by Dawn Marie
With a long, long groan he released me. My lips hurt. They were glistering wet from the possession of his kiss. He pulled back an inch from my body, and instantly my body missed the heat of his. He was that hot. That scorching. The lust was pouring out of him now. I could feel it. I saw it. I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me hard. I wanted to feel the possession of his body. Those heated eyes of his locked with my passion filled irises.
“Do you understand?”
“Yessss…” I hissed.
“Get in the truck!” Dyane ordered.
I listened and got inside just as he slammed the passenger door shut. I watched as he walked to his side to get in. His hands were clenched tightly to his large jean clad thighs. He wrapped large fingers around his steering wheel as he cranked the huge truck. I put on my seatbelt and sat quietly. I knew he was barely holding his emotions in check. It did not escape my thoughts that I would feel the brunt of them very soon.
When he pulled out to the highway, he turned on the radio, as the music of a country song filled the space I wondered if I was going to be strong enough to accept the impact of his passion. He was totally out of my league as far as experience sexually went. I wondered if he knew that, if it bothered him. Then I thought back to him telling me about getting the fuck out after he fucked me. Yes, I was not his usual fucking partner. I was much more. And with that I knew that was the issue causing his emotions to overflow.
The thing is mine haven’t overflown in so long, till when they do, it scares me.
Because he is going to be the one to bring them out into the open. To play with them. To experience me. To claim my body in his dirty and raw form. Emotions are a bitch in case you didn’t know.
I came out of my haze of thinking and noticed he wasn’t taking me home. It appeared he was taking me to his house. I wondered if he did that sort thing with all the woman he fucked. I didn’t think so. I had assumed he was taking me back to my house and then he could leave quickly. Or, he would get a hotel room for the night. I am not sure what made him change his usual routines. I couldn’t really wonder about that anymore as he pulled into a neighborhood I knew only too well.
My lips hurt and I reached up to inspect them with the tips of my fingers from my right hand. They seem alright just very tender. I glanced over at his profile in the driver seat and he looked at me as he turned the corner. His eyes blazed with the heat to fuck me raw. My expression said what I could not express with words. I’m ready to see how you fuck me.
“Are you ready to be fucked?” he asked quietly. Almost too calmly, too quietly.
“Are you ready to fuck me?” I asked.
Wrong question? I could hear the breath he released. His hand gripped that damn wheel so tightly I could only imagine him gripping me with those large hands. The wet dew of my desire continued to leak out between my legs. I so badly wanted to rub my clit with my fingertips. I wondered what he’d do if I did. I wonder what he’s gonna say when he finds out I am not wearing panties.
The thought of him reaching into my pussy to taste my wetness almost made me climax with that thought alone. He pulled into a clean driveway, nice red brick house, with a clean yard. It was clean but sad. No flowers, no hint of welcoming. It suited his hard and dark personality I must tell you. It did not fit mine.
With that thought it taunted me that maybe I wasn’t strong enough to walk across hot coals for a man that enjoyed the heat of a scorching fire.
But with this man I would try…if only he gave me the chance.
Chapter 6
Dyane wasted no time with pleasant conversation. He turned the truck off almost as soon as he put the thing in drive. Jumped out of his seat and solidly with a purpose came to my side of the truck. Opening my door, as he waited for me to get my seatbelt off, he stood there stiffly.
“Get out,” he demanded. His voice rough, instinctual with the haze of lust.
“Don’t order me around,” I gasped.
Just as the last word left my mouth, Dyane yanked me down from the truck seat to stand in front of him. If he hadn’t had me gripped tightly with his right hand I would have fallen to her knees onto the concrete driveway. Why did he have to be so domineering? She’d never been around a man that was so dominant. Although in a strange sense she found it very erotic and stimulating.
His whole body was one tense muscle. The tension that was radiating from him was felt by my body a mere inch from his hips and chest. His face was a mixture of discomfort and lust. He was clearly showing the strain of holding back his emotions, his desires and I knew I was fixing to feel the full force of those unmet desires.
“Shut up,” he briskly ordered. “You wanted this.”
I did not reply to that briskly made statement. It was true. But not quite this way. As he kicked the truck door shut with his right boot he pulled me along behind him and made his way to the front door. He wouldn’t release my elbow, so he unlocked his door with his free hand. I tried to pull away but his hold was too tight. I could feel the pressure of his fingers as they dug into my tender skin. I’d have marks tomorrow for sure. Probably in more than one place I thought. Was I ready for this? He was accurate about me wanting him. I had pictured this whole us thing all in a different way.
Not this way!
Not like this.
His living room was clean for a single guy I had to say that much. A black leather couch and one black recliner with an oak coffee table made up the living room furniture. A huge, and I do mean a huge flat screen television was mounted on the wall. The one thing that stood out in my mind for the few minutes I was in the middle of his living room was the fact his walls were bare of any kind of pictures. Whereas my house was full of pictures, knickknacks, candles, throws. His had none. Emptiness screamed from the walls.
