Rhett slipped behind her on the couch, his front to her back. Impaled on this thick cock, she could feel every inch of him inside her. He held her tight as she hovered on the edge of the furniture and began to pump his hips while gripping her.
She was in for a wild ride. He took her roughly as he kissed her throat. She’d known it was one night, just one night, but she’d hoped for a little more romance than this. Taylor wasn’t under any false illusions this was forever. She shoved the thoughts to the back of her head and took his rough thrusts, meeting each and every one.
A wild night. A furious fucking. That’s all it was.
Rhett had made her scream his name once already with his talented lips on her pussy, and she was already sensing another orgasm building within her. That’s what she’d wanted—to see how hard he could make her come.
This was raw.
Carnal.
He was a beast, savaging her with his massive cock. Cream coated her thighs, each pummel of his cock spreading more of her honey over her folds to ease his passage.
She shivered, every nerve in her body alive. He thrust into her, their bodies slapping hard against each other with his rapid pace. The sound of it echoed within the sunroom. The windows fogged from the heat they were producing. Sweat beaded on her forehead, despite the coolness. She was on fire, no matter the temperature.
Taylor trembled in his arms as her orgasm grew nearer. His fingers found her clit and worked it in time to the forceful drives of his cock. His body was as tight as hers, and she wondered if he approached the edge as well. He drove her closer and closer, his lips leaving burning trails up her shoulder and neck as his thumb drew circles on her throbbing nub.
White light burned behind her lids as her second orgasm came crashing over her. She opened her mouth, a scream renting the air as the force of her release pushed it from her throat. A taut bow, her body shattered as she came.
Rhett stiffened behind her, crying out as he flooded the condom, the heat of his cum warming the inside of her channel. His fingers bit into her skin as his body jerked each time his cock erupted inside her. She could feel his shaft pulse each time against the fluttering of her own sex, which only prolonged her release.
Taylor finally came down off the high she felt and Rhett stopped moving within her. They lay there for long moments, catching their breath. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart against her back. It only mirrored the frenzied pulse of her own. They slowed together as the sweat on her body cooled and began to chill across her skin.
Rhett eased from her pussy, kissing her throat and shoulder. Once he pulled clear, he lifted them both to a seated position and slipped from below her. He exited the room for a moment, pulling the condom from his shaft. Taylor lifted her panties and shorts back into place, her pussy sweetly sore from the abuse. Her walls still quaked some, the remnants from the two orgasms making her limbs rubbery and her lids want to lower. As he walked back into the sunroom, his pants closed up and his cock hidden, she was pulling up his running pants to warm her legs.
She felt a little self-conscious. Taylor wasn’t in the habit of random sex acts with near strangers. Okay, maybe he wasn’t exactly a stranger, but he’d been gone so long, she really didn’t know him anymore. Not that she had been close to him in the first place.
Rhett crashed on the other end of the couch and lounged, lifting his feet to rest on the small coffee table. Without a word, he drew her into his arms and nestled her in the crook of his arm. It wasn’t exactly the romance she’d asked for, but at least he wasn’t kicking her out the front door two seconds after fucking her.
But then, how long was long enough? When should she ask to escape his presence and have him take her back to her car? She nestled into him, waiting for what felt like the right moment. Her eyelids drooped, his warmth leeching into her.
Chapter Four
Rhett opened his eyes and saw the first light of daybreak coming up over the woods. He hadn’t even remembered falling asleep. He started to stretch, but realized he wasn’t alone. Looking down, there was a woman curled into his side, almost in his lap.
Taylor.
They must have fallen asleep after their fast and furious fucking on the little couch. My God, he hadn’t meant for it to happen, but he’d been at the ends of his control when she’d reached up and kissed him. Once she’d lit the match, the fire ignited and there was no looking back. He’d been a teenager again, fumbling and bumbling, and rushing to release. At least he’d had the presence of mind to make sure she’d come a couple of times before losing it. He had no idea where the controlled lover he’d become had went last night, but she’d deserved better.
He stared down at her sleeping face, amazed at how beautiful a woman she’d become. It wasn’t a surprise. He’d known ten years ago she’d be gorgeous, as she was a pretty girl. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected he’d want her with a need he couldn’t contain. She was Jennings’ little sister, and he was just coming off a bad divorce. Taylor couldn’t be his rebound and he didn’t want to ruin a friendship, but it was too late to worry about all those things. He’d thought with his dick instead of his brain, but then that was his usual operating procedure. It’s what led him to divorce in the first place.
Taylor was much too good a woman to be a quick roll in the hay. She was spunky, sharp-witted, and strong, all the things he loved in a woman. Being from his hometown, she shared his values. She still saw the worth in this old house whereas his ex would’ve wanted to tear it to the ground and build something new and grand instead of restoring it to its former glory, as Taylor had put it.
Taylor was pursuing her degree instead of pursuing a man. There was something very sexy about that. An independent, educated, sexy woman—she was completely his type. The type of woman he should’ve looked for outside of Dixon.
Right now, he couldn’t have a type at all.
Not when he’d just came back here to get his head on straight. He didn’t want to carry all his baggage into a new relationship, but the thought of Taylor walking away from him made his chest ache.
