“Oh!” I scream as the pain of his big, thick cock spreads me wide in ways I’ve never been spread.
“Fuck,” he growls through his teeth. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
There’s still a stinging pressure, but it’s subsiding as quickly as it came, and I want more. “Yeah,” I manage, panting heavily as I wrap myself around his hard body.
He lifts me off the workbench and holds me in his arms, bouncing me up and down on his length, every thrust splitting me wider and wider as his eyes flash open and closed with satisfaction and hunger.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, his breath heavy. “You’re strangling my cock with that tight, soaking, little pussy.”
I’m sure I am, because I still feel the stretching.
“Be a good girl and come on my cock. Can you do that for me, princess? Can you cover my cock in your sticky, wet come?” The man has a deep voice, but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard it hit this register. It’s beyond low and graveled. It’s primal, like he’s about to lose it.
“Cash,” I moan, my hard nipples driving against his chest as he bounces me deeper, the rain still pouring down outside, “I’m so close.”
He pumps me faster and harder as he grunts and flexes, a bead of sweat dripping off his forehead.
He’s a wild animal, hard and hungry, desperately filled with need. He’s fucking me like he has no choice, like nature has taken over. We’re two wild beasts, listening to evolutionary needs.
I’ve never seen anything like it, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’ve somehow reached the apex of sex right out of the gate.How could I ever move on from this? How could I ever be with a man who doesn’t have this much passion, this much desire?
My pussy grips his dick tighter as pressure coils. He must feel the difference.
“Jesus Christ, yes!” he yells, driving into me harder, his hot breath on my neck. “You’re a thirsty little slut, aren’t you? You need to be filled!”
“Yes!” I scream as my fingertips dig into the back of his shoulders. Every muscle in my body spasms as he tries to hold me against his chest and continues to thrust.
“That’s right, princess! I love your come on my cock! Soak every inch of it!” His voice is raw and the tone erratic. I can tell he’s on edge. He’s about to spill his seed inside of me.
“Good fucking God, you’re tight!” He growls out one last time and presses me tighter onto his long, thick rail, filling me up as a cool breeze blows in from the wide-open barn doors.
I’ve barely caught my breath when he leans into my lips and kisses me gently. “Are you in pain?”
“No,” I smile, “that was amazing.”
He sighs and his shoulders relax as though he’s relieved. “Come to the party at the distillery with me tonight.”
I narrow my brows. “What? That’s crazy.”
“Maybe,” he says, voice low and steady, “but so was this.”
“Okay,” I say, my heart beating hard as he sets me back onto his workbench, the squish of his come spilling from inside of me as I lean forward, “but my dad will be there, right? You’re not thinking straight right now.”
Cash brushes his hand through my hair and leans into my lips. “I’m thinking more clearly than I have in a long ass time.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re my little princess. Mine. And where I go, you go.”
Why do I love the sound of that? What’s wrong with me that I like the sound of that?
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Then I’ll take you shopping,” he says kissing my forehead. “The general store just started selling a lot of interesting clothing and fabric. I bet we could find you something in there.”
“And the flooding? You were going to move gravel around or something. You’ve always been a responsibility first guy.”
“And look where that’s got me.” He squeezes my hand as he pulls his jeans back into place. “Today, I’m taking you shopping. Let’s go.”
He lifts me down off his workbench and kisses the top of my head. The needy beam is finally quiet as the rain eases, but I have a feeling the storm isn’t over just yet.
Chapter Eight
