by Jax Hart
“What? Did you smoke a joint this morning before we left?”
“No. I’m high on him though, that’s for sure.”
“Did you sleep with him?”
“N-no…”
“Luce?” I warn.
“No. But we did make out like teenagers. It was so hot. I didn’t even know his name for three hours. He led me to a meadow, took off his shirt, laid it down and spread me across it. The man went down on me for an hour. He pinned me down, wouldn’t let me up and made me come over and over again.”
“No way.”
She nods, “Then he kissed me. After… after all that. Then he ripped my shirt off and sucked my tits for another hour. H-he said I had a body he could feast on for days. He never asked me my name.”
“That’s because I told him.”
“Well, he said my name was, “Taken” and made me repeat it.”
“I don’t know Luce. I’ve seen Smith at Sassy’s and he seemed like an okay guy. Damn, don’t you think this is weird?”
“I don’t care. It makes me feel so good. So—wanted, that a man like him could want me so much, so viscerally; instantly. It’s like my existence makes him go insane—just kidding Dev,” she cracks up. “The look on your face right now is priceless. He did take me to a meadow and we just drank and chilled. We talked a lot. It was nice to have a guy actually interested in me without rushing to get my clothes off.”
“Well, I would believe it after I heard you calling out “oh, god” from the woods.
“We saw a snake. No lie. I’m a city girl. I freaked the fuck out, okay? I don’t do wilderness, but I do—do wild men,” she winks.
On cue, a bear comes tearing ass through the brush. But of course, it’s not a bear. It’s Smith. He taps his watch. “You were gone over ten minutes. I was concerned. Especially after how you almost fainted when you saw that garden snake earlier. Bats come out this time of night.”
“Uh huh,” I roll my eyes, and jab my finger into his chest. “I’m watching you. You are on my radar. If you pull any psycho shit on her, I’m gonna go bat-shit crazy on your ass.”
“Easy there. We’re just getting to know each other. Come,” he says holding a hand out to her, “the bands playing again.”
Across the distance, a soft ballad weaves through the air. She takes his hand leaving me behind. I shake my head at my petite best friend clutching the President of Creed’s hand like she’ll never let go.
I sigh moving closer into him, if that’s even possible. The string lights and fireflies dance above our heads, the stars a pouch of spilled diamonds littering the sky, as Rog holds me in his arms song after song, our bodies barely moving but our hearts going a hundred miles an hour. His arms press me tightly against him, resting an inch away from my ass. He nuzzles the side of my face, kisses me behind the ear, while whispering how long it’s been since anyone’s made him feel like this.
I’m drunk on him and never want to sober up.
“Dev,” he moans claiming my lips. I sigh, mouth opening for his kiss feeling his hard length urgently pressing into me.
“Stay with me tonight,” he asks, eyes reflecting the moonlight.
“I thought you wanted to take it slow?”
“Fuck slow,” he growls, hands cupping my ass, bringing me tighter against his hard cock stuck inside his jeans.
I blow out a breath. I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, do I jump? Can I knowing we’ll both fall but the only thing that could kill us is my secret?
He senses me hesitate.
“Never mind, sugar. It’s okay. I’ll wait forever to have you.”
“God, I don’t deserve you,” I whisper cupping the side of his face. His soft beard in my palm.
“No. You’ve got it all wrong girl. An old bastard like me can’t believe I found someone like you. Come on, the night is winding down. I have a cabin on the other side of the lake. Even if we just sleep… I want to hold you. All night, even if it’s just this once.”
“How can I say no to that? Especially since there’s nothing I want more than to be with you… but Rog. I-I’m… there’s things about me that you don’t know.”
We stop swaying to the fading notes still clinging in the air around us. Both hands come up to hold my face. “I’m no prince, Dev. I’ve done bad things. But it’s not who I am. You hear, me? You get what I’m sayin’?”
I nod, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. “I’m not who my parents were. I might share their DNA but they didn’t shape who I am.”
