Page 11 of Dancing Struggles


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But he pulls me off, breathing hard.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Leland, I want—”

“We want the same thing, sweet Sadie. But waiting is good because I’m going to make you scream so fucking loud, they’ll call nine-one-one.”

He flips me, hand still in my hair and pushes me down so I land half off the couch, half on the floor, ass up, hands and face down and that’s when he fucks me. Hard, so hard it hurts, the good kind of hurt like he’s hitting something he should in me, and that good hurt turns to pure pleasure. I’m not even coming, and I’m shaking, I’m overwhelmed. I can’t breathe or think. There’s only the pounding of his cock into me. Filling me, pulling out. Filling me, and then he slams home, and I come and scream. I think I black out for a moment because the pleasure is that intense.

“I’m not done.”

This time he pulls me up and rolls me under him, moving my thighs up, my feet on his shoulders. I’m still throbbing, those orgasmic contractions spasming, and he slams home again, even deeper. He pushes me up over the edge, and I come again.

“When you fucking come you milk my cock, Sadie. You’re so fucking hot. I could fuck you forever.”

And he keeps going, the strokes into me stop being measured as he sets off another orgasm that threatens to shake me apart. When he comes deep in me, he reaches down to stroke my clit, and that orgasm flies higher than the others. When he’s done, neither of us can move.

The next morning, I wake alone. There’s twenty bucks and a note on the bedside table.

I stare at the money, dumbfounded.

All the sweetness in me, those endorphins borne of incredible sexual pleasure, dies.

The kisses and conversation, the unbelievably intimate things we did to each other in every position I can think of, not even one hint of kink, although I’m betting he has it in him. The memories of fucking in the shower after cleaning each other, of fucking on the floor, the sofa, the bed, against the wall, me spread out on the coffee table so he could eat his fill. Going down on him numerous times. All that, all those delicious memories, sullied by the money.

Twenty? He thinks I’m worth twenty measly bucks?

I reach for the note, but I can see the ‘thanks for a good time’ on it, so I leave it, my stomach churning.

Instead, I get dressed and hurry out, the scurry of shame from my place of work.

Fuck Leland.

Fuck him hard.

If I ever see him again, it’ll be too soon.

Chapter Four

Leland

Present Day . . .

“Are you even listening?”

I glance at one of my closest friends, Lawson Burns, and smile. “Of course.”

Okay, I haven’t been listening, but when our esteemed sheriff here went and fell in love with Dakota Downs, shit came raining down in the form of her asshole ex and even worse, family who wanted not only her land, but to sell it to the fucking Alpine Energy company.

This was something none of us local folk wanted to see happen. Alpine Energy would hurt this town and the beauty surrounding it. Luckily for us, Dakota is nothing like the greedy mongrels who raised her and took after the Downs’s blood running through her veins.

Everything came to a head when Dakota’s family decided to create a confrontation with Dakota and attempted to causetrouble. Along with this whole ordeal, we all gained yet another new arrival in town.

That’s who’s on my mind, and I really have no idea why.

Okay, she’s hot as fuck in that quietly confident way some women have. She’s someone I can see at home dressed to the nines or working the land. Or, you know, naked in my bed. All the things I love in a woman and want my hands on.

Any of those and more.

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