Page 33 of Once Upon A Sale

Whatever the prize will be. Probably his dick somewhere inside me, which, in all logic, should be categorized as a win for him not me.

My feet are flying across the planks of the pier as I eye the house and decide which side I want to take. Behind me, Rhett is counting off, louder and louder until I can barely hear him since I’m heading for the tree line and scanning for places to hide. I’m not fucking stupid, the guy just did a crack-of-fucking-dawnworkout for only he knows how long. When he starts running, he’ll catch up in no time.

Which means I need to hide. And do it exactly right.

That plan goes to shit when it dawns on me that I have no shoes on.

I have no fucking shoes on. That bastard.

It doesn’t take long for my feet to scream in agony when I step on my first pine cone and almost fly to the ground. Catching myself with my other foot, I bite my tongue to keep from crying out and giving away my position, but one thing is certain: I’ll be bruised and scraped by the time this stupid game is over.

Just ahead I see a huge tree trunk and my first instinct is to try to climb it but there are no branches low enough for me to grab on to. And let’s be clear, the only trees I grew up around were palm and nobody in my entourage climbs those tall fuckers.

Hiding behind the trunk, I try to regulate my breathing so I can hear him coming. He may be stealthy but there’s no way he can walk around the woods and not step on a stick or a cone. I’ll hear him and when I do…I’ll be fucked. Quite literally, I’m sure.

“Why did you call me London?” I press myself against the tree when his voice comes from a few yards behind and to the right. I scootch to the left so I’m well hidden and, obviously, don’t answer. Not just because I don’t want him to find me, but also because my answer is ridiculous. Like I’m a common bitch. London, England. That’s it. There are thousands of places from which he could be but my only guess was London. Maybe I’ll learn something.

“I ask because I wasn’t sure if you’d guessed correctly or if you recognized my accent.” Fuck, he’s getting closer, and no, you fucking weirdo, I didn’t recognize your accent. Brit is Brit…right?

“I think you’re just assuming…” A stick cracks and I know…I fuckingknowhe’s so close he can smell me. So, instead ofstaying like a sitting duck, I decide to bethatgirl. I run, ignoring the soles of my feet as they suffer through leaves and mud and sharp branches fallen to the ground.

His feet are making the same noises but that fucker has tennis shoes on. I know he does, I saw them. What does a twenty second advantage mean when you’re racing someone in bare feet?

Just as I’m rounding a cluster of trees, my wrist is caught inside a vice that feels a lot like Rhett’s fingers digging into my flesh.

“Ahhh!” We both fall to the ground, me on top of him until seconds later, he twists us around so that he’s lying on top of me. With his front to my back, as I try like a fucking idiot to claw my way out from under him, he presses the side of my face to a patch of humid leaves on the ground, his face so close to mine I can hear the excitement in his voice.

“Gotcha. The fact you’re wearing my shirt is making my dick so fucking hard.” He’s not kidding, I can feel it between my ass cheeks. His workout shorts aren’t that thick and his cock definitely is.

“I’m not in the mood to fuck, Rhett.” Yeah, I don’t even believe myself, not with my voice so breathy and my ass searching out for more friction from him.

“The lady doth protest too much.” Oh, he thinks he’s cute getting all Shakespearian on me. Well, it’s not working.

“This lady thinks you should fuck right off.” I get no warning. Not the sound of a zipper—spoiler alert, he’s wearing workout shorts—not a gasp or even the intake of a breath.

One second he’s growling in my ear and the next his dick is inside my pussy and he’s thrusting in and out like a fucking animal. It’s so raw and unexpected that my body reacts in an instant. I don’t try to run this time. Instead, I push back, towardhim, begging without saying a single word for him to fuck me harder.

“I aim to please, Kitten. You tell me to fuck off and I fuck right off. Inside your cunt.” His cock pistons inside me without mercy, hitting my cervix over and over again as the sounds of the forest disappear and are replaced only by the filthy sound of my pussy getting wetter and wetter with every plunge of his cock. “Maybe next time, I’ll fuck your arse again. Or maybe…” Pushing my face harder against the ground, he brings his teeth to my ear and bites my lobe. It’s sharp and it tears a painful gasp from my lungs. “I’ll just fuck your mouth until you choke from the force of it.”

If only his words had the desired effect of turning me off. They don’t. Every dirty accusation, every degrading thrust inside me, only makes me hornier until I begin to seriously question my sanity.

Then he changes our position so that I’m straddling him and holy fuck, him giving me the reins lights a fire inside me that I didn’t realize existed. Sex has always been a means to an end. The orgasm being my sweet reward.

But with Rhett, the whole fucking trip is the prize. From the way he fucks to the how hard he makes me want to come. And now, this. Giving me an ounce of control while he still fucks me from the bottom.

“I want to watch you come. Hurry up, Kitten. If I come before you, you lose.” This motherfucker knows exactly what to say to me.

“If I get there before you, you’ll be spraying the ground with your cum.” One palm pressed to his chest and the other on the ground beside his head, I grind myself against him, giving my clit the workout she deserves as he drives inside me from below.

We’re both grunting and gasping, our eyes locked and our mouths slightly open from the exertion.

We fuck hard, both running for the finish line, until I feel him tense and my body just flies right off into bliss. I come hard on his cock while he coats the walls of my pussy with his seed.

According to his rules, nobody won. But really…we can’t say anyone lost either.

Chapter Fourteen

Jarrett

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