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“Tell me you want this, Haedyn. Tell me not to stop.” I only put enough space between us to not completely crowd her space so that she can properly decide. There’s no uncertainty in her eyes when she fists my shirt, pulls me into her, and demands, “don’t you dare stop. Not until I’m screaming for you to.”

Have I died and gone to heaven? Can I stay here forever? Because that’s definitely the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. She won’t have to tell me twice.

Time seems to resume as I rip her jeans and panties down in one fell swoop only to be cock blocked by her damn boots. Fuck it. I’m not stopping to take them off. Making a split-second decision to get inside her as soon as possible, I turn her around and pull her ass flush to my hips, my erection digging into her behind.

The nervous whimper that escapes from her lips as she turns to look back at me makes me realize that she thinks I’m going to take her ass. A devious smile tilts one side of my mouth upward. “Don’t worry. I won’t take you here until I’ve prepped you thoroughly, though I can’t say it isn’t tempting.” I run my hand down her crack before releasing a glorious smack to her right ass cheek. The skin pinkens so deliciously that I can’t stop myself from leaning down to bite my own mark.

Feeling particularly dirty, my tongue finds a mind of its own, parking itself between her cheeks to her rose puckered hole, licking the rim all the way around. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Holy fuck.”

“If He was going to bless any kind of fucking, I doubt it’d be what I’m about to do to you, little brat. Keep calling for Him though. Maybe He’ll have mercy on you where I don’t.” I use one hand to spread her cheeks to make room for my spit that’ll be used to lube her up, planning to prep her nicely before I take her ass in the near future. My finger will do for now, though.

Her hips jolt forward a bit with the pressure on her hole, but I put one hand on her shoulder to still her long enough to ask, “do you want me to stop?” She shakes her head vehemently, but that’s not going to work. “I need your words, beautiful. Just to be sure we understand each other.” She drops her head slightly before whimpering a soft, “no. Don’t stop.”

That’s all the reassurance I need to push past the initial resistance her body gives me, then halt my advance to let her adjust to the sensation of me in her forbidden place. Loud pants are the only thing I can hear from her. Is she panicking? Quickly I tell her, “this is at your pace. When you’re ready for me to move, push back onto my finger. I don’t want to push you too far too quickly.”

Immediately she urges her hips back, and I can’t stop the grin on my face from forming. My little brat likes ass play, huh? Easing a second finger inside her, she lets out an animalistic groan, throwing her head back in passion. God, she looks exquisite. Reaching into my back pocket, I bring my phone up to snap a quick photo for my own selfish use later. I’ll make sure she’s fine with it after we’re done here. Truth be told, I have tons of photos of her in the throes of ecstasy from our video chat dates. Of course, that was before all of this happened. Things are different now, and her feelings may have changed. Even though I would call myself her boyfriend, I still refuse to take liberties from her that she doesn’t explicitly give. If it’s control that she needs, I’ll give it all to her.

She’s riding the hell out of my hand, and my cock can’t take the strain any longer. I need to be inside her. Now. “You ready for me? I don’t know how long I’ll last after seeing you like this, but I’ll make it up to you later, okay?”

An answering moan is all I get in response, so I position myself at her entrance and coat myself with her arousal. There’s no time for another warning before I’m gliding all the way home. The constriction around my dick is enough to make me feel like I’m about to blow. The sensation is too strong to thrust immediately. Now I’m the one who’s panting as if I’ve just run a marathon. Her body was fucking made for me; I can’t be convinced otherwise. She’s perfect.

Apparently, Haedyn is feeling a little impatient as she starts moving me in and out on her own, pushing and pulling to give herself the friction she needs. With one hand still occupied with her ass, I wrap her hair around the other and push her front closer to the ground for better leverage. Pulling her back into me is like coming home. There’s no resistance in our motions. She’s drenching my crotch, and I’m living for it. “You’re so perfect, Haedyn. I would spend the rest of my days soaked in your cum and die a happy man. You’re soaking me, little brat. I fucking love it,” I choke out between thrusts.

She begins to clench around both my fingers and my shaft letting me know she’s close as if her hooded lids and splotched red neck isn’t enough of a tell. I use her hair to plaster her back to my front, whispering in her ear, “It’s okay, go ahead and come for me. I’m ready to fill you up.”

