outsiders. Elle does too. Makes sense even if Hayes creeps me out.”
“He doesn’t creep me out. He’s just a man.”
“So tough,” she teases, poking me. “How was your date?”
I sit on a stool at the kitchen island. “Pretty excellent. He asked me a lot of questions that he’s clearly been thinking about for a long time. He also gave me some crap that I threw back at him. In the end, he claimed to have been waiting for me for two years.”
“Waiting?”
“Sex wise.”
“No way.”
“I believe him, but I’m a sap who believes everyone.”
Ruby leans against the counter. “I’ve heard of his many conquests. Hard to believe they were all wrong.”
Shrugging, I feel a little defensive. “I’ll believe Dayton until someone proves him a liar.”
Ruby narrows her gaze and points at me. “You know, all those times I heard about him partying and fucking chicks, no one ever said who the chicks were. I mean, I never asked or cared because his dick wasn’t my problem. I assumed they were club sluts that got passed around. Hmm… I wonder if anyone would even notice if he actually stopped fucking chicks and just acted like he was.”
“Clearly, they didn’t,” I say, holding onto my belief in Dayton.