“I like it when it hurts. Go hard.”
Jesus.
I’m barely inside before I’m on the verge of release.
Fuck, she’s tight. Tight and slick. I thump in and out against the cheeks of her round ass. One hand fisted into her hair, the other planted firmly on her hip as I chase ecstasy.
“Oh God!” She grips the sides of the barrel tighter, her knuckles turning white. “Go deeper!”
I should encourage slowing down. Rationally, I know this. Instead, her request sends me over the edge. My jaw locks, my teeth clench, and I let out a growl so loud and feral I’m sure they hear me behind the bar. “You’re a good little slut, aren’t you? You like it when I bend you over like this. You like knowing we could get caught, don’t you?”
She moans and leans back, taking an extra bit of my cock for herself.
Fuck.
My balls squeeze and I smack her beautiful, bubbled ass as I push myself in and out of her tiny, little hole.
Her arms shake and her moans get louder, until all at once, she’s screaming out for relief as her little, virgin ass spasms around my cock.
It’s the last straw. The final piece.
I wrap her tight against my chest, my cock pumping into her ass as I growl and groan like a wild fucking beast. As if my body can’t take another second, my stomach tightens, my cock goes impossibly rigid, and my balls let loose with whatever they have left.
“Oh my God!” Violet goes limp in my arms as I lean into the side of her neck and groan, kissing my way up to the lobe of her ear.
“Are you in pain?”
“I loved it,” she sighs. “No idea how I’m going back out to that par—”
“Fuck!” Andrew’s voice interrupts from the doorway where he stands slack jawed, staring like a fucking idiot. “I knewit! I knew you two were fucking! Your dad is going to lose his shit!”
Instinct fires before logic can catch up, and I chuck the bottle of canola oil at the door. Thankfully, the bottle’s closed because I think I would’ve been the only one regretting that later.
He dodges the impromptu lube and heads down the hall, yelling into the crowd.
Fuck! I should’ve been smarter!
I pull slowly from her tight, little hole and kiss the base of her neck. “I’ve got to go wash up and take care of this. Please stay here.”
“No.” She turns back and tugs her dress into place. “This is getting out of hand. We need to tell my dad what’s going on.”
Static buzzes under my skin, and my chest feels tight. I want to stay here with her all night, lock the door and never leave, but I have to murder a man first. He’s walked into a private moment, he’s seen my girl compromised, and he’s acting like a righteous prick, but we both know he’s going back to his mom’s house tonight to jerk off to everything he just saw.
I kiss her forehead and run down the hall, stopping at the sink quickly before making my way into the distillery where I see Andrew already talking to my buddy, eyes lit, mouth moving a mile a minute.
This little fucker thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants! He can text Violet whenever. He can move with someone who hasn’t even been asked. He can open closed fucking doors like he owns the place.
Someone needs to teach this boy a lesson he won’t forget.
I grip Andrew by the collar and drag him out into the pouring rain, streetlamps flickering as he whines for relief.
“What the hell is going on?” Violet’s father follows me out, jogging behind as though he’s going to get me to stop. “Cash!” he hollers, pulling me back. “What the hell is going on?”
“He’s fucking your daughter!” Andrew shouts as Violet steps out onto the street. “I just saw them in the supply room!”
My buddy’s face drops as he rakes his hand back through his hair, rain pattering against us like it’s listening in. “Is this true?”
I glance back toward Violet, looking for permission to speak the truth. I’m not sure there’s any chance of hiding it anymore, but I need her to feel safe. I want her to know I’ll always consider her first.
