Page 22 of Swallow Your Fear
With his thumb about an inch inside my ass, the head of his cock slid along my slick center. “You want me to fill you like a dirty little slut, Darlin’?”
I nodded, humming my response.
He spanked me again, the crack ringing through the barn. “Use your words like a good girl and maybe I will.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
I let my weight hang from the hook above me as he glided his cock inside my pussy. I bit down on my lip as his free hand grabbed my hip, keeping me steady while he pulled in and out at a tortuously slow pace. Then, his speed quickened, and he was pounding into me, my body swinging forward with each thrust.
The sounds our bodies made together as he pressed deeper into my ass with his thumb should have been vulgar, but instead, it soaked me further, and I felt drops of my arousal falling down the inside of my thighs.
With my hands tied and latched to the hook above my head, I was completely at his will for whatever he wanted to do to me. I was quickly finding it was exactly where I wanted to be—under his control. Outside of sex, I wasn’t sure if I’d be okay with it. But like this? He could have his way. I fucking loved it.
“So fucking wet for me,” he ground out. “You like being all tied up for me. What a dirty fucking girl.”
Hums and moans rolled into one another as pressure built in my core, the length of him hitting my sweet spot just perfectly as his thumb worked my other hole. I was blissfully full of him, and the thought made me want to explode.
Gently, he pulled his thumb out. Then, in the span of abreath, he was unhooking my arms from above, all while keeping his pace inside me from behind. A flash of metal glinted in the dim moonlight, and the bailing twine snapped as he ran a pocket knife through it seamlessly. He tossed the blade to the ground along with the string and grabbed my arms, pulling them behind my back. He eased us forward slightly, pressing my front to the stall with my cheek squished against the wood.
He fucked me like that, holding my hands behind my back so my ass was perked higher and my breasts were bouncing against the wood slats, creating friction against my peaked nipples.
“You want to come, Darlin’?”
A whimper passed my lips before I said, “Yes. Please.”
He dropped one of my arms, keeping his grip tight on the other. “Rub your clit for me. I want to feel you choke my cock when you come.”
I reached my hand between my legs, rubbing circles over the swollen bud. He increased his pace, thrusting into me with a speed I wasn’t sure I could handle. But Booker pushed me to my limits, and my entire body was tightening.
My core clenched as my fingers quickened, then I was screaming out his name as fireworks exploded behind my eyes. Every coherent thought turned into pure pleasure as my orgasm flowed through me. Then, he was pounding deeper, harder, and exploding all the same.
I slackened against the stall as he let go of my other arm, leaving himself inside me as we caught our breath. Placing my palms against the wood, I stood straighter, feeling a slight ache in my back from where I’d hit the counter earlier, and the position I was just bent in. It was nothingcompared to the heaven I just felt, not for the first time, because of Booker.
I froze as Booker’s lips grazed the back of my shoulder, moving my hair out of the way to ghost his mouth over the crook of my neck. He was gone a second later, footsteps receding. “Clean yourself up and head to bed.”
I spun, not giving a shit that I was naked. “Excuse me?”
He’d just fucked me like there was no tomorrow, and now he wanted to dip out?
He stopped in his tracks, facing me. He’d already situated himself back in his jeans, but he still wore his mask. “Don’t fucking start, Brynne.”
I grabbed my clothes from where they sat on the ground, my shirt completely ruined, and stomped toward him. “You don’t get to just fuck me and then tellmeto clean up.”
He met me halfway, leaning close to my face. I wouldn’t stand down—no matter how intimidating he was trying to be. “I’m not your bitch little boyfriend. You want nice and sweet? You go fuck men like Chase.”
My pulse thrummed as his words hit me right where I didn’t expect them to. “I want respect.”
“You didn’t want that while my cock was buried so deep in that tight pussy of yours, you couldn’t even remember your own name.”
My lips pressed into a thin, tight line. “It wasn’t even that great.”
He chuckled, the sound lacking any humor. “Yeah. That’s why you came all over me.”
Fuck, I wanted to slap him.
“You’re just hiding from how you really feel,” I shot out.
His teeth ground together, then he was taking his cowboy hat off and setting it on my head. I was confused for the briefest moment, until he was pulling his shirt off and shoving it at me. I took it as he retrieved his hat, my eyes fused to the tattoos and scars littering his chest and stomach. He was beautifully sculpted, like the ranch was imprinted into every divot and crevice that shadowed between bulging muscles and battle-worn skin. “Wipe yourself with it. Wear it. I don’t give a shit. But that’s as sweet as you’re getting from me.”
