Page 9 of Filthy and Fierce

He’s gripping his hands at his sides. “You think we can fuck and then I’m not going to want you anymore?”

I shrug. I know I’m going to want more, but heck, Dixon hasway more willpower than I do, so yeah, I’m sure he can do this and then forget about me. I lift my chin up. “Yes.”

He nods his head. “And you want me to fuck you in the barn?”

I look around the office. At least it’s the cleanest room in the barn. “Yeah.”

“And for one night, I can do whatever I want to with you and then tomorrow, we both walk away?”

I struggle with this one. I swallow but nod my head. “Yeah. You game, cowboy? Or do I need to get dressed?”

When he doesn’t answer me, my bravado lessens a little, and I turn to go and pick up my clothes. For just a second I let myself be embarrassed, but it fades quickly because he’s hooking his arm around my waist and pulling me snug against him. His cock is hard, pressing into my ass, and I push back because I want more.

His breath is hot on my cheek as he talks low and thick into my ear. “I’m game, Faith. But remember when you can barely walk tomorrow that you told me I could do whatever I want to you.”

I reach my hands back and grip his big thighs, holding him to me. But that’s not enough for him. “Say the words, Faith. Say I can have you.”

I turn in his arms, pressing my bare breasts to his hair-covered chest. “You can have me, Dixon.”

His lips slam to mine, and the kiss is all-consuming. It’s a gnashing of teeth, lips, and tongue. It’s like the tide has been released, and we’re trying to survive it. I go to my tiptoes because I need to be closer, I need more of him. He lifts me up and jostles me in his arms as he pulls his cock free.

It’s all happening so fast, but I wouldn’t want it to happen any other way. He lifts me up, and his manhood slides along the slickness of my folds. He breaks off the kiss, and his eyes are dilated and he sounds desperate. “Fuck, please tell me you’re on the pill or something.”

“I’m on the pill,” I admit. I don’t go into detail that I’ve been on the pill since I was a teenager to help with my periods. He doesn’t need to know all that.

His relief is evident. “I’m going in bare.”

It’s like he’s challenging me, but there’s no way I’m going to fight him on this. There’s one thing I know about Dixon Chase, and that is he’s going to protect me no matter what, so I don’t even have to ask him if he's clean or anything. “I don’t want anything between us.”

He lets his head fall back and groans. It’s like he’s barely hanging on.

His fingers dig into my hips, and he lifts me up. As I feel the tip of his manhood press against my core, I put a hand to his chest. “Be easy.”

His eyes snap to mine, and I want to hide the truth from him, but he must see the trepidation on my face. His shoulders tense under my palms, and he’s searching my face. He doesn’t have to ask me because he can see the truth on my face. He tries to put me away from him, but I wrap my legs around him. His cock is right there where I need him. “Dixon, don’t stop, please. I want this.”

He turns me around and leans me against the wall. One hand comes to my cheek. “Are you a virgin, Faith?”

I only know how to be honest with him, and I want him to know the truth. The whole truth. “When I was eighteen and I left here, I wanted you like I’ve never wanted anyone in mylife. I haven’t looked at another man or wanted another man since that day.”

He blows out a breath. He has sweat on his brow, and his muscles are bulging; he’s practically vibrating against me, trying to hold himself back. He starts to shake his head. “Faith…”

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his engorged manhood. His tip is seeping, and I smear it down the length of him before stroking him once and then positioning him at my entrance. “I want you, Dixon, and I want you to be my first.”

He groans and leans his forehead against mine. He’s gasping for breath but is able to mumble, “I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t hurt you.”

I lean back and slowly impale myself on him. His eyes get big. I can feel myself stretching around him, adjusting to his size, but there’s no stopping me. It’s only when I’m fully seated on him that I take in a shuddered breath. We stare at each other, and he groans before reaching between us. His fingers go to my swollen clit, and I pulse on contact. He works his finger around me, and the sensation jolts through my system. He starts to move, in and out, slow deep thrusts, and I wince at first because I’m so full, so stretched, but the pain quickly turns to pleasure, and when it does, there’s no stopping it.

“Fuck, your tight pussy feels so good, princess. That’s right, squeeze me. Fuck, baby, you’re going to suck my balls dry.”

“Argh.” I groan as the orgasm hits me hard and fast. He pulsates inside me, groaning as he releases himself.

We’re both panting, holding on to one another, and as I rest my head against his neck, I realize that I don’t ever want to let go.

CHAPTER 7

DIXON

I’m still balls deep inside her.

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