Page 11 of Bounty

“Someone enjoyed being choked,” I note, sliding my finger up and down her seam, then over her swollen little clit.

She moans, moving her hips for more friction. She bites her bottom lip as she leans over me, our mouths not even inches apart.

“Colin, please.”

I shouldn’t… As far as I know, Wisteria is inexperienced. Jude would have beat the shit out of any mother fucker on the farm who tried to get up Wisteria’s skirt. He, Cain, and I have an understanding when it comes to protecting her.

But when she grinds on me like this in nothing but the panties and a worn Led Zeppelin T-shirt she changed into, her full breasts swinging with her movements, begging to be touched…

“Lift your arms,” I rasp before taking her shirt and panties off.

Grabbing one, I palm it, brushing my thumb over her nipple. Her skin is so warm, soft. Inviting. They’re perfect, everything I dreamt they’d be like. They look so much better in person without the windowpane between us. “I need a taste of these perfect tits.”

I savor her nipple, sucking it long and hard as I stroke her clit lightly, giving her just enough that she can see the edgewithout going over it. She squirms on top of me, chasing the pleasure I’m keeping just out of reach. Her little whimpers and frustrated noises bring out the feral beast inside me—the same one she helps put away.

My teeth dig into her until she hisses, then my tongue laves the pain away. I put a finger inside her slick, wet heat and use the heel of my palm to play with her clit, torturing her with slow, deep kisses as I rub against her spot. She falls apart from being brought to the edge and back a few times, like putty in my hand. While we’re in her bed together, she’ll take what I give her. I pop off her nipple, licking her tears away.

They’re salty. Delicious.Mine.

“Little flower, do you want to come on my fingers?”

She nods, breathing heavily as I switch back to using my fingers to stroke her.

“Say it, use your manners, too. I want to hear your sweet little voice say those filthy words.”

She hesitates for a moment, then I stop. That gets her talking.

“Please, Colin, make me come?”

I take her nipple into my mouth again and bite down hard enough to draw blood, then shove two fingers into her tight as fuck cunt. She cries out as I give her exactly what she craves. Pushing in deeper, I feel a soft barrier, the proof of her innocence.

I can impale her on my cock and take it right now, claim it for me and only me. Fuck whatever understanding the guys and I have. I want to feel her stretch around me. Her tight little pussy strangling my cock until I fill her up with cum.

Maybe that seed will take. Her belly will grow round with our child, a beautiful mix of her and me. We can have someone linking us forever. They’ll both be mine forever.

“One day, my little flower, I’m gonna fill you up ‘cause you’re my good girl. You’re all mine. Tell me.”

“Y-yours,” she moans, her mouth a perfect O-shape as her cunt flutters around me. I take her lips, keeping her sounds of pleasure for myself. They’re for me and only me.

“You gotta be quiet,” I warn her. Then I wrap my hand around her throat, cutting off her air enough that she falls silent.

Her eyes go wide, a wildness taking over and she slams herself onto my fingers, riding them hard. The pure expression of lust on her face makes me lose my breath—she’s always beautiful, but right now she’s glorious. She bites her bottom lip, her hazy, hooded eyes focused on mine. Her pussy clamps my fingers like a vise when she shatters around them.

Her thighs shake. She slumps over, laying on top of me as her breathing evens out. I’ve never cuddled with a woman since I was a child and cuddled with my mother. But I can see myself holding Wisteria Jean like this, for eternity if she’d let me. I’d fuck her every night until she was a puddle on the mattress if I got to hold her afterward.

The warmth of her naked body seeps into me, almost relaxing me until I remember what riled me up in the first place.

Before she falls asleep, I grab her hair, pulling her up so she’s forced to look at me. She winces slightly, but I need to let her know how serious this is. I need her to stay the fuck out of it—to deny her curious nature for her own safety.

“You will never go near the barn in the woods. You knownothing—” I grip her hair tighter, “And you will forget what you saw tonight.”

Nodding, she says “Y-yes, Colin. I trust you.”

I’m not sure she should ever trust someone like me. The emptiness that consumes me most days, makes me feel moremonster than man. But if she deems me worthy of it, I’ll do whatever I have to, to protect her.

Even if that meant hurting her.

Chapter Five

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