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“What do you mean?” she asks, her eyes darting between my face and her spread, glistening pussy.
“Your arousal is mine, every fucking last drop. Your moans, each lick of your honey is mine.”
She swallows and nods her head, watching me through hooded eyes. Pressing her back against the wall, I take her red nipple between my teeth and suck, watching her eyes close as she gives into me. I bite until she moans, then letting her go, I kiss her breast before twisting the tender bud between my thumb and forefinger. I’m not a breast guy, but her small ones are fucking perfect. She sobs my name while I watch her pussy convulsing, begging to be filled. “That’s it, give it up for me.”
Her hands clutch at my short hair, pulling on the strands, and my dick twitches from the sting. I love it.
Licking her nipple, I hold her gaze as I march us back into the living room. The animals are still fast asleep. I smile watching her dog stretch and lay her head on Jack’s back, like she’s staking a claim as well. Wind howls around the house, and I curse because I let the fire die down. “What is it?” She frowns, her hot breath tickling my neck.
“I need to get the fire going,” I tell her. My dick jerks when I skim her wet slit. Holding her gaze, I drop her gently on the blankets. She watches me as I pick up a couple of logs, stacking them in the fireplace with newspapers.
“You’re really real, aren’t you? I’m not dreaming?” she asks, resting her weight on her elbows, spreading her legs a little so I get a glimpse of her glistening pussy, teasing me.
“What do you mean?” I challenge, striking a match and blowing on the flames.
“You live out here in the woods; you were in the military.” I grunt at her last remark, balancing my naked ass on my heels.
“What are you getting at?” I boom, looking over my shoulder.
She pinches her eyes closed a little, watching me intently, like she can see right through the armor I wear. “You’re a dying breed, you can make your own fire, I bet you make your own ammunition as well,” she says, dipping her chin in the direction of the gun safe, obscured behind an ordinary looking wall.
I chuckle, scraping a hand over my stubble. “As a matter of fact, I do.” I laugh. “I also cut down trees and hunt when I can. I was a sharpshooter once,” I say, running a hand through my hair, cursing myself for telling her this.
She leans up on one hand, her breasts skimming my arm. “De opresso liber,” she says as she trails a finger over my biceps, and the ink there. “You used to protect people, didn’t you?” she asks, her voice hopeful. What can I tell this girl? Yes, I used to protect many around the world. I also killed as much, tortured my enemies, and got the revenge I craved. And almost got my ass landed in prison for protecting the people I love.
She leans in and kisses my tattoo, and my stomach swirls. No one has ever looked at me like she does, looked past the scars on my face and body. She holds my gaze, pressing her cheek against my shoulder. I know she feels safe with me, or she wouldn’t ask me to teach her all I know. I shouldn’t blow it by fucking her, by showing her my true nature. Once I do, I hope she’ll stay a little longer, having met every dirty, forbidden part of me.
“Don’t hold anything back, I want all of you,” she whispers, falling back into the blankets, her hair fanning all around her beautiful face. She parts her thighs, and I have to stifle a groan that escapes, nonetheless. I love that she has a patch of dark hair there. She’s absolutely intoxicating; her taste and her scent bring me to my knees. I can’t believe she’s here in my cabin. Hell, I can’t believe she’s looking at me with heavy eyelids, chest heaving with anticipation.
I grab another log and put it on the fire to buy me some time while she watches me. My cock is growing hard again already. One look at the way she spreads her legs even wider has me holding my breath. My dick is ready to fuck and ready to play. This hasn’t happened to me in years. She makes me feel fifteen years younger.
“Please, Rafe, make love to me,” she says, her foot rubbing over my back tattoo.
Fuck it. I drop to my knees in front of her, staring at those red bee-stung lips. She wants love, I know she does, but I don’t know if I can give it to her.
“Are you okay?” she asks concerned, sitting up before she caresses my cheek. The moment her palm runs over my scars, my cock grows even harder, slapping against my eight-pack. She’s still touching my marked cheek, running her thumb over my bottom lip, not scared by the sight of my heavy erection. I bite on her thumb and suck, loving the way she moans my name.
“Don’t hold back, Rafe,” she tells me, leaning in and kissing the corner of my mouth. Those sweet, soft lips awaken my animal senses.
“I won’t,” I promise, my voice thick with emotion, before I devour her lips, pushing my tongue in deep. Pulling back, I whisper, “You’re mine now.”
Storm
Ican’t believe I’m kissing this beautiful man; shit, I can’t believe I gave him a blowjob. Feeling his heat in my mouth, and the hard press of his dick against my pussy as he lifted me in his arms like I weighed nothing has me groaning again. I know the scars on his body are nothing compared to the ones he must have on his heart, but watching him lose himself is sexy as hell. I know he’s much older, but the way he talks, the way he devours me with one look leaves me flushed and makes me forget about the age difference. All the guys I know are boys. This is a man. I smile against his lips, and he leans back on his heels, his gaze roving over my face.
“Are you okay?” he says, his deep voice making me tremble.
“More than okay.” I love how husky I sound. I can still taste his release on my tongue. The way he kissed made me feel wanted. It felt like he was claiming me. He is bigger than I thought he would be. My lips still feel bruised. Each second of having him at my mercy was worth it. He made me feel strong and desired.
“Damn it, kid.” He hugs me tight to his chest, kissing my hair and then my forehead. His erection is pressing against my stomach, leaving a wet trail of release on my skin. One hand is in my hair while the other runs down my spine, stopping above my ass crack. I climb on top, wanting to give him everything he wants to take from me. I know he likes it rough. I saw it when he held my head, how his pupils dilated when I choked on his cum. I loved it. Maybe I should confess I fantasize about a man owning my body, taking what he wants, pressing me down so I can’t escape when he fucks me senseless. Tying me up, slapping my ass over and over while he fucks me from behind. Would he think I’m some sort of freak, or can I show him all of myself without being judged? I hope I can, because after the snow melts, I know he’s going to ask me to leave.
What happens in his cabin is going to stay here.
“Rafe, I need to tell you something,” I say, feeling bold. Pressing my lips against the corner of his mouth while I climb on his leg, I rest my knees on the blanket while my pussy opens like a butterfly, grinding myself on the coarse hairs on his left thigh.
“You can tell me anything,” he says, his voice a little rough.
“When I’m lying awake at night, I don’t fantasize about vanilla sex,” I confess. His eyebrows lift a little, and my cheeks flame.
