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My eyes snap closed as colors fire off behind my lids. Bright reds and yellows, different shades of green and blue, all of them exploding like fireworks in a pitch black sky.
His cock is so thick, so hard, and hitting me so fucking deep I can't even see straight. Small whimpers force their way through my lips as he thrusts his hips over and over into my pussy. My arousal drips down his shaft, slicking his base and smearing against his stomach.
Every muscle in my body starts to quiver, shaking so violently Hardin lifts his face so he can watch me as I come. The orgasm bubbles up from deep inside, stealing every ounce of my being.
My toes curl as tingles sweep across my body. Driving my face into the crook of his neck, I dig my nails into his back. Hardin yanks his cock free, resting it against my stomach and coming all over me.
Thick strands of pearly white cum flow out, pooling around his swollen head and knuckles. Hardin groans, his breathing heavy as sweat trickles down his temples.
“Well, we didn't last long at all.” He chuckles.
“I'm surprised I didn't come the second you slid inside me.”
“You and me both.” He slowly lowers me to my feet, holding on until I have my balance. I grab a towel from the rack and hand it to him. “Thanks,” he says, wiping the cum off his hands.
I clean myself off with a clean corner of the towel, and smile. “No problem. I can't send you back there dirtier than when we came in.” Picking up my shorts, I pull them on. “Just so we're clear, I want you to know I don't normally do this kind of stuff.”
“What? Have sex with a stranger pouring cement in your yard?” Hardin chuckles, flashing high brows.
I smirk back. “You know what I mean.”
“I'm just kidding. Don't worry, I know you don't, you don't strike me as that type of person.”
Thinning my lips, I nod my head. “Good, because this was a one-time thing. We can't hook up again.” My eyes open wide, making sure he knows I'm serious.
This happened, but I can't and won't let it happen again. I'm making sure he knows I'm serious.
“Of course,” he says, but the smile on his face says he doesn't believe I mean that for a second. “If you can keep your hands off me.”
“I'm serious.”
“I believe you.” Hardin winks as he adjusts his pants and fixes his belt. “Well, I should probably get back to work before someone notices I'm missing.” He walks to the door, giving me a smile over his shoulder before pushing it open.
The sun gleams off his skin as he stands still for a second, inhaling a deep breath of air. His muscles are still tense, and that after-sex glow radiates off him. I watch him from the pool house for a minute as he goes back to work with a smile on his face.
And I'm left wondering how the hell I'm ever going to follow through on my own words, because I can already tell this man is not going to make that easy.
It won't be easy with that smile he has. It won't be easy with the devilish look in his eyes that makes my heart skip, or the memory of his hands on my body.
Be strong, Millie. He's just a guy.
This shouldn't be hard for me to do. So why does it feel like I'm already fighting myself?
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Hardin
Can't hook up again she says. . . We'll see about that.
Millie thinks she has the final say. She thinks she's calling the shots. But, every guy loves a good challenge, and I'm certainly not going to let this one pass me by.
The second she said those words, that was it, I accepted without another thought. All I could think about as I laid in bed last night was how to I was going to break her. How can I get her to the point where she'll be begging me to drag her somewhere and fuck her?
She'll crack, I know it.
I'm going to do it; she just doesn't realize it yet. She won't see it coming. It'll strike from out of nowhere, taking her by surprise, and I'll be buried balls-deep before she realizes she broke her word.
Carrying a bag of cement into the backyard, I drop it in the grass beside the path I dug out the day before. Glancing around, I'm all alone. She isn't outside, but I caught her looking at me from window when I first pulled up.
She's trying to stay away because she knows she can't resist me, but it won't last.
I make a few more trips to the truck to get the rest of the concrete, dropping the bags on top of each other. I grab a bucket and a shovel from the back of the cab, setting them down on the ground with everything else. Glancing around, I search for the hose. I don’t see one, so I start rooting through the bushes up by the back door on the house.