He nods, eyes full of understanding. “You’re perfect Dev.”
“Hardly,” I laugh biting my lip.
“Well, I think you might be perfect for me.”
He slips his hand in mine and leads me through the couples still softly grinding against one another. I pause seeing Luce swept up in Smith’s arms. Her eyes are closed as she leans into him. He nods at me over the top of her head; a silent understanding between us that he’ll take care of her and keep her safe tonight.
I’m not sure where the hours ahead are going to lead, but I know I don’t want to turn back now. Rog leads me through the trail in the woods winding around the lake past a row of cabins to a solitary one nestled under huge evergreens. It’s a cozy and private, a place to make love in with no one to hear you through the thick log construction.
He gestures for me to get comfortable while he busies himself lighting a fire. A huge king four poster bed sits across the back wall. It’s made-up with thick flannel sheets and lined with rows of pillows. The light from the flames he lit throws shadows across the room. It’s then that I notice my overnight bag sitting on the floor.
“You were that sure of me, huh?”
“Nah, I was going to sleep in the bunkhouse and give you and Luce the cabin. But I won’t lie. I’m glad it’s me and you, sugar.”
He holds a hand out and I take it, moving forward on shaky legs.
“I know I promised that I’d court ya’, but it’s too much Dev. This is too much,” he gestures between us with his free hand. I nod, completely understanding what he’s saying.
He holds me close as if we’re still dancing outside under the stars. But no one can see us now. His hands come up slowly, lifting my shirt. I raise my arms for him to sweep it over my head. I’m left in my black lace bra, the light of the flames from the fire flicker over my skin. But his gaze burns blue flame as he takes me in from the waist up.
“Do you trust me, sugar?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He stills, “I need control. I need to set the pace. But most of all I need you to trust me. I’d never hurt you love, but I’m gonna do things to you—dirty, naughty things, that good girls like you can’t even think of.” He unsnaps my bra and holds it in his hands.
I gasp as he moves to stand behind me. He sweeps my hair to one side and kisses the back of my neck. My arms come out to hold the mantel. He presses up behind me. I hear his jeans fall to the floor. His warm fingers come around front to cup and mold me. He holds my sex firmly in his palm. “I own this pussy now, Dev,” he growls cupping it harder and biting my neck.
I’m combusting. The heat between us ignites.
His fingers unzip my jean shorts and he breathes deeply as his fingers boldly delve between my thighs. He pushes my soaked thong to the side, fingers moving up and down my folds. The pad of his index finger circles my clit before moving over it in lazy circles.
“Christ, Dev, you’re fuckin’ soaked for me.”
I cry out as he withdraws his hands from me to yank my shorts all the way down my legs. I step out of them with a shiver. He grunts, nudging my knees apart with his thigh. His hands cup my breasts, thumb and index finger playing with my nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, massages them, cups them, memorizes them with his hands as his mouth kisses and sucks my neck.
He drops a hand to free himself from his boxers. I gasp feeling the hot shaft press between my buttocks. It’s thick as fuck and hot pre-cum drips on me.
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sp; He places one hand on top of mine. The side of my head grazes his forearm as he guides himself home.
He grunts, holding the thick mushroom tip in his hand working it in.
“Christ, Dev. You’re so tight. I can’t get in sugar.”
“I’m not tight. You’re so fuckin’ huge,” I moan as he releases my hands from his grip, so he can take me by one hip and guide himself in with his other.
“Relax. You are gonna take all of me,” he hisses surging forward with one long hard thrust.
“Ah,” I gasp, feeling so full. So fuckin’ full.
His cock pulses with triumph finally seated fully inside me.
Rog sighs, his hands come up to cup my breasts, “Mine,” he growls pulling back and thrusting in again. “Say it. Say it Dev,” he warns.
“Y-yours,” I gasp as his fingers suddenly slide through my sex looking for the tiny bud screaming for his touch.
