Page 111 of That Moment
“I’m yours.”
That’s all I need. I pull my hand free, grab her by the hips, and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist on instinct, her fingers sliding into my hair as my mouth crashes back onto hers. The kiss is desperate, wild, teeth and breath and everything we’ve been trying to hold back.
Her dress rides up around her hips, my jeans rough against her thighs. She presses herself against me, desperate to finish. But then she’s tugging my shirt, reaching for my belt.
“Put me down. Let me finish what I started in the garage.” She climbs down from my arms, sinking to her knees. I reach out, hooking one hand beneath her armpit, the other reaching for my belt.
“Oh fuck no baby, not right now.” I undo my jeans, freeing my cock. “I need to fuck you.” I lift her again, pressing her back against the large column behind her. “Pull your panties aside for me.”
She does, and I reach down to line my cock up. She’s already tilting her pelvis forward, trying to get my cock into her pussy faster. “Oh, look at you,” I toy with her, sliding the head of my cock up and down the length of her pussy. “You’re desperate for cock. Miss Adrienne Slade is a little slut for my cock isn't she?”
“Only for your cock.” She moans, accepting me as I slide several inches inside her.
The second she says that, I lose it. “That’s right, all nine, thick inches of my cock.”
I slam forward, the thick head of my cock pushing deep into her, the sound of her moan muffled against my shoulder. She’s tight, hot, and slick in a way that makes my vision go black around the edges. My hand shoots out, bracing against the column behind her as I start to move. Hard. Fast. Every thrust drives her higher against the rough beam until she’s clawing at my back like she’s trying to hang on for dear life.
Her breath comes in sharp gasps, the sound echoing in the barn, too damn loud. I slap a hand over her mouth, pressing my lips to her ear. “Quiet, baby,” I growl, voice low and rough. “You want the whole damn party to hear how good I fuck you?”
She shakes her head, whimpering, eyes fluttering, body trembling.
“Then keep quiet,” I whisper, grinding in deep. “’Cause I’m not stopping.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, her muffled moans vibrating against my palm as I fuck her harder, rougher, and filthier than I have yet. Every thrust makes the wood behind her creak, the column scraping her bare back. I’m half sure she’ll have splinters tomorrow, and I’ll be the one picking them out.
“Fuck—” I hiss through clenched teeth, watching her come apart. “That’s it, baby. Take it. You feel that? That’s mine. This pussy—” I spread her thighs wide and push her against the column before dragging my cock out of her slowly, then slamming back in. “—is mine.”
She nods, barely able to breathe, her whimpers caught under my hand. Her whole body tightens around me, pulsing, and I feel her break. The way her pussy clenches around me when she comes is fucking heaven. She milks me, every last drop.
“Goddamn, Adrienne,” I groan, driving into her one more time before I spill. The orgasm hits hard, my body jerking against hers, forehead pressed to the side of her neck as I empty into her, every muscle shaking.
For a second, neither of us moves. The world goes quiet except for the sound of our breathing, ragged and out of sync. My hand slips from her mouth, tracing down to her jaw as I kiss her shoulder. Her head falls back against the beam, eyes closed, skin flushed and damp.
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper against her skin. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I kiss down her spine, my hands smoothing over the wrinkles in her dress, pulling the fabric back into place. She’s still trembling, still catching her breath. But when I pull back, I’m already hard again. Just looking at her does it. Her lips swollen, her hair wild, her body marked with me.
I groan, forehead dropping to her shoulder. “Fuck, it’s not enough.”
She turns her head, meets my eyes, dazed and soft. “Scotty…”
I kiss her, hard, no words, no patience, just hunger. When I pull back, I press my mouth against her ear. “Come with me,” I rasp. “Let me take you home and make you feel so good.”
She nods, still breathless, still lost in it. I take her hand, leading her toward the door. We slip through the shadows, her hair tousled, her cheeks pink, my shirt half undone. The sound of music and laughter from the Slades’ backyard drifts behind us, a world away from what just happened.
Her hands are on the wall, water streaming down her back, and I’m buried deep inside her. After we made it back to my place last night, we were both still so wound up from the barn that we got lost in each other the second we got through that back door.
The shower’s hot, steam thick enough to fog the mirror across the room. Her body’s slick and soft under my palms, skin flushed pink from the heat. Every sound she makes bounces off the tile, soft gasps, little moans she tries to hold back, but can’t.
“Oh, that feels so good.” Her head falls forward, resting against the tile.
I slide a hand around her waist, pull her back against me, thrusting slow and deep until she trembles. The pace isn’t rough like last night. This is passionate. Every movement meant to feel, not just fuck.
“Feels good?” I whisper against her shoulder.
She nods, forehead resting against the wall. “Yeah… God, yeah.”
I kiss the side of her neck, tasting water and skin. “You look so damn perfect like this.”