He wanted to get to know her, all of her.
His preoccupation was more than physical, but the carnal was what was jerking his chain right now. Rhett was still hungry for another taste of her flesh, ready to lick every inch of her again. He wanted to trace his fingers over every curve and dip his tongue into the hollows. He held back a groan as a vision from last night—of him sampling the damp, swollen lips of her pussy— entered his mind. His cock was rock hard and ready again. Rhett shifted slightly to give himself a little room in his jeans.
Taylor moved against him, his movement apparently waking her up. She sat up straighter and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Morning, sleepy head,” he whispered.
She looked up at him, awareness not completely evident. “What time is it?”
Rhett glanced at his watch. “Five-thirty.”
“Why’d you let me go to sleep?” she asked.
“I fell asleep, too. Just woke up.”
Taylor cuddled into him closer, when he’d half expected her to pull away. “It’s chilly out here.”
“Want to go in?”
She shook her head. “The sun’s coming up. Can you see it through the trees?”
Rhett looked over and caught sight of the orange haze appearing over the tree line.
“Let’s sit and watch it, if you don’t mind,” she said sleepily.
He pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head, not ready to let go of her just yet anyway. “I don’t mind at all.”
They sat there, in comfortable silence, watching as the sun blessed the new day. Rhett almost wished it would slow down, because he didn’t want her to get up and leave. Even knowing it was only multiplying the mistake, he still wanted her again. One fumbling night wasn’t enough. He wanted to savor her slowly, not race to the end. As the sun finally pulled above the woods, he leaned down to kiss her again.
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r yielded immediately, as if she’d been waiting for him to do it. She tasted so sweet, her mouth opening to him readily. He pulled her the rest of the way onto his lap, letting her straddle his hips and feel him hard for her. Rhett needed back inside her velvet folds. Taylor kissed him wildly, rubbing herself along his length. Now on top, she took control of their kiss somewhat, until he speared a hand through her hair to slow her down.
Taylor broke the kiss for a moment. “Didn’t we do enough damage last night?” she whispered against his lips.
“It wasn’t enough. I need more than a rushed race to the finish line.”
He kissed her again, moving his hands to her waist so he could rub his aching cock against the heat of her pussy. They wore too many layers, and the touch only frustrated him more. He lifted his hands under the jersey and her tank top, needing his hand on her flesh. She was warmer than anticipated, her skin fevered.
Without warning, she pushed her coat to the floor and then pulled her shirt and his jersey over her head, depositing them on the spot she’d just vacated. Her large breasts were tightly confined in a lacy bra, screaming for his hands to cup them.
“I wanted you so bad when I was younger. I’m not going to miss this chance to get as much as I want before I go,” she spat before kissing him intently.
Before I go? He suddenly sensed that wasn’t going to nearly be enough time for him to learn her body.
Rhett kissed her back without voicing his thoughts. He moved his hands up to gather her heavy mounds in his hands. Rubbing his thumbs against her tight, hard nipples, he squeezed and kneaded the flesh. Before too long, he removed the bra and tossed it with the rest of her clothing. Rhett sat back a moment and gazed at her lovely breasts, the perky dusky nipples the right size for his mouth. The full breasts were soft and supple to his touch, not the fake mounds he’d seen time and time again in past years. Taylor was all real woman, curves and all, and he loved that about her.
What you saw was what you got, and he really liked what he saw.
Rhett leaned in and captured one tight peak with his lips, sucking it as deeply into his mouth as it would go. Taylor’s back arched, pressing her body closer to his kiss. Her fingers threaded through his hair and tried to pull him even closer. Her scent seared within his nose, a sweet flavor mixed with the honeyed smell coming from between her legs.
He knew from last night she’d be hot and wet there, her body readying itself for his touch. Last night, he’d felt her bare pussy against his fingers and mouth, but in the pale light, he’d not gotten as good a look as he’d wanted. He needed to see her wet folds shining. Once the idea settled in his mind, he knew he had to touch her there, to coax plenty of her cream to ease from her. Rhett pulled the waistband of his running pants down over the top swell of her ass, and Taylor lifted her hips. He took advantage of the movement and gathered her shorts and his pants and tugged them both down past her hips. Once her bottom settled back in his lap, he leaned her back and pulled them off her legs.
All she had on was a tiny scrap of satin and lace, not enough of a barrier to him getting what he wanted. He pushed the panties aside and took a look at bared, shaved skin. A tremor raced through him, and he felt a bead of cum ease from the tip of his cock. He was still cloaked in his jeans, his shaft painfully pressed against the denim. Seeing her hairless pink folds made him go so close to the edge he wasn’t sure he could control himself enough to pull back.
He breathed deep, gaining sanity again. If he had any chance to get her into his bed again, he needed to make sure she came over and over again before he did.
Rhett pressed his thumb against her clit and then down between her labia. Sticky, wet heat enveloped him, and he lifted his hips slightly. The urge to slide into that honey nearly had him coming in his pants. He was grateful he’d had the presence of mind to grab two condoms out of his athletic bag when he’d foraged for clothing for her, even though he wasn’t sure if he’d use them or not.
