by Candy Quinn
“Maybe you’re just the type of goody two-shoes who’d turn a fella over who’s in need,” he said, lookin’ me over, his eyes comin’ to rest down my top, which was pretty scandalous I gotta say.
I could smell him. That musky, masculine scent like a man who’d been workin’ hard in the fields all day. That recent sweat, that bit of glistening across his brow. I looked over his full mouth as he spoke, watching the little ways that he sneered, that his upper lip parted to show off the whites of his teeth. A little bit of moisture glistened on his lower lip, and I was transfixed.
So transfixed it took me a while to realize what he was sayin’.
My brows furrowed, but my mind was moving like molasses, distracted as I was by his... everything.
“I won’t,” I murmured dumbly.
He leaned in real close, only amplifyin’ all my problems with the situation! I could barely swallow, my throat had gone dry even as I worried that I was droolin’.
“And how am I supposed to believe you, huh?” he asked, takin’ another long look over my body. I was dressed in only my daisy dukes, shoes and a top tied up around my belly, ‘cause it was too hot for anythin’ else. But it left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze.
Not that there were anythin’ wrong with that. I kinda liked it, even. Was makin’ everythin’ in my body wake up like from a sleep, and I couldn’t help but just stare at him.
I knew, though, that wasn’t what he wanted. I needed to say...
Something.
Convince him of some way he could believe I wasn’t gonna rat him out. I mean, dude’s obviously trouble from the look of him and the fact that the sheriff’s after him...
“Uh, I won’t.” Damn it, Annie, that’s not gonna work. “I promise.”
The look on his face said he weren’t impressed none by that pathetic attempt to persuade him. Though he casually reached up a hand, let the back of his finger brush along the edge of my breast just ever so slightly. It was full, and round, biggest rack in the town, not that the competition was exactly fierce. But hey, city feller like him certainly seemed to approve!
“You’re a pretty dame,” he said to me in his smoky voice, “and I wanna trust you. But I’m a cautious fella, and I don’t know yet why exactly I should. I mean… I’m out here in your barn, and you’re bein’ so tight lipped,” he said, the words sounding so… so poignant somehow.
But the way he was touchin’ me and lookin’ at me didn’t exactly make me wanna talk. He was turnin’ me into a droolin’ dummy, and set my pulse to racing.
“I just ain’t ever been in a situation like this, I dunno what to say,” I said, my voice breathy and so quiet. I was tryin’ to be bold and confident but he was makin’ me squirm and there was a pulsin’ between my thighs that I couldn’t ignore.
“I don’t want you to say much of anythin’, beautiful,” he remarked, liftin’ his hand up to my face, lettin’ his thumb trace along my pouty lips as I just stood there and stared. “But y’see, a man like me… in my predicament… I need some sign of faith. Some show that you trust me. Y’know what I mean? Some gesture that lets me know you’re gonna be faithful to me,” he remarked, his broad, bare chest on display, this hoodlum on the run so deliciously exposed before me.
It wasn’t that I was really dumb. It wasn’t like I didn’t understand what he might be gettin’ at.
But I wasn’t no loose woman. Sure, I was eighteen, but I was still a proud virgin and until that moment I figured I’d save it for marriage. That I’d give it to someone special, someone who loved me.
Around this brute, though, all logic and reasoning was quickly slippin’ away from me.
“What do ya mean?” I managed, trying to buy myself time.
Though time for what?
His head tilted to the side, and he looked me over, not a shred of shame on display as he gaze down my top at my big, pillowy tits. He was a brute of a man, and showed no reservations in lettin’ it be known. Though with a body like that, such prominent pecs and an eight pack of abs, it was hard to blame him.
“A beautiful lady can show she trusts a fella a lot of ways,” he said, lickin’ his lips ever so slowly, leavin’ those pink morsels glossy like his perspiration glistenin’ chest. “By givin’ a man she likes somethin’ precious. Somethin’... pleasant,” he husked.
I was certain that I was as red as a tomato baked in the sun.
“It’s just, I ain’t never...” I murmured...
How embarrassin’. Having to admit to some thug I was a virgin and of no use to him at all.
He tilted his head, lookin’ at me with some surprise on his face.