Releasing her hair, I grip her hip instead and take her as deep as I can, knocking against that special spot inside that drives her wild. She loses all semblance of control as she shatters around me, screaming in pure bliss. Her orgasms are a display of the world’s finest art. There are no holds barred. Nothing could take her away from this perfect moment where she has no worries, no fears, no stress. She’s utterly…free. Witnessing her like this is a gift that I will carry with me always, and I will do my best to give it to her whenever she will allow me. The fact that I’m the one making her feel this way is surreal. Especially after everything she’s been through. Everything we have been through.

Letting her ride out her aftershocks, I slowly pump my hips without actually retreating from her body. When she settles slightly, I go ahead and remove my fingers, allowing her the room to fully stand up against me.

“Now it’s my turn. Can you hold on for it? I promise I’ll make it fast.” She turns her head to kiss me, licking my lips in her retreat. “Take all the time you need. Use me.”

Goddamn. I’m going to bust from that statement alone. Using her body just as she suggested, the grip on her hips tightens to a bruising level, but my perfect little brat doesn’t complain. She takes all I’m giving her in stride, even pushing back on me like she still has yet to get enough of me. Watching her take me so well is the most intense high I’ve ever felt. Throwing my own head back in passion, I let the blissful wave of us pull me under to drown. “I’m going to come, so if you want another one, you better get there. Now, Haedyn. I’m not going to last.”

She uses her own fingers to assault her clit, making herself come just before I unleash all that I was holding back, making sure she finished before me. My limbs feel like jello. The blood flow returning to my proper head dizzies me. Everything feels tighter than it should be, yet also relaxed beyond belief as I come down from my ecstasy. If this is what forever with her will feel like, sign me the fuck up.

Crashing the Party

twenty-one

Crashing the Party

Haedyn

Righting my clothes after being thoroughly used in the best way possible, realization hits me. We just had sex in my tack room. Where Brad has been in the last few hours since we left for our picnic. He could still be here somewhere. Waiting for me to return. Whether he knows that Charlie is here is unknown. But will it be enough to deter him? There’s a tightening happening in my chest that steals the breath from my lungs, doubling me over.

“What’s wrong?” Charlie rubs circles into my back trying to comfort me the best he can, but he’s been through enough of these attacks with me that he knows he can only do so much. It’s not his fault that I’m so fucked up. Poor guy got so much more than what he signed up for with me.

“Hey what color was the saddle blanket you used today?” He interrogates, as if that is what’s important right now. “Purple,” I spit out, still trying not to take in much air because the expansion of my chest hurts like hell. My heart feels like it fell into my stomach. I’m going to be sick. Feeling the acid roiling up my throat, I try like hell to swallow it down. Refusing to give up my control.

“Right, and what kind of weather is this?” It dawns on me what he’s doing, and my panic is being replaced with annoyance. I hate these coping mechanisms that the hospital put me onto that first night after I panicked in the room. I couldn’t get any of them to work, but it doesn’t stop me from answering his question, albeit slightly sarcastically.

“Biting cold, can’t you tell?” The response earns me a swat on my still stinging ass cheek, so I lean into that feeling and notice that I’m able to take in more air with each passing breath instead of gaping like a fish out of water. Though still doubled over and rubbing the ache in my chest, I can feel the slowing of my heart rate. The calming effect his laughter and overall presence has on me grounds me. God, what would I do without him? I don’t think I ever want to find out, but that kind of dependence is dangerous. Debilitating in some ways. I don’t want to be attached to him so desperately, especially in times like this when he might not always be there to pull me out of my hell. The prospect of him being there when it matters most is what keeps me grounded, able to stand up straight and lean into him before muttering a soft, “thank you,” into his chest.

“Always. I’m not going anywhere, no matter how much you might want me to at times.” He places a soft kiss to my temple, making my heart speed up even though I only got it to slow down minutes ago. I can’t let my guard down now, though, not when Brad could be lurking nearby, waiting for his chance at revenge. Charlie starts to lead us toward the house before suddenly asking, “Should we call the police about the damages here?” He gestures to the barn we just left out of.

“Look, I love that you want to keep this nice and neat within the justice system, but they let him out. Which, fine, I guess he didn’t technically get to do the vile things he set out to do, but obviously, he’s not finished with me. So why should I stand idly by, waiting on them to take care of this for me? Fuck that. I’m not going to give him the chance to finish what he started. I’m going to end him if he comes after me, Charlie. And I’m sorry if that changes things between us, but I won’t be a victim.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t want you to be. This changes nothing. If anything, it just makes me feel even more for you. I’m here for you; how many times do I have to tell you that for you to believe me? Just tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”

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