Rocky (Dixie Reapers MC3)

by Harley Wylde

  “I love you, Rocky,” she said, smiling over at me as I pulled to a stop in front of our home.

  “Love you too, sweet girl.”

  She followed me into the house, and I’d barely locked the door before Mara had launched herself into my arms. My back slammed into the door as the full force of her body rocked me on my heels. I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm and wrapped an arm around her waist as she pressed her lips to mine. I hadn’t seen this aggressive side of her before and was both a little amused and a lot turned on. My dick hardened and pressed against my zipper as her legs went around my waist. Even through her jeans, I could feel the heat of her pussy, practically begging to be filled with my cock.

  “Bedroom,” she said, drawing back.

  With a growl, I turned us so that she was pushed up against the door, and I ground my cock against her. “No. Here. Now.”

  Her eyes dilated, and her lips parted slightly. I kissed her like a man possessed, my mouth devouring hers as my tongue thrust between her lips. I felt her surrender in the way her body melted against me, heard it in the soft sounds she made. Mara’s nails bit into my shoulders as she clung to me, and I could feel the hard points of her nipples brushing against my chest. I let my lips trail along her jaw and then lightly bit her neck. She moaned and arched against me, tilting her head to give me better access. I sucked on the soft skin along her throat just hard enough to leave a mark.

  I eased away from her, setting her down. My hands braced her until I knew she could stand on her own, then I took a step back. “Strip.”

  Her breath caught, but she didn’t hesitate to obey me. She ripped her shirt over her head and threw it off to the side before kicking off her shoes and shimmying out of her jeans. The bra and panties she had on were my favorites, the lace so sheer it left little to the imagination. When she reached for the clasp on her bra, I reached out to stop her.

  “You look sexy as hell in those,” I said.

  “You want them to stay on?”

  I nodded and grabbed the back of my shirt, hauling it over my head and letting it falling to the floor. I wanted her too damn bad to strip all the way, but I unfastened my belt and jeans before prowling closer to her. Mara backed up, running into the door, but the look in her eyes said she wanted me to catch her, to claim her and ruin her for all other men. Not that I was ever letting someone else touch her. I’d fucking kill anyone who tried.

  Mara’s hands settled at my waist, shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down far enough my cock sprang out, hard and ready for her. She gripped the shaft with her small hand and stroked it a few times.

  “I’m not stopping until I’ve filled you up in every way possible,” I said, my voice mostly a growl. “You want that?”

  She stared at me, eyes wide. I leaned in closer, my cock brushing her belly as my lips ghosted along her ear. “You want my cum, sweet girl? Tell me you want it, want my cock in your mouth, thrusting in your pussy, and pounding that tight little ass.”

  Mara whimpered, and when I pulled away I saw her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored. Yeah, she liked that idea. If her nipples had been any harder, they’d probably slice through the material of her bra. I leaned down and closed my lips around the tip of one breast, the lace rough against my tongue as I laved it through the material. Mara’s hand went to my head, pulling me even closer. I snaked a hand down inside her panties, tracing my fingers along her wet slit. She was more than ready for me, but I wasn’t in a rush. I wanted her, every inch of her, and I wasn’t stopping until I’d fucked her in every way possible. I had a feeling we were both going to be sore tomorrow.

  I drew away, taking a step back again. I pointed at the ground. “On your knees.”

  Mara trembled as she sank down to the floor, her hands braced on her thighs as she waited for my next instruction. She looked so damn beautiful, just waiting for my cock. The look in her eyes was hungry, and I knew she wanted this as much as I did. Mara might have been a virgin when I took her the first time, but she was made for this, made for my cock, for fucking.

  “Open,” I told her.

  Her jaw dropped, and I reached out, gripping a handful of her hair, then dragging her toward my cock. I painted her lips with pre-cum before easing the head inside. I teased her, pushing in just a little, then pulling back. Her tongue flicked against me, then curled around my shaft as I sank farther into her mouth. I held her steady as I thrust in and out of her mouth, each stroke a little deeper than the last until she was taking all of me.