“You’re tellin’ me a beautiful, ravishin’ woman like yourself… with tits out to here—” he touched his big ol’ hand against my breasts and I felt I could nearly die! “Ain’t never been with a fella before?” he asked as much as said, studyin’ me up, like I was some sorta mystery before him.
“Course not!” I said with exasperation, my body conflicting so much with my mind. I was delirious with his touch, but I knew how bad it was to want it. To want to feel his body against mine, to hear all the filthy things he wanted me to do to him. With him.
And my mind was fightin’ a losing battle.
He took his time, lookin’ me up and down in such a way he seemed to think I was the prettiest thing he ever did see. His fingers brushin’ back over my cheek, nudgin’ my stray lock of blonde hair back behind my ear for me.
“Well… what’s yer name, darling?” he asked me in a deep husk, so laced with masculine lust.
“Annie,” I managed, the name ingrained enough within my mind that I didn’t have to overthink it.
The way his rough hand felt on my soft skin was sublime...
He smiled at me, and seein’ that handsome face shift with the look of a smile only made him look all the more attractive to me, despite my best efforts.
“Well Annie,” he said slowly, his hard fingers grazin’ my cheeks again as he stroked my skin. “That sounds like the most perfect thing, don’t you think? What better way to show you trust a fella, then willingly handin’ over what’s most precious to you, huh?”
My eyes went wide.
My body begged me to say yes.
My mind pleaded with me to be more rational, to try to give him somethin’ else. Anythin’ else. Who’d want me after I was sullied by a guy like him?
I was breathing so hard I thought I might pass out, and I was gettin’ a little dizzy.
Who could blame me for losin’ myself to him? I told myself. It weren’t like I had a lot of choices...
Lost in my inner turmoil, my eyes were shut, but when I opened them again, his hand was down, slidin’ over his rock hard abs, down into his sunken jeans. Those fingertips dispearin’ into the denim as he eyed me.
“And I gotta admit, Annie… seein’ such a busty beauty as you, I’m thinking there’s nothin’ more I’d rather have in this whole world, than a go with your beautiful body,” he said, grinnin’ at me unevenly.
My eyes followed his hand, his lewd actions. I couldn’t help it. I was transfixed, lost in that sexy trail leading to the hidden parts of a man’s body that I ain’t seen before.
I couldn’t look anywhere else, my nipples stiff as pebbles beneath my shirt, my sex gettin’ uncomfortably warm beneath my daisy dukes.
“That’s wrong though,” I managed, though I couldn’t even convince myself with those words and I was the one who said it.
He leaned in so very close, his lips hoverin’ less than an inch away from mine as his hand did such dirty things right for me to see. Such a filthy sight like I’d never seen before, in all my years. And like nothin’ else, I wanted it more’n anythin’.
“Who could blame ya?” he said, dark eyes locked on mine. “Now undo them shorts a yers, Annie. Slip ‘em down and be a good girl fer me, won’t ya?”
I wanted to look up to the heavens, to clear my vision of his sinful ways, but I was trapped in his snare. Completely useless t
o do anythin’ else but obey. To fight tooth and nail to resist the urge to unbutton my shorts for a man I didn’t even know the name of...
And failing.
“That’s a good girl,” he husked, watchin’ me so intently as I slowly undid the buttons of my daisy duke shorts, lettin’ ‘em drop ever so slowly to show my panties beneath. Somethin’ I’d never done for a single man before, not even Bobby back in high school.
“Real good,” he stated again, slippin’ his own hand out of his jeans and reachin’ out, to rub his bare fingers over the fabric of my panties, across the outline of my lil’ cunny beneath. Oh lord, it was so dirty and wrong… but felt oh so good. “You know what comes next, don’t ya?”
I was wetter than a rainstorm, and his touch was like the Fourth of July, my body tremblin’ like mad. I couldn’t even think, just lean my back in against the barn wall as a moan erupted from my lungs.
I’d never felt anythin’ like it.
“No,” I murmured honestly.
Those expert fingers of his, that must’ve seen more action than I ever would, continued to move up and down along my lil’ slit, workin’ it so wonderfully. Better than I ever could in the brief moments I dared test sin in the bathtub. He made me quiver and moan in excitement right there, in the gosh darn barn as he felt me up.
