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“So get your ass out of that truck, and let me take you home.”
I do not have to be told twice. Sliding out of the seat, I let our bodies brush against each other on my way down. His eyes darken when I bite my lip.
“Let’s go, then, cowboy.”
The walk over to my little house is a quick one. We both practically run across the fields to get to it, and I’m shocked I don’t break an ankle on the way with the way he’s tugging on me. A man on a mission, it seems. Not that I mind. I can’t remember the last time a man was this excited to get me undressed.
“I left it unlocked,” I tell him as we walk up the steps of the front porch.
He throws open the screen door and then pushes the front door so hard I’m afraid he’s going to take it off its hinges. It bounces off the wall behind it, and I help it close before he breaks it. When I turn back around, he’s staring at the wine stain on the rug with a big smile on his face.
“I’ll get a new one in here,” he says, looking up at me as he toes off his boots.
“I don’t care about the damn rug, Rhett.”
“No?” He stalks toward me, slow and measured steps. I kick off my own shoes, shifting me down a few inches so I have to really crane my neck to look up at him.
“No.” I sink to my knees and unbutton his jeans, never taking my eyes off his. They heat as he watches me tug his jeans down over his hips and thighs. Breaking eye contact, I take in the thick outline of him behind the tight black boxers he has on. There’s a wet spot at the band where precum has leaked from his tip.
I did that.
“Take it out.”
My eyes dart up at his commanding voice, but I quickly tuck my fingers under the band of his boxers and pull them down, letting his cock free of the restraint. It bobs forward and stands straight out toward me, begging for my mouth. He steps back to kick the clothing off, and I watch as he tugs his shirt from his torso. He does that superhot thing where they grab it from the back and pull it over their head.
Swoon. This man knows what he’s doing. And when his body is finally fully naked for me, I grow even wetter between my thighs. He’s built from fucking stone with hair dusted across his chest and stomach. His hips are cut into sharp angles that point directly where my pussy wants me to be. And that cock. My god, that cock.
I’m a little worried it’s going to split me in half. It’s like the four-wheeler experience all over again. Except this time, I have full confidence this man is going to get me to the finish line…multiple times.
And then that same growly voice commands me again.
“Show me what that pretty mouth looks like wrapped around my cock, baby.”
I takethe head into my mouth, tasting the salty fluid that has gathered there. Rhett’s eyes roll to the back of his head as I begin to work him over, using both of my hands to help me get going. As I take him deeper and deeper into my throat, I’m thankful I’m one of the lucky ones who were born with barely any gag reflex. It’s definitely coming in handy here.
His hands sink into my hair and grab as much as they can, pulling tightly enough that my eyes begin to water. My hands are everywhere all at once, on his cock and palming his balls, then down the strong muscles of his thighs, only to move around to his ass where I can pull him deeper into me.
His moans urge me on. I swear they turn me into a woman possessed. I’m desperate to hear more, so I touch and suck and lick everything that might elicit more. I stroke him from root to tip as I lick and suck one of his balls into my mouth. This makes him roll up onto the balls of his feet, and I’m pretty proud of myself for making a man’s toes literally curl.
“Yes, baby,” he praises. “My little slut knows just how to suck my cock, doesn’t she?”
God, the mouth on this man. I glance up at him and nod like the good fucking girl I am and then take the other one into my mouth. I roll it slowly with my tongue and suck until it pops out and makes him hiss through his teeth.
I wonder how long it’s been for him. He’s a grumpy asshole who has two kids; I can’t imagine him getting the time to sleep around a whole lot. Even the thought of him being with someone else has jealousy burning a hole through my stomach lining.
“That’s it, Poppy,” he growls as he begins to really fuck my face. He must be close because his hips are moving erratically, like he can’t hold back any longer. When I look up at him and relax my throat, I’m rewarded with the sexiest growl I think I’ve ever heard.
Christ, this man.
I try to breathe through my nose, moaning when I can to make it vibrate against him. He grits his teeth and flexes his ass against my hands. He’s so close, and I’m desperate for it. I need to taste him.
“I’m going to come in that tight little throat, Poppy. Be a good girl and swallow it for me, yeah? Swallow every drop I give you.”
I can’t say anything, so I just give over to him, staring up at him as he ruthlessly fucks my face. I’m not sure what it says about me, but I am soaked. Nothing has ever turned me on the way Rhett losing control does. I’m even grinding my hips when I can to get some kind of relief against my jeans.
He raises up on his toes again, and I feel him swell and release. I swallow over and over again, determined not to miss a drop. My throat constricts around his sensitive head, dragging more groans from his chest. His mouth falls open, and his eyes squeeze shut as he finishes.
“Fuck,” he grunts, pulling me off him.
