Page 15 of Riding Dirty

I feel my hands squeezing her ass until I’m sure it’s bruising. I want my marks on her. I want her to look into the mirror later this week and be reminded of this moment, to be reminded of us.

Her eyes shut, and moan after guttural moan take over until she’s shaking against my touch and my face is flooded with hot come.

“That’s a good girl, little one.” I rub her pleasure into my beard like a holy oil and pray her scent stays on me for good. “Get on your knees for me. I need you to suck my cock.” It’s a demand and I’m not sure how she’ll take it, but it spills from my lips so naturally that I go with it.

Without hesitation, she does as she’s told. Almost immediately, my cock is in her warm mouth and her tongue is swirling around the tip. The sun begins to set, and the light beats through the kitchen window like a spotlight shining on this very wrong thing… that feels so fucking right.

I weave my hands into her hair and move her head back and forth, thrusting into her mouth like a fucking monster. I can’t think straight. I’m forgetting to breathe and my pulse is jumping under my skin.

She cups my balls and sucks me harder as I move her head in rhythm and tighten my thighs.

“Fuck. I’m going to come, little one. You better stop. I need your pussy.”

She uses this against me and continues to suck and moan on my stiff cock, teasing my ambitious erection.I love it.

“Bend over. Let me see that dripping pussy,” I demand, and she listens. I’m not sure I’ve ever been more excited for anything in my life.

How tight will she be?

I’m the first man to touch her.The only man to touch her.What is it about that? What is it about owning her, feeling her, thrusting into her for the first time that gets me so excited?

I stroke my cock at her entrance and use my free hand to rub her smooth skin and brush her breasts. I’ve barely touched her with my tip and I’m on fire. Something tells me this will be embarrassingly short lived.

“I’m scared,” she pants. “I’m scared but I don’t want you to stop.”

I lean into her back and scrape my teeth against her shoulder like an animal making my mark. “You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

She rocks her hips backward. “I’m not going to want you to stop, Gunner. Keep going. No matter what, give it to me hard and fast. I want my first time to be everything you’ve got.”

“Are you mine, little one?All mine?Once I fuck you, I’m not letting you go.” My hand wraps around the back of her neck as my cock angles into her tight core.

“I’m yours, Gunner! I’m yours… always and forever!”

The sun dips further and shades of orange and white shadow across the cabin floor. She tilts her ass up and I sink in deeper.

Chapter Eight

Millie

Gunner’s musk is strong and feral like pine and gasoline. It’s hard to put into words. I’ve not sniffed many men, but I don’t imagine this is a cologne made for some fancy department store. This is the scent of a guy who lives and works in the woods, and I’ve never smelled anything better.

His cock sinks deep inside of me and though there’s pain,a lot of it, I do my best to put it to the back of my head. One thing is sure, I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to feel bad for fucking me. I want him as deep as he can go.

Pressure coils in my stomach and my teeth grind against one another as my muscles shiver beneath his touch.

“You like taking this cock, little one?”

I groan and rock backward into him. I don’t know what the spot he’s hitting is called, but it’s euphoric. Everything he does is euphoric. The way he calls me little one in that deep, raspy voice. The way his big, calloused hands touch my skin. The way he grips the back of my neck with purpose and thrusts into me.

God, I’m going to lose it. This can’t be real. I’m probably still asleep on the couch from days ago. This is all a dream.

His rough hands sink into my hips and push me back and forth over his thick cock. My body is learning with his every movement. It’s learning how it likes to be touched, how it likes to be savored. It’s stretching to fit his dick, making a mold for him and only him.

My nipples brush against the cool pine floor as Gunner thrusts into me. He’s not careful, nor is he playing shy. He’s hard and savage, and I love every second of it.

As my eyes roll back into my head, he pulls away slowly and leans back on the creaking cabin floor. “Right here, little one. Spread your legs and sit on my cock.”

The sun shines through the window in such a way that I’d be on center stage. A bout of panic rushes through me. I know my body doesn’t look like Gunner’s. It’s misshapen, not nearly as toned, and my love for cupcakes has left me with more of a midsection than I’d like. But the way Gunner looks at me, makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on Earth.

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