“This ain’t nothin’ but a bit of foreplay,” he said to me so casually, workin’ his digits along my delicate, feminine sex. “You know you gotta drop these panties for me now, don’t ya girl?” he said so pleasantly, as if we was just best of friends.
As if he weren’t some outlaw, runnin’ from the Sheriff and who knew what else.
“I can’t,” I said so softly and instantly I regretted it. My body was makin’ me regret it, because it wanted more. I didn’t know how I could go back to not feelin’ him right now as he touched me.
He gave a disappointed look, but he never stopped. Instead, he spoke up again.
“That’s a downright shame. Well then… let me,” he said, and he slowly retracted his fingers from strokin’ at my slit, and reached up, grasping the waistband of my panties and slowly drawin’ ‘em on down, lettin’ ‘em sink on down to gradually expose my naughty bits. The slightest of actions could’ve stopped him, he weren’t usin’ no force or nothin’.
But I didn’t wanna stop him. I didn’t want him to stop, not even a little. He was turnin’ me on like I could never’ve believed until that moment, and I wanted to know so bad what he’d do next.
I stepped outta the panties and the daisy dukes, feelin’ so exposed even though I was still wearin’ my top. I could feel a little sheen of sweat begin to develop, the heat and my excitement conspirin’ against me and makin’ my mind move slow.
As he stared at me, lookin’ me over, sizin’ me up in my naked glory, I could feel a bead of sweat dribble on down between my two breasts, and he stood there, starin’ and watchin’ the whole thing, shameless as anythin’.
“Beautiful,” he remarked in a deep husk, lettin’ his fingers slide on back, rubbin’ at my lady bits without even the panties to separate us now. Just his bare fingers strokin’ my wet folds as he stared at my body with such obvious desire.
“You’re a vision of beauty,” he said in his growling voice, and I could see a bulge formin’ in his jeans. “The prettiest sight to see for ten counties over, at least.”
“This ain’t right,” I protested, but my heart wasn’t in it. I was a slave to passion just like any mortal, and I breathed harder and faster as I shifted under his stare.
My body was gettin’ so wound up, my muscles tightenin’ as he touched me, and I was feelin’ so exposed.
And so sexy...
“But it feels sooo damn good, don’t it girl?” he said, a big grin on his chiselled, handsome face as he touched right upon my most private of parts. His thick fingers circlin’ my clit, stokin’ my fires so high as he moved in, and placed his lips against my neck. It made me tremble, more so when he did it again, then moved on down to my collarbone, kissin’ his way towards my chest, until he was smackin’ his lips right upon my breasts.
I gasped, because even when he was touchin’ my sex, nothin’ could compare to the combination of his mouth and his fingers working together.
I whimpered, my head thrust back and my tits thrust into his face, my mind completely gone. It was just my body responding to his in the most animal of ways, and I couldn’t fight it no more. I wanted him. I wanted his mouth and his hands and his body all over me.
He was kissin’ his way down, over the mound of my supple breast flesh, his fingers workin’ such a miracle on my loins as I moaned and writhed. He was a master of the flesh, I could tell. There weren’t nothin’ he didn’t seem to know about my own body, more’n I knew by far.
Before I knew it, he’d undone the knot that held my top in place, and my breasts spilled out. His kisses landin’ around the areolas, teasin’ the edge of my hard nipples. All as his fingers teased the entrance to my lil’ pussy.
“I’m gonna need you to turn around now, darling. Turn around and bend over, with your hands against the wall,” he instructed in that dark, grizzly voice of his, so laced with authority and desire.
Part of me didn’t want to obey. That part wanted to see him, to watch what he was doin’ next.
But with my eyes closed, it wasn’t easy to see much of anythin’, to say the least.
I didn’t know much about sex or nothin’ like that, but I knew it was how women got pregnant, and I didn’t wanna get pregnant by no man that was gonna be on the run.
I tried to tell him that, but my brain was so fuzzy it came out as, “I don’t wanna baby,” instead of anythin’ intelligible. It must’ve seemed even sillier since I was turnin’ around at the time.
