Page 57 of Rugged

But what if none of it was real? I knew the physical part was real, but maybe he’d made it all out to be something in his head–some fantasy for him that didn’t fit who I actually was.

Just like I’d objectified him as my “hot cowboy” before I even knew him.

What if all this wore off in a few weeks or a few months when he realized I wasn’t the real Lyssa? What happened when he found out I was just plain old Emma, the conservative good girl who never took risks, flirted, or jumped in a hot cowboy’s truck with a suitcase a few hours after meeting–and fucking–him?

I wasn’t the woman who had a box of sex toys.

I wasn’t the one who made friends quickly with a bunch of women at a saloon.

Maybe this was going too fast. Maybe I’d wake up in a week or a month and realize I got taken for a ride, and not on a mechanical bull.

God, what if Johnny was just really good at seducing women? A love ‘em and leave ‘em type.

What if I was being catfished? Or scammed or whatever.

Before I could completely spin out, Johnny nudged my knees apart with his. “You want this cock, baby?”

The second he was close again, I forgot my paranoia and reached down to guide him in. “Yes.”

He eased inside me. “Where do you want it?” He thrust at the very end, arcing the head of his cock up to hit my inner wall. “Here?”

“Yes,” I breathed, already lost to the sensation.

He felt so good. It was like our bodies were made for each other. Maybe there was something to fate.

Then again, maybe that was a line Johnny used.

No, I was being crazy. This was real. I wanted it to be real. I told him I loved him. I bit my lip because his thrusts felt so good, but so I didn’t blurt it again. Had I messed up saying that?

The little voice inside my head asked,but are you being real with him? I’d faked a phone call to my fake boss!

Fuck off, voice. I was being Lyssa right now. And Lyssa could have hot, meaningless sex any time she wanted. She didn’t get hung up on whether the guy used a line or not. She just enjoyed herself. And the magical dick.

That’s what I needed to do now. Not get ahead of myself because I’d blurtedI love you.

“You okay?” Johnny was watching my face as he arced in and out of me.

“Yes!” Dammit, I needed to stop with these doubts. “It’s good. Really good.”

He pulled out. “Just really good? Maybe you need alittle something more.” He rolled me to my belly and slapped my ass.

I kicked my feet. “No! I need you. Your cock. That’s all I need.”

“Well, you’re getting plugged. Fuck, yeah. I want that gorgeous ass wearing my plug when I fuck you tonight.”

“Oh my God.” That did it. All other thoughts were banished as I surrendered to Johnny’s dirty talk and skilled dominance. I lay there panting with need as he lubed up my ass and the plug, then gently inserted it.

“Look at you taking that plug so well. My dirty girl,” he said, then flipped me over.

My eyes were already rolling back in my head when he entered me this time. I was awash with delicious sensation–my ass plugged, his cock stroking in and out. So tight. So full. So… naughty.

I lost track of time–didn’t know if we’d been at it for a few minutes or an hour. I was suspended in pleasure. Johnny grew rougher. He braced a hand against the headboard, and the bed rocked and creaked, slamming against the wall at a faster and faster pace.

When I opened my eyes, Johnny’s breath had grown ragged. His eyes glowed in the moonlight, and his jaw was clenched hard, like he was trying to hold back. Still.

Wow. Maybe he reallycouldgo too far. This was about as rough as I could take it. But some naughty part of me–the Lyssa wannabe–desired to see what Johnnymeant. How rough he’d get. I knew he was rugged, but this?

I reached for him, scoring his shoulders with my nails, urging him in even harder. “I want it, Johnny,” I pleaded, rolling my hips thrust for thrust. “I want it all. Give it to me.”

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