He finally released the hold of my elbow once we were in the middle of his living room. He threw his truck keys down onto the coffee table and walked to the kitchen. I laid my purse down on the side of the couch. Before I could sit down Dyane came back into the small space with a can of beer in his hand. He took a huge sip and just stared at me. It made me nervous.
The waves of tension were just rolling off his body. I squeezed my thighs together under my dress as the desire inched its way back into my thoughts. I was nervous yes, but then again, I thought I ready for him. Dare, I say, I wasn’t. I had no real clue of the depth of his appetites. He kept drinking his beer as he watched, inspected me, there are no other words to describe his boldly way of staring at me. I felt like a trapped animal. As Dyane set his beer down on the side of the coffee table, it hit me in the chest, that yes, I was trapped. Here with the man I thought I wanted to have sex with.
Now the doubt really overcame me. He must have sensed the change because that’s when he struck. It was so quick, so fast I could not make any rational thoughts at the time. Because he stalked over to me and threw me over his right shoulder as he marched down the hallway. He entered an open doorway that I soon realized upside down that was his bedroom.
A large queen sized bed with no footboard covered in a black comforter sat in the middle of the room. Two oak nightstands with black lamps were on the sides of the bed. The floor from my view handing down his back, with my shoulder length brown hair in my eyes was laid in light oak wood flooring. It was dark inside the bedroom with no lights turned on and black curtains over the single window in the room.
He flung me down on the bed so hard, so fast, I bounced to the middle of the bed. As I lifted my head off his bed, raised up on my elbows to glare at him, he was taking off his shirt. Oh, my God! His chest was ripped with muscles. Smooth with no traces of hair, as I followed the trail from his two nipples, down to his bellybutton, to the top of his jeans with my eyes.
“What do you think you are doing?” I yelled to him.
“Getting ready to fuck you,” he harshly stated. I could hear the passionate echo in his harsh voice.
Those large hands of his were already pulling of his black belt and unsnapp
ed the top button of his jeans. My mouth opened wide from the sight. Even from the slight darkness in the bedroom I could see he wore no boxers or briefs. Crisp black curly hair peeped from the top band of his jeans, teasing me with the sight. Swallowing I fought the urge to inch my way over to him and lick those parts that teased me so.
I watched from the center of his queen-sized bed as he bent down and pulled a black gun from his pants. As he slowly now made his way to the right side of the bed, I watched as he placed the gun inside a safe. Then quickly he kicked off his boots, kicking them to the side. His eyes stared at me with a burning gaze that I could feel through my dress. I shivered. From the dirty thoughts? The passion? Nervousness?
“Take off your – dress,” he commanded.
I laid there in shock. No man had ever ordered me around like he was doing. What was I a slave? An expression I had not witnessed formed on his face. I suddenly was very, very unsure of this situation between us.
“No!” I exclaimed.
“Dawn,” it was the first time I had heard my name from his lips even if it was with a severe tone. “Don’t play with me. Do it, now! You will not like the outcome!”
It was like my body was in a fog, a frozen state, I couldn’t move. I could only stare at him, barefoot now, shirtless, jeans undone and his belt hanging down. Those navy-blue irises burning with pent-up emotions. Emotions that were directed at me. I watched not moving, which was kind of lame on my part, as he yanked that black belt out of his jeans. He held it in his left hand, hanging down his side.
As he moved to the edge of the bed I wanted to move back on the bed but I didn’t. Still up on my two elbows I gazed back at him like he was a god. Maybe he could have been one in a past life. He was that wickedly hot. My heart was beating so fast in my chest as he placed his knees on the bed. Reaching for me with his right hand he pulled me to him quickly, then flipping me over to my stomach so fast I could not blink.
Before I could even think any kind of coherent thought he was unzipping my dress from the back. As I felt the zipper move down my back, I squirmed trying to pull away from him. He gripped me tighter and moved the weight of his thighs to my legs to trap me under his body.
“Stop!” I screamed. “What are you doing?”
“Be still,” he demanded. “Doing what you wanted. Fucking you.”
He continued with his mission of unzipping my dress, as he grasps the top of my dress off my shoulders and pulled the dress down to my hips. My lacey white bra shows as he yanks my dress to my hips. Mere seconds it has taken to strip me, when he tightly yanks the dress off me to my ankles. Then I hear quietness in the room, except for my beating heart in my ears.
“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” he questions me in a very husky tone.
It’s then that I know he can see my bare ass. I have no panties on underneath my dress. I am under his hard, hot frame in nothing but my lacey white bra. I keep my head buried against the cotton fabric of his black comforter with my long hair hiding my hair. My shame. I’m so embarrassed.
Before I can continue my ragged thoughts, I feel the coldness of his black belt as he wraps the damn thing around my neck. What the hell? I grasp it with my small fingers and pull. I try to wiggle out, to pull it off. Dyane yanks my head back forcefully until my head is pulled so far back that I can see his face over mine. His eyes are darkened with a raw lust that I have never seen in a man. I wonder what the hell have I gotten myself into?
“Are you ready for me to fuck you now?” he taunts me. His voice dirty, dark and edgy with lust.
“Wait…wait,” I moan.