  “That’s it, sweet girl. Take every fucking inch.”

  She moaned as I fucked her mouth, slow and steady at first, then a little faster. I could feel my climax coming, my balls drawing up. I took her mouth harder, and with a groan I let loose, spurt after spurt of cum filling her mouth and sliding down her throat.

  “Keep sucking, baby. Make me nice and hard again.”

  She reached up and gripped my hips before putting that talented tongue of hers to good use. She licked, sucked, and teased my shaft until I was ready to go again. Her mouth felt like fucking heaven, but I didn’t want to come down her throat again. I wanted in that sweet pussy of hers. I pulled free of her lips and hauled her to her feet, then pressed her against the door.

  Her lips were swollen and red, and there was a drop of cum at the corner of her mouth. I flicked it away with my thumb, then took my time looking her over. It seemed a shame such perfect breasts should be confined, even if the packaging was pretty. I pulled the cups down and teased her nipples with my fingers, smiling when I saw her squeezing her thighs together.

  “Feel good, baby?” I asked.

  Mara bit her lip and nodded.

  “Want more?” I asked.

  “Please,” she said softly. “Please fuck me.”

  My lips brushed against hers. “You want my cock?”

  She moaned, and her eyes fluttered shut as my fingers coasted along the crotch of her panties.

  “Want my cock in your pussy?”

  She nodded and spread her legs a little, giving me room to play. I eased a finger under the material and stroked her satiny lips. If I’d thought she was wet before, she was beyond soaked now. It seemed my dirty girl had gotten turned on by me using her the way I had, fucking that delicious mouth of hers. I stroked over her clit, and she cried out, grinding against me.

  “You want to come?” I asked, leaning forward to nip her bottom lip.

  “Make me come, Rocky. I need to so bad.”

  I rubbed her clit, the little bud slippery from her cream, until her legs trembled and she was hanging onto me like her life depended on it. I kept stroking it until she came, her release flooding her panties. A groan slipped out of me as I thought about fucking her, how amazing she’d feel right now. I pulled my finger free of her panties and lifted her, then pinned her to the door with my body. Reaching between us, I shoved her panties to the side and entered her with one long thrust.

  Mara cried out as I filled her, not stopping until every inch of my cock was buried inside her. Her ankles were locked behind my back, and I began stroking in and out of her. Deep. Hard. I didn’t have it in me to be gentle right then. I wanted her too fucking bad. The door rattled on its hinges as I pounded into her, driving my cock into her wet little pussy again and again. When she came, she screamed my name and her nails bit into my skin. It was just the right amount of pain to send me over the edge, and I filled her up with my cum, pumping until every drop had been wrung from my balls.

  With my dick deep inside her, I gripped her ass and carefully carried her to the bedroom, mindful that my pants could slip at any moment and cause both of us to tumble to the floor. I made it to the bed without incident and finally pulled out of her. Our mingled fluids gushed down her thighs, and I gently nudged her onto the bed, then pulled her panties down her legs. I loved seeing her thighs all wet and sticky, knowing I was the cause.

  “I know I’ve played around with your ass, but I haven’t fucked you there yet. Are you up fo
r that today?” I asked. As badly as I wanted to take her there, I wouldn’t do it if she didn’t feel ready. I wanted the experience to be mind-blowing for both of us. The way her pussy squeezed me, I knew her ass would be ten times better.

  “I’m ready,” she said, a blush staining her cheeks.

  She started to roll over, but I stopped her, just wanting to look for another moment. Her bra was still pushed down under her breasts and her dusky nipples were hard. Her thighs were parted, and her pussy and thighs were covered in cum. Fuck, but that was a gorgeous sight. It was tempting to take a picture, just so I’d remember this moment forever.

  “Hands and knees, sweet girl,” I said, as I opened the bedside table and pulled out the lube.

  She rolled to her belly, then got her knees up under her and presented her ass to me. Her thighs were spread enough that I had a nice view of her pussy as well. I reached for her and popped the cap open on the bottle in my hand. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, I drizzled some lube between them, then used my finger to work it into her. The tight little ring of muscle resisted at first, but it didn’t take long before she was taking my finger.

