Page 52 of Stray

“You would what?” I ask, unsure I heard him right, unsure he means it.

He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him as he brings my face to his, always making sure we are keeping eye contact. “I would burn this fucking world to the ground for you,” he repeats, his voice low. “You want it, and you will have it.”

“Oink like a pig,” I say, watching him blink in surprise before chuckling.

“Oink.”

“Sing me a song,” I smirk as I watch his face fall, and his cheeks redden.

“I uhhh… I’m actually not a real good singer.” He gives me a nervous smile, and I give him a shrug.

“Guess there is a limi–”

“Jingle bells,” he begrudgingly mutters in a half attempt at singing. “Jingle bells, jingle all the… Okay, you can’t laugh!” I cover my mouth as I continue cackling like a maniac.

“Why?” I try to ask through my laughing fit. “Why would you pick jingle bells? I have literally heard you guys on the ranch belting out every song known to man, and you pick that?”

“I don’t like this game anymore.” He huffs and looks away.

“Awww… okay, I only have one more,” I say, taking a breath. His eyes roll, still refusing to look at me. “Have sex with me.” His entire body stiffens, and his head whips around to look at me, his eyes round and large.

“I… Baby, if you are testing me right now, I need you to know, I was a C student at best, and I fear I may be about to disappoint the fuck out of you because if you think for one second I’m going to say no or that we shouldn’t, you are so fucking mistaken.”

“I know what I’m asking,” I say, grinding against his crotch to emphasize my point. His head rolls back as he lets out a long “fuck”.

“Are you sure?” He pants while watching me move back and slip off my jeans. “Fucking god, you have the sexiest legs known to man.” I giggle as I slip my socks and stockings off, my shoes already off from earlier.

“Really?”

“Yes,” he breathes. “I just want to hold and lick and own them.” I grab a blanket and hand it to him as I remove my sweater dress, shivering as the cool night air hits my bare flesh. “If this is a dream, please, for the love of Christ, don’t wake me up.” I giggle as I reach behind me and unclasp my bra. I nearly moan as I watch him palming himself through his jeans. The look of need on his face is almost too much. I hold on to all my strength as I toss my bra to the side, leaving me in nothing but my thong.

“Say something,” I say after a minute of him just staring.

“I… where can’t I touch you?” My heart melts at his sweet question.

“No ass play and no choking.” He nods, but I take note of how dark his eyes go. “So, are you going to just let me freeze out here alone?” I laugh, and it snaps him out of his trance.

“Fuck, sorry.” He makes short work of his shirt before undoing his belt and pants and sliding them down to reveal…woah. Scrunching my face, I scratch the top of my head. He sees me looking and begins to appear nervous. “What?”

“Well, think it’s… big enough?” I ask, and he lets out a surprised laugh before motioning for me to come to him. When I do, he wraps the blanket around us, and looks down at my tits.

“Can I touch them?” He asks, and I nod. His hands cup my large breast, and I let out a groan. “They’re so fucking soft.” He says as his lips touch my clavicle.

“W-wait,” I say, stunned by how fast he pulls back.

“I’m sorry.”

“N-no, I just, not your lips. Kissing me on the lips or near my ear is fine, but… I need to hear you.” His brows furrow.

“Hear me?” He repeats, and I nod.

“Yeah, I ummm…you talking to me, I think it’s what’s keeping me grounded, and I’m afraid if I don’t hear your voice, I’ll–” He kisses my lips and nods.

“Completely understandable. Holy shit!” He gasps when I grind against his bare dick.

“So are you going to put it in or?” I buck my hips again, and he lets out a whine.

“Ozzy, fuck, baby, I’m trying to go slow.” Shaking my head, I reach down and move my thong to the side.

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