Dark laughter fills the room, and my senses noticed things like the hardness of his cock behind his jeans against my ass. I smelled his scent on the bed, in the room and on me finally. The faint hints of his breathing against my hair I could hear. I felt the scorching heat of his body behind my small frame. My ass was on fire. Making my pussy weep with liquid desire from this hard man.
Deputy Dyane Nelson.
I was fixing to get fucked dirty and hard by this deputy.
I wasn’t ready.
But he was.
“Behave.” I heard softly behind me. The belt was released from my neck.
I gasped for breath, more from nerves than anything else. He hadn’t cut off my air supply, just scared the hell out of me. I laid face down for a minute then heard a zipper being pulled down. It’s then I turned onto my back and gawked at Dyane as he lowered his jeans. The intensity of his lust jetted up from the black nest of curls at his waist as he lowered his jeans. All eight-inches of hardened cock forced me accept that it was for me.
Dyane was fixing to fuck me hard and raw with his huge cock. What I had been craving I was fixing to get. Finally feel him claiming my tight, wet pussy. I was nervous but excited all at the same time. Are such feelings possible? Goodness – he was all male. As he stroked his cock slowly, his eyes stayed glued to mine.
I knew what he was fixing to say. I knew it. I was right. But yes, in that moment, I wanted him to fuck hard. I wanted his eight-inch cock pushing into my small pussy. My clit ached, my pussy leaked with the passion to feel his cock claim it. I wanted him.
“Are you sure?” he grunted. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I groaned. My fingers inched their way down to my clit, as I rubbed that hard-little nub, as his bright navy-blue eyes watched every movement. I couldn’t stop the moan as it left my parted lips.
“This isn’t going to be nice,” he explained. “Remember when I told you I only fuck hard?”
“Yessss….” I moaned.
As my fingers played with my clit in front of him, my legs spread wider, showing him the wetness of my desire for him. As he moved nearer to the bed and into the middle of my legs, he watched as my fingers stroked over my bare pussy. I briefly in my state of passionate bliss noticed when his mouth drew up tight, his hand moved faster on his cock, and he groaned loudly.
No sooner than the tip of one finger moved to the opening of my pussy lips, I could feel his thighs between the space between my legs. He’d taken the spot, and I felt his hot, large hands move my small hands out his way. As if he didn’t trust my hands, I felt that blasted belt of his slide from under my neck. Then it was being wrapped around my small wrists.
“What are you doing?” I yelled up at him, my blue-eyes blazing with need.
“Mine,” he stated firmly. “You don’t get to touch what’s mine.”
With my hands being tied together with his belt I could move my arms but only to the top of my head. His large body claimed the emptied space that was left. With the emptied spot his weight held me mobile as his large fingers explored the area of my bare pussy. His fingers bluntly, no softness, stroked my clit and the empty opening of my pussy. I was wet but still when he thrust a thick finger inside I winced.
As he thrust in and out, in and out with a single finger, his eyes watched mine as they glazed over with want. I could not stop the moans as they left my throat. I thought I heard him moan but I can’t be sure. I could feel my wetness coat his finger as firm thrusts began to get faster. No sooner than I moaned, gushing out a huge splash of desire over his finger, I felt the object withdraw quickly only to be replaced with two more.
Clenching my thighs and wiggling my hips I tried to move him off me. He didn’t move an inch. He kept thrusting, in and out, in and out, harder, faster, harder with those two huge fingers of his. My small pussy was stretched wide and I could feel the edges of his fingers as my pussy tightened down to come all over those two fingers fucking my pussy.
As I stopped tightening on his fingers I briefly was aware as they were pulled out. I felt the heat of his chest, his hips, his legs on top of my body. He burned my sensitive skin everywhere he touched. That hardened cock burned the inside of my thigh and I wondered if it would burn my pussy when he fucked me. I opened my closed eyes and watched him lick his fingers, as those penetrating eyes of his bored into my passion filled ones.
My nipples were so hard, the small little nubs aching to be kissed. Sucked. No sooner than I wished for that I felt his scorching lips bite down on my right nipple. I groaned from the pain, the torture of those lips. It was agony. It was heaven. As he nipped, sucked and kissed my nipple. Then he moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment. I moaned, groaned and squirmed.
As I experienced his blistering mouth on my breast his right hand smoothed its way down to my bare pussy. One of his fingers finding my slit, inching down till it found the wet center of my pussy, then pushing inside. He did not move this time, just left it there. The agony of wanting some friction was too much for me. I moaned, wiggling around, twisting, needing more.
Wanting more.
Wanting him to fuck me.
The frantic urge to release was there and I was trying to get there. But it wasn’t happening unless he moved that damn finger of his.
“Please…” I begged.
“Beg me…” he taunted in that wicked tone of his.
The feel of his warm, single finger so much larger than my own, burned the inside of my pussy walls. I squeezed with the slickened walls of my pussy trying to get friction. Movement from that damn, awful finger of his! He wasn’t giving in to the squeezing, to the wetness, my wetness, as my pussy leaked onto that single finger. My pussy was a traitor. It shouldn’t be giving in so easily, but he was the devil of desire.