Page 11 of Sunshine & Ink

I bent to my work, concentrating hard as I tried to get the lizard to eat, and I felt ridiculously thrilled when it seemed to inch over and maybe think about taking a bite of the cricket.

“You’ve got this,” I caroled as the lizard edged over, lowering his head. I watched as the small creature ate cautiously.

What if the hawk came back?

Piling up some dried grasses on the end of the windowsill, I made a little bed for it.

“You can stay,” I whispered, feeling a little foolish because this was what I wanted for myself. “For as long as you want.”

Then I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment as Raker moved behind me.

I hadn’t even heard him come out.

“Let it go,” he said, his harsh voice scraping down my spine. “When they’ve been taken by a predator like that it’s too late. There’s no saving them.”

I stood up obediently, but I still dropped my eyes down to the lizard.

“Everything out here has to be strong. It might make it,” I almost whispered, my cheeks flaming and feeling foolish, then wishing I could take it back.

Raker probably wanted someone tough and hard, like him. But oh, in the delicious golden warm haze of being in this room with him, I wanted to think I could stay forever.

Maybe if I wasverygood. . .

His face didn’t change expression, but he cocked his head at me, then raised fingers up to my cheek, those calloused tips scraping across my chin.

It did nothing to cool my heated flesh, my nipples tightening almost painfully hard and fast under the loose T-shirt.

No sooner was I glad it was so big and baggy to hide how my body responded to his, then his other hand moved down, his palm brushing against the tight little tips.

“The tub has automatic water heaters to keep the water warm,” he said, and my breath caught in my throat at the idea of such luxury.

“Oh, that’s so exciting! I can’t wait!”

I was in raptures until his hand descended on the back of my neck, his span so broad his fingers seemed to reach all across my shoulders.

“Sunni, my balls are full as fuck. You should be on your knees fixing that.”

“Y-yes, of course,” I said, stumbling over my words. “I won’t forget again, sir.”

“You don’t have to call me sir,” he admonished.

“No sir,” I replied quickly as I fell to my knees. “I mean, no.”

He smelled so good, his thick cock already straining at the jeans as I undid the button.

His lips twisted up slightly.

“Call me Raker, Sunni.”

“OK,” I agreed.

His cock sprung thick and heavy from his jeans, his skin smelling deliciously like fresh soap, and I put my mouth on his heavy member eagerly.

“Boot,” Raker said, shoving his foot under my hips, and I realized with a start that he wanted me to come on it too.

What if I couldn’t come for him?

But his voice glided over me, seducing me with that low gravelly tone, and I did, my throat raw from the violence of it, my hips gyrating over the hard surface of his boots, until my body was shaking uncontrollably with the release, his hot, sticky-sweet cum down my throat until I felt I couldn’t swallow any more.

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