Page 111 of Auctioned to the Convicts
Fuck, but her touch had him instantly hard and right in the middle of the damn railcar. At least none of the other men was paying attention.
As much as he hated to do it, he moved her hand to her lap. She gave him an adorable pouty, one he’d love to kiss away, but not here. Their unit had established rules for her protection as well as theirs.
Once they got off the railcar, they headed north, in the opposite direction of the others. Ten years ago when he’d had enough of living in The Company’s housing section, he’d gone as far out as he could where he’d still be within walking distance to the rail line for any emergency calls. It was only a twenty-minute walk, but the path through the jungle was secluded, private, and dark as sin with only a sliver of moon overhead to light the way. He knew these trails too well to get lost, even in the dark.
Hannah slipped her hand in his. He didn’t push her away, not when her touch felt so right. He had a momentary flash of what it would be like to stay here with her, but then all those years of dealing with Dresden and this shit-hole reminded him why he was leaving.
“Bend down,” she said as she stopped on the trail. “I have a secret.”
Ren bent down. She pressed her body against his, and fuck, but he could feel her full breasts rubbing up against his chest. “I really like you, Ren,” she whispered in his ear.
“Good.”
Her hand moved to his zipper and started lowering it. This was a development he hadn’t expected. Not given the way he’d been treating her, cold and distant, like she didn’t matter. Nothing was further from the truth, though. He desperately wanted to take her with him when he left.
She pulled out his dick and started stroking him. Fuck, that felt good. It had been too long since anyone’s hand but his own had touched him.
“Are you sure about this Hannah?” he asked as he nuzzled her neck, breathing her in. She smelled like flowers. Another shampoo concoction Sersie had given her, no doubt. Hell, he didn’t want to think of Sersie right now as she stroked his cock.
“Almost home,” he said, as he cupped a very full breast and found her lips.
She tasted just like he imagined. Sweet and luscious. Her tongue played with him, then dove deep like she was trying to get inside of him. She pulled off of him suddenly, and he could see the glow of her eyes as she started stripping.
He took a quick look around, saw no one, heard no one. “The house isn’t far,” he said, but she’d already stripped, wore nothing but the necklace that he had made for her. The black onyx looked fucking amazing against her smooth skin, between her breasts. Her hand moved to her pussy, began rubbing herself as he watched, captivated.
Fuck, he wanted to do that. He wanted to touch her, stroke her. . . fuck her fast and hard.
“Or maybe you’d like a different view,” she said as she got down on all fours and swung her ass at him.
How many times had he dreamed about this?
Her hand returned to her folds, and she started stroking herself again. She parted her legs wide, giving him quite a show and a raging hard-on.
“Fuck me, Ren. I need this. I need you.”
She moaned, sending such heat through him he knelt behind her. What the hell was he waiting for? She was in his unit. By law, he had every right to her, and she’d started this, not him.
He pushed his hips forward, driving his cock through her folds. So fucking wet! Too many years since he’d felt a woman. She slid back against him, rubbing against his hard length.
“Ren. . .” she said, her hand reaching under, lining him up.
Without thought, he sank into her warm heat. She was tight and felt so damn good. He pulled back and thrust again, each time, sending fire through his veins and drawing little moans from her. He’d heard those sounds through the walls of his house, except now they were for him, no one else.
“You’ll . . . leave. . . with. . . me,” he said with each thrust as the need to hear her scream his name, and not Ky’Li’s, Vaughn’s, or Sersie’s, fueled him almost as the feel of her tight pussy squeezing his cock.
“Harder,” she begged.
He draped his body over her back. “Feels so fucking good.” Another three thrusts of pure heaven. Her moans intensified, grabbing him and making him want more of her, more for her.
“Finally. . . inside you. . .”
She laughed. Not the reaction he expected. He cupped a breast, pinching her diamond-hard peak. He was going to lick and suck those hard little peaks the next time, teasing the hell out of her until she was begging to be fucked. Not like tonight, when she was clearly horny. This one he’d give her to get used to him, but next time he’d be calling the shots.
Her breathing grew short, as her moans became drawn out. She was close, he could feel it. He’d make her scream louder than when she was with the others. He rubbed her clit, loving how her whimpers grew higher and higher in pitch until finally she arched her back and screamed so fucking loud he was sure every bird would flee the trees around them. But nothing, nothing in the fucking universe was as divine as how her pussy gripped his cock. He lost control, spilling into her.
Fuck, no condom. He gently moved her hair to the side and leaned forward to kiss her shoulder. It didn’t matter if he got her pregnant. She was his now. She’d come with him, and he wouldn’t have to share her with anyone else.
He kissed her shoulder, and then whispered, “That was fabulous, Princess.” He rose to his feet, noticing the chilly air for the first time. He was still mostly dressed, with his pants pushed down to his hips, but she was completely naked.