He grunts in response. My head rolls back as his fingers stroke me just as the monstrous head of his cock starts pounding on my G-spot steadily.
“I’ve been hard for you for weeks,” he pulls out to smack my ass, “… you know what you’ve been doing to me—teasing me with this hot little body as you wipe the tables down.”
“I know. I did in on p-purpose,” I moan, “I needed to break you. Make you want me… want this,” I gasp.
“You dirty little minx,” he roars biting my neck. He pulls out spinning me around and slapping my sex before picking me up and setting me down at the foot of the bed moving behind me.
“Ah,” I cry as he grabs a fistful of hair and bends me over the bed, entering me in one long thrust. My eyes roll back in my head. My pussy throbs with pain and pleasure. It’s hard to tell when one sensation begins and the other ends.
He swells inside me. The earthy, raw smell of our sex fills my nose, his heavy balls slap against my ass as he pounds into me relentlessly. My hands press down on the edge of the bed and every time he thrusts the pressure makes the bedsprings creak.
His fingers reach around gently rubbing my swollen nub. “I’m gonna come, Rog.”
“Only when I say you can,” he warns.
“Please,” I moan.
“Not yet. I need to feel you take me some more.”
“W-what?”
“I didn’t even go fully in yet, sugar.”
I’m stunned. He’s so fuckin’ huge that I couldn’t tell that wasn’t all of him taking me to the edge.
“You were too tight. I needed you to relax. Open like a flower for me, love. ‘Cause I’m coming all the way in.”
“Rog,” I moan as his hips rock fully into me. The tip of him bruising my womb. “It hurts so good,” I moan rocking back to meet him.
After that there’s no talking. It’s just our bodies fighting to find nirvana.
He grunts filling me again and again, stuffing me so full I can’t move. He buries his head against my shoulder, finds my clit, growling, “Now. Now you may come, sugar.”
“Rog!” I cry as his hands and cock demand I fall.
My walls tighten, spasming on him.
“That’s right baby. Come on my cock. I want to feel it.”
“You’re so dirty, Rog,” I moan,
“You think this is dirty, baby? Christ, you’re sweet,” he pants on the verge of his own release.
I can’t answer as the crest of the wave comes and crashes over me before pulling me under.
“Dev…,” he calls out hoarsely a few seconds before I feel the hot gush of his come unleash like a tidal wave.
The extra wetness makes his monster cock slip further into me than I thought was possible. He pumps hard and fast and I cry out as aftershocks rip through me.
He falls against me. He’s heavy as hell but I love it. We lay on the bed, in a twisted heap of pants and limbs, hearts racing as one as the sound of hooting owls and crickets replace our heavy breathing as we recover from the greatest fuck of our lives.
At least it was for me.
“Rog?” I finally ask when I can speak.
“Yeah, babe?”
“You came in me.”
“And you loved it,” he replies slipping out causing us both to moan. We’re still sensitive from coming.
“I’m clean sugar and I trust you.”
My heart clenches. He trusts me.
“B-but…”
“I had a vasectomy. A few years back after some whack chick tried to trap me.”
Stunned, I rollover to look at him.
“Don’t worry. It’s reversible,” he winks walking buck ass naked into the bathroom to clean up.
“Thanks for the cuddle,” I call out after him “just so you know—I’m a girl who needs to spoon after sex!”
“Oh, Dev,” his head peeks out of the doorway, “I’m gonna hold you all night and probably half of the day tomorrow. I told ya’ you’re mine.”
I’m spent. He did most of the work, but my legs feel like rubber. I turn down the comforter and crawl underneath. It’s almost fall, and the nights here feel like it.
Rog is back, peeling back the blankets and pressing a lukewarm cloth between my legs. I try to press my legs together feeling shy, but his mouth takes mine as he cleans me. And somehow, it feels more intimate and naughty than what we just shared.
He tosses the cloth to the floor, hauls me into his arms and throws a thick thigh over me.
