Page 62 of Stray

“Mother of fucking Christ, woman,” I growl, looking at her pierced nipples. They are begging for me to touch them, to taste them. Later, ladies, I promise. “I will drive with you on me if you don’t sit down.” Her mischievous grin widens.

“I would rather you drive with you in me.” With her still in my lap, I start the truck and drive to the small cottage behind the main house.

“So, how long have you been working on this place?” She asks, looking around.

“Tink,” I say flatly. “Baby, you are topless in front of me. Do you honestly think I have enough blood flowing up here to talk to you about this house?” I ask while gesturing to my head. She gives me a light chuckle, and I lean down to kiss her softly. “Are you sure you want this?” I murmur in her ear while running my thumb along her collarbone.

“Yes,” she says softly, leaning her head back. “I won’t lie to you. I’m nervous to do it again after the nightmares last time, but I want you, and I know you’ll keep me safe.” She kisses me, and I feel her hand run over the front of my pants.

“Fucking hell,” I groan while kissing her harder. “Tell me what to do,” I say almost frantically, pulling off my clothes as she wiggles out of those tight shorts. “Do you want on top? For me to be tied? Whatever it is, you need to feel safe. Just tell me.” She looks around before walking over to the kitchen counter and hopping up onto it.

“Fuck me here,” she says, spreading her legs to reveal her pussy to me. It occurs to me that this might be a dream. Maybe I fell and hit my head on a fence post, and now I’m in a coma. Eh, fuck it. I’m alright with it.

“Can you do it hard?” She asks tentatively, and fuck, that’s a loaded question. I take a breath before nodding.

“Promise me you’ll say something?” She kisses my lips and nods as I situate myself between her, making sure I’m in position before thrusting myself inside her. She lets out a cry that breaks me on a soul level as she clings to me as if I’m her life raft. She’s so tight, and I can feel the scars inside her. I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like, mentally or physically.

“Shhhh…” I run my thumb over her lips before dipping into her sweet mouth. Her eyes soften, and I feel her tongue play with the tip of my finger. “Good girl, now here’s what we’re going to do.” I take my thumb from her mouth and move down to circle her clit. Fuck, she’s soaked. “I’m giving you three pumps, baby. You tell me yes or no, got it.”

“Got it,” she whimpers, and I grab her gently by the back of the head as I drive into her. “Jackson!” She screams my name as I drive into her a second and then a third time. I stay as deep inside her as possible and move my mouth to her ear.

“Am I hurting you?” I whisper as she whimpers against my shoulder.

“No,” she croaks, her fingers getting lost in my hair. “I’m not in pain… physically, anyway.” Her voice breaks on the last word, and I feel protectiveness surge through me. I didn’t know her back then, and I couldn’t protect her, and while I can’t keep the memories of those demons from her now either, I can help fight them with her.

“I’m going to hug you,” I say softly as I wrap my arms around her waist. Her legs go around my waist as I lift her and carry her up the stairs and into what will be her bedroom. It has to be, because I won’t let her go after this here. And if she tries, if she refuses to stay on this ranch, then… I’ll leave with her. But I’m not living my life without this perfect woman in it. Never. She’s it for me, and I will show her in every way I can.

I situate myself on top of her and reinsert my cock and watch as her teary eyes roll back. “You’re so strong,” I murmur, kissing her lips. “But you don’t have to be strong alone, Tink. Let me help you. Trust me,” I give a small, slow thrust, and she whines before looking at me.

“I can’t,” she breathes through her tears. “I can’t let you into that part. I can’t let you… I can’t give you that part of me.”

I push myself inside her to the hilt before cupping her cheek. This is not the fucking I had envisioned for us. This isn’t even sex. We are two souls trying to connect. It’s so raw and intimate… It’s making me feel things that run far deeper for this woman than I thought possible.

“Tell me why,” I grunt out, thrusting into her again.

“Fuck,” she moans as her tears continue to fall. “Because… if I give you that part, and you leave…” She trails off and stares at me in a way that halts my movements. Her eyes are suddenly clear. Her tears paused while she speaks. Her face is so vulnerable. I nod, lean down, kissing her again, trailing over her neck, and licking the chain on the necklace I bought her.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, thrusting again. “Baby, you don’t have to give me that part yet, but I’m not leaving you.”

“Jackson,” she whispers my name on a broken whimper, and I look at her, really look at her. Fuck, does she have feelings for me too? As if she could see the question on my face, she nods, more tears rolling free.

“It’s okay.” I kiss her wobbling lip and groan into her mouth as I feel her meet my next slow thrust. “I know me too, baby,” I whisper as she arches her back.

“More,” she moans as her movements quicken. I take the hint, picking up the speed and adding more force behind each thrust.

“You like that, baby?” I ask, reaching between our slapping flesh and playing with her clit.

“Fuck!” she cries out at my movements. “Yes, fuck… Jackson.” My name in her sweet mouth, in that voice, it’s almost too much. I look down into her eyes, and god, if this woman doesn’t have a direct link to my heart. The pleasure on her face fills me with so much pride. I am the one giving this goddess pleasure. I am the one kissing those dark thoughts away, and… I am the one in love with her.

“Fuck,” I growl, feeling her walls contracting. “You about to come for me, Tink?” She nods frantically, and I watch in awe as her back arches while she screams out my name. Her toes curl, and I watch her nose wrinkle before looking at her bouncing tits. Once she’s coming down, I roll her on top of me and sit up, nuzzling her nipple before sucking on it. She gasps as she continues to bounce on my still rock-hard cock. I feel the sheen of sweat coating her skin, and fuck. I want to lick it off of her.

“Talk to me, baby,” I mutter against her breasts. “Use your words. Tell me what you like, what you want.”

“I liked, oh god…” she groans as I flick her nipple piercing with my tongue. “Harder…” I look up at her, her hardened bud between my lips. Popping her nipple out, I smirk at her.

“Tink, you secretly like it rough?” I tease, and her already-flushed cheeks deepen.

“I mean… god, it’s going to sound so fucked up,” she whispers, her grinding halting and fuck no. “It sounds terrible, but I like it rough with you. I’m fucked up, I’m sorry.” She is off me before I can stop her, and I might fucking cry. Standing, I walk over to her and grab her hand.

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