“What?”
I try to find air, but it’s gone, my mouth finding a way to be dry, while my panties are soaked.
“Princess,” his voice deepens, “what do you want?”
Given the wild look in his eye, I assume I know what he’s asking, but I don’t want to get this wrong and risk looking stupid.
“I got a job,” I blurt, unsure why my brain chose that particular escape hatch. “It’s in Dallas.”
His jaw flexes. “Do you want to take the job?”
“I don’t know.” I let my eyes wander to the side, but he readjusts my chin until I’m staring at him again.
“I don’t know isn’t an answer. What do you want?”
Why is my pussy throbbing so hard?
I shrug. “What I want isn’t rational.”
“If there were no rules, and everything was your choice, what would you want?” His dark eyes hold mine with ferocious heat.
“I’d want you. I’d want this. I’d want you to push me up against the wall right now and fill my pussy up.”
The barn creaks as he drags his hand down over my hips and pulls my leg up to his side, a primal growl in his throat as he says, “Fuck, princess, you don’t know what you’re asking for.” His words come out through clenched teeth, his shoulders tightening with each syllable.
If I lived ten thousand years, I don’t think I’ll ever feel this wanted ever again.
The rain continues to pound heavily. It’s our own personal veil, blurring the world outside while everything between us sharpens.
“Kiss me,” I sigh, heat spilling from my lungs as his lips touch mine, hard and hungry. Lips parted, our tongues explore each other as his hard cock pokes against my stomach.
My pussy tightens as my panties dampen, his massive frame pressing me hard against the pine wood wall. The pressure stings my cut for a moment before he readjusts, lifting me from the ground and setting me next to the hammer at his workbench.
I drag my hand up over his flexing muscles, admiring the way the dark ink tightens over his skin as he holds himself perfectly still, like he’s afraid to move.
“Violet,” he growls low, “I’m so fucking hard for you.”
My pussy twitches as his hungry, intentional stare passes over me. “So let me help you.”
He leans into my neck, scraping his teeth lightly against my skin. “You’re so innocent. I can’t take you for the first time here in this filthy barn.”
I reach down for his hard cock, grabbing at his thickness through the denim. “That’s not what your dick is saying. Your dick says you could take me just fine right here in this filthy barn.”
Nostrils flaring, he tugs me to the edge of the table and yanks up my skirt. His eyes are dark, intense, instinctual, like he’s somewhere between wanting to step back and being forcibly pulled forward.
My fingers find the buckle on his belt, then the zipper, and within seconds, his jeans fall to the barn floor. “I know your balls are throbbing. Empty them inside of me.”
I don’t know who the hell I am right now. I’ve never thought or heard those words in my life.
And… he’s right! I hate dirty things,with a passion!And yet, I’d get ass naked and lay out on this hay covered floor if it meant he was going to come inside of me right now!
He growls low and scrapes his teeth against the lobe of my ear. “You sure you can take me? That pussy is so tiny.”
My panties flood and a desperate sigh finds its way up my throat and into the barn as my hips jerk forward. “Why don’t you find out?”
He goes still like a predator holding motionless, his dark eyes tracking me intensely as the air between us tightens.
There’s a breath, a flash of lightning, and then his shoulders dip, his resolve crumbling as he tugs my panties to the side and presses his dick into me hard and fast.