“Don’t worry your pretty lil’ head,” he husked to me, as I heard him workin’ the buttons of his jeans. And I couldn’t help but peer back over my shoulder, watch as he dropped those trousers, and out popped this massive, throbbin’ length of manhood.
It was like nothin’ I’d ever seen. Big, criss-crossed with bulgin’ veins, and lookin’ so damn needful. It was glorious, with a glistenin’, purple tip that stretched out for me.
“Just spread yer legs, and put yer trust in me, beautiful,” he said, slidin’ his hand over my bare, round ass cheek, fondlin’ it so intimately. “You probably won’t get no baby in you.”
“Probably?” I whimpered, but I was staring at his tool, distracted by it as I watched it pulse in time with the pounding of his heart.
It was glorious, and my legs parted slightly at his order, still so scared. I knew it weren’t right, but I wanted it so damn bad.
“That’s right,” he husked, and he brought that big ol’ beast of an organ up against me, teasin’ the tip along my lady bits, makin’ me tremble and squirm as he used it to stoke the fires of my loins no less than he had his own fingers.
“Besides, it’s about time you had a big ol’ cock in you,” he said to me so crassly, the criminal’s words so dirty. “Don’t you want a big dick to take your cherry finally? It’s a lot of burden to carry with you.”
My face was screwed up as I felt him touch me, his breath grazin’ my ear as he spoke of such nasty things that every part of me craved.
He was right. I wanted him. I wanted his body.
I wanted him to rid me of my innocence.
I spread my legs a little wider but couldn’t bring myself to say anythin’ back to him.
“That’s a good girl,” he said in response, continuin’ to tease that big ol’ manhood of his against my nethers. Makin’ my lil’ clit sing as he would swirl around it, then slide on down to tease against the entrance to my cunny.
His lips landed upon my neck, smackin’ softly as he kissed on down to my shoulder, then back up again. He was so soft and gentle, despite his big, strong body, and all those scary tattoos. But he had so much strength in reserve, and I knew he could snap me like a twig if he wanted.
Instead, he just s
lowly began to sink that big ol’ dick of his into me.
“C’mon,” he said, his voice a deep, low groan as he sank into me. “I wanna feel you all around me, babe.”
“Too big!” I cried out. I’d never felt nothin’ like it, and I was soakin’ wet but that was barely helpin’ at all.
He didn’t relent, though, grabbin’ onto my shoulder as he sucked on my neck, his tongue flicking against me as he kept me from squirming.
Then he pulled me back against him, hard, with a single thrust, and there weren’t no goin’ back. He was lodged all the way up inside me and my little puss felt like it was on fire.
I had never felt so full in all my life, and his lips broke their seal on my skin so he could let out such a deep, satisfied moan. So husky and lewd, it sounded like he was lost in pure heaven, and I felt a bit like that too. Each throb of his shaft makin’ my lil’ cunny stretch wider to accommodate his big ol’ girth.
“Ohhh fuck yeah,” he cursed. “You weren’t kiddin’ about bein’ a virgin, girl,” he husked to me in such approval, his dick throbbin’ wildly inside me as one of his hands slid up beneath me to cup one of my danglin’ breasts. Those fingers sinkin’ into my supple, tender flesh, squeezin’ and kneadin’ at me. “You ready to get fucked girl? ‘Cause I’m ready to fuck your gorgeous brains out.”
“Yes!” I screamed, but it was just on pure instinct. I certainly didn’t wanna scream that! But he felt so good. It was like my body had just completely taken over my brain, and now I was just addicted and wantin’ more of this man I never should’ve ever let touch me in the first place.
But the feel of that raw cock as he slowly withdrew, tuggin’ at my insides… it was sublime. It was better’n any heaven I ever dreamed up in church on Sundays! The feelin’ of bein’ so full by such a big ol’ brute of a man…
Oh lordy, I was lost to sin!
He began to pump his length into me, slow and steady. That thick length fillin’ me up as he began to quicken his pace, his deep, husky voice lettin’ loose his groans as he pumped me up against the barn wall.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he said crassly. “You’ve got such a tight lil’ cunt, I’ve never fucked someone so tight and tasty as you.”