  I tossed the lube aside, and while I stretched her ass, I slid my cock back into her pussy. Using slow, shallow strokes, I fucked her while I worked on getting a second and then third finger into her tight little hole. If I were into sharing, I’d be willing to bet that sweet little Mara could handle two cocks at once. But that shit wasn’t ever going to happen because she was mine and only mine.

  Withdrawing from her pussy and pulling my fingers free, I used my hands to spread her wide-open.

  “You ready, sweet girl? Just remember to breathe out and relax. Push out against me when I enter you.”

  “Yes, Rocky,” she said softly.

  I lined up my cock and ground my teeth together as I struggled to get inside her. She was so fucking tight, even after me stretching her, but finally I got the head of my cock into her ass. She whimpered and squirmed beneath me. A quick swat to her ass made her grow still, and I rubbed away the sting before sliding a little more of my cock into her.

  “You okay, baby?” I asked.

  “So full,” she murmured.

  “Does it hurt?” I asked.

  “It burns, but don’t stop.”

  I groaned as I worked more of my dick inside her, as I finally bottomed out, my balls slapping her pussy, I knew I wouldn’t last for long. I’d never felt anything so tight, and my eyes damn near crossed from the exquisite pleasure.

  “I’ll take things slow,” I told her.

  “No.”

  “What do you mean ‘no’?”

  “Don’t baby me, Rocky. If you want to fuck me, then do it. I don’t need slow. Take me the way you really want to.”

  My stomach clenched. “Sweet girl, what I want is to ride this ass hard and deep, and I don’t think you’re anywhere near ready for that.”

  “So I’ll be sore tomorrow,” she said. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

  “Mara…”

  “Please,” she begged. “I want all of you, Rocky. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hold back.”

  I leaned forward and kissed her spine. “Then hold on, little girl.”

  She clenched her hands on the bedding, and I gripped her hips tight. I tried to temper my thrusts at first, wanting to be careful with her, despite what she’d said, but soon I was taking her as fast, deep, and hard as I wanted. I groaned as I pounded into her, fucking her the way I’d been wanting since the moment she flashed me back at the cabin. I rode her ass, giving her every inch, again and again.

  “Play with your clit,” I said, my teeth clenched. “Make yourself come. I’m so damn close.”

  Mara shifted and obeyed my command, and soon she was crying out and pushing back against me. I felt the gush of moisture from her pussy coating my balls as I slammed into her again and again, filling her ass with my cum. I stayed buried inside her a moment, trying to catch my breath, my cock twitching from the force of my release. As I eased out of her, she moaned and collapsed onto the bed.

  I let her rest while I went down the hall to the bathroom and started the shower. She was half-asleep when I went back for her, and I pulled her into my arms, carrying her with ease. I stepped into the shower with her still in my arms, then let her slide down my body until she was standing on her own. She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tight, resting her cheek over my heart.

  It was amazing how much my life had changed in such a short amount of time. I hadn’t wanted a woman, hadn’t wanted a family, but it seemed Fate had other ideas in mind for me, and now I had both, and I couldn’t have been fucking happier. I would protect her for the rest of my life, her and our child, and I would make sure they never wanted for anything. She had my heart, owned my soul, and there wasn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do for her.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  She was thanking me? “For what?”

  “For saving me, for protecting me, for loving me.”

  “I will save you every time you need to be rescued, protect you every day from now until eternity, and love you until I draw my last breath. You’re mine, Mara.” I tipped her chin up. “And I’m yours.”

  A soft smile curved her lips and a sense of peace settled over me, something I’d thought I’d never feel again. Maybe I hadn’t been the one to save her. Maybe she had been the one to save me. Or perhaps we saved each other.

  She might wear a Property of Rocky stamp on her body, but my heart was tattooed with Property of Mara.

  Harley Wylde

  Short. Erotic. Sweet.

  Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.

  When Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more.

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