“How’s that feel?” Rhett asked her, needing to know she wanted his touch as badly as he needed to caress her skin.
“Good,” she let out with a sob before her head fell back and she lifted her hips, pushing her clit against his thumb. “More.”
He slid his fingers in and out of her damp heat before bringing his forefinger to his lips. Taylor’s body stilled, and her eyes opened as she watched him place the finger into his mouth and suck her essence clean.
“You taste like honey. I want to lap you up,” he said, his voice sounding so deep, it was almost alien to him.
He scattered the abandoned clothing about and then lowered her body to lie upon them. Rhett angled himself onto the floor, kneeling to worship at the heaven that was her pussy. The fire raging within her was his to sample, and he didn’t waste time. Instead he lapped her sex from the back of her pussy to her clit and back down again, collecting her cream on his tongue. She tasted even better the second time around, and he leaned closer to feast on her sex.
Greedily sucking, he took all she was willing to give him. Her cries echoed around the sunroom. As the rising sun filled the space, he could see more and more of her perfection. Pink folds blossomed under his tongue and searching fingers. Her cries alerted him to the touches and tastes she liked most, and he strove to make her scream when she finally reached her summit.
He coaxed and urged her along, her liquefied body growing tighter and tenser with the need to explode. Taylor held on to him, her fingers spearing through his hair as she sought release. Rhett captured her clit and sucked hard while driving two fingers into her channel. Finally, the damn broke, and she cried his name as fluid eased from her passage. He lapped her cream, drunk on her flavor, and ready for much more.
As Taylor lay there in the moments after her orgasm, he watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest, happy he’d been able to push her so easily. He gave her a few seconds to catch her breath, but he was too needful for much more than seconds. Rhett kissed the insides of her thighs as he fished a packet from his pants pocket. When he rose, he kicked off his athletic shoes and his pants while pulling off his shirt. Nude, he stood there as she watched him, wondering what was running through her mind.
“I want you, Taylor,” he said lowly. “Hopefully you want me, too.”
Taylor rose on her elbows, biting her lower lip. “I do,” she said huskily. Before he could cloak his cock, she leaned forward and lowered to her knees. He could barely think as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and ran her tongue over the slit. Rhett hissed when she took several inches of him down her throat while cupping his sac. Within seconds, she had him shaking. The need to come rose up his spine, but he fought it tooth and nail. He wanted to come inside her warmth, his body wrapped with hers.
Through the French door, he spied the covered bed. It wasn’t the perfect place to take her the first time, but considering the situation, it was probably more comfortable than a creaky old couch that was barely wide enough for him. He took his hand in hers and urged her to her feet, then drew her behind him as he walked to the bed.
Once there, he pulled the sheet off, glad to see a crisply made bed underneath. Much better than a creaky old couch. He lifted her off her feet and into his arms before gently placing her in the middle of the bed.
Taylor shivered a little, but he climbed up and quickly covered her with his warmth. She opened her legs for him and he moved between them, his cock pressing against the wet folds of her sex. How easy it would be for him to shift and sink inside her, bare. He wanted to do it so badly, but they couldn’t chance it.
Rhett knelt between her opened thighs and looked over her gorgeous curves as he ripped the foil pack and rolled the condom down his cock. Once covered, he came back to her and pressed the head of his shaft to her entrance.
“Are you sore …” he trailed off, not wanting to think of her with anyone else but him.
“A little,” she whispered. “Be gentle.”
Rhett knew he’d prepared her plenty with his lips, to
ngue, and fingers, so he pressed in an inch or so. Her back arched, a sigh escaping her lips. She was so tight, her walls enveloping him in a tight fist. Last night he’d thought his head would explode from how good she felt wrapped around his dick, and this morning it was even better, her pussy swollen from his attentions. When she calmed a little, he pushed in another inch or so, her cry of delight music to his ears. Once he was halfway, he chanced it and slid home, filling her with his length. Taylor moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist in a body-hugging hold.
“How’s that?” he asked, pushing a few strands of her hair from her face. He needed to look at her while he took her and see those gorgeous eyes of hers staring back.
“Wonderful,” she said as she writhed under him. “Now move before I hurt you.”
He chuckled at her impatience, glorying in the fact she was so eager. And he followed her order, rocking into the cradle of her hips and setting a slow tempo to start building the fire within. Her fingernails bit into his back as she became a wildcat under him, rolling her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. Impatient, she urged him faster, her cries renting the air. Rhett held on to the frayed edges of his control, wanting her to come again before he went over the edge.
But she felt too good wrapped around his dick for him to do anything but ride the wave.
Chapter Five
Taylor’s body was on fire. Rhett had created a slow-burn starting in the bar the night before, which had exploded last night. This morning, he was back to the languid loving he’d hinted at before. All the kisses and tempting touches had brought them here, a night that she thought would remain a fantasy.
But Rhett was turning out to be much better than any of her fevered dreams had been. He’d made her come with his lips and fingers, and was about to push her into the abyss once more. His large cock rocked in and out of her pussy, the head hitting her in just the right places stroke after stroke. Rhett was a big boy, in all regards, and he filled her like no other had.
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