“Sleep,” he commands.
I snuggle back into his thick chest, sigh and do what he says.
I feel soft hands cup my cheeks, petting my beard.
“Good morning.” My angel murmurs, her soft hands still cupping my jaw.
“Mmm,” I answer holding her closer, one hand holding a breast like I own it.
I grin, because I do.
Birds chirp, the fire’s gone out and the air is damp with a chill. It’s not quite dawn yet. I slept like a rock after coming in her like a freight train. My dick’s wide awake; anxious to go again.
I’m not a man of many words, never have been. But there’s something about her that makes me want to say all kinds of kink into her ear as my dick slips into her. And after I do that, shit, I could see myself telling her everything I’ve done in my life, hoping she’ll still want me.
I didn’t always own a legit business. In fact, for most of my life—I was the criminal running drugs and guns, causing mayhem and burying the evidence when I needed to.
But her hands move south, running down my arms and stomach.
Talking can wait. Being inside her can’t.
Rolling, I pull her under me to pin her hands above her head with one hand. My mouth finds a soft nipple, tongue coming out to trace it lazily while my other hand parts her folds and my finger glides up and down through her damp core.
She moans, hips coming off the bed seeking more of my touch. I chuckle low in my throat at how she comes undone for me.
Just me.
I pick her leg up and wrap it around my waist. In one smooth move, I bury my thick cock deep inside her, planting myself in to the hilt.
I close my eyes, riding her, feeling her tight cunt taking all of me.
The bed groans and creaks under my thrusts, the head board bangs against the wall as I sink deeper into the scorching silk of her heat.
I don’t remember the last time I fucked in a bed. The past few years, hell decades, have been quick fucks behind the bar. I was almost always half-cocked or half-baked to boot. But there’s no cloud in my head dulling the sensation of being raw inside my angel.
Hell, half of me wishes I would get her pregnant. There’s nothing like planting the seed of life in a woman to mark her as your own.
I grit my teeth hissing at how good she feels gripping my dick as I slip in and out of her imagining my full-load finding a home in her womb. But if that day ever comes, my ring will be on her finger and all her shit will be in my house—for good.
“Rog,” she groans, fingers threading in my hair.
My left hand grips the he
adboard, steadying me so I can pump in harder; faster. Her tits bounce to the rhythm of my thrusts, nipples still wet from my kiss.
I smell myself on her skin.
It’s too much.
She’s too much.
I grit my teeth trying to hold back. My woman needs to come first: always.
“You close, baby?” I rasp in her ear.
“I-I need.”
“Tell me what you need,” I command, pausing mid-stroke.
Her cheeks redden. Damn if she doesn’t look like a blushin’ bride. And here inside our cozy cabin, I can pretend she is and that this is our honeymoon.
She bites her lip, eyes not meeting mine as she snakes a hand down between her legs.
“Say it.”
“I-I want you to touch me there.”
“Where?” I command.
“My-my clit.”
“Your wish is my command, sugar.”
My fingers touch her gently, she’s still swollen from last night. Her back’s taut, body quivering on the precipice of the release she needs.
All it will take is a few more strokes and she’s mine. I still, pausing to grin wickedly at her.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I answer leaning on my elbows, “you feel so good. I might want to stay here all damn day,” I reply, dick twitching so hard there’s no way she doesn’t feel it.
“Stop talking and make me come already, old man,” she replies smacking my arm.
“You’re gonna pay for that.”
“Uh-huh. Make me pay, big boy,” she purrs raking her hot pink nails down my back. My hips pump between her thighs as I resume working myself in and out of the sweetest pussy God ever made. The thought of any other man being where I am now makes me see red. My hands grip the headboard again and pump so hard—if the walls were plaster I know there would be holes from where the bed frame hits.
She cries out as I pound into her, shattering in a million pieces in my arms as I let go of the headboard to hold her.
I groan, spilling myself and collapse onto her for the second time.