AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I knew all that going in, but that day in the woods, he gave me the eye-opening of my life with exactly how much he could manage to do at once with my body.
There were teeth biting into my shoulder, his dick pushing to get into my spit-lubed hole, my arm being held behind me, sending pain through my elbow and shoulder and my legs were being kicked apart to help his entrance inside me.
Then his hands changed as he helped his dick push into me, the other hand gripping my hair. I was spinning from all the things happening to me, unable to concentrate on any one thing for more than a second before it would change. The one constant from that moment, however, was his dick barreling into me, opening me up, right in the middle of those woods.
I was fucked on that forest floor like he was trying to split me like a log. I felt split, part of me wanting to scream, part of me to laugh and part to cry from the bliss I felt. His hands, mouth, teeth and cock were dominating me totally, and I felt his power. His power, though, didn’t come from his brutal strength, but his care. Even as he ravaged me, he checked my face often for signs of distress. He ended most bites with a tender kiss on the bitemark.
In the struggle to fuck me savagely was love that came through more brightly than any of the pain.
For as much as I moved on the pine needles and soil, even the pinecones, stones and rougher sand, the more my knees, hip bones, and stomach rubbed, causing rug burn. I thought crazily that it would be called pine needle burn, then that thought was gone as Rick gripped my hair to press my face in the stuff.
Every part of me was alive with pain and sexual heat at once. Rick could always do that to me, as he never grew into a rut. He kept me on edge, making me wait or guess. I loved that about him and knew that would make our life together exciting.
He fucked me hard, holding my hips down and my dick, hard, pressing into those same painful needles. I was flying, and when the music started, it wasn’t a sweet melody with clouds to cushion each note. This one was a heavy metal concert, and I was in a mosh pit, getting slammed into by big, burly men.
Actually, just one burly man that wasn’t exactly burly, but he felt, in those woods, like he was as big as a grizzly and twice as ferocious.
When he came inside me, he held me down harder, my mouth open so the soil coated my lips. I tasted the soil, the heaviness of it, and when he fell off me, I moved enough to spit it out while I laughed.
“Damn, baby, that was fucking incredible, and no, you’re not coming.”
I fell over onto my back, getting more needles there. “I wasn’t going to ask. It’s up to you, Sir.”
“You always ask,” he argued.
“Do I? Well, then…”
“No,” he said and got to his feet, pulled up his sweat, and then helped me up. “Not until Cowpokes next weekend. Then, maybe in front of the crowd again.”
“Anything, Sir,” I said and held him, letting him kiss my temple tenderly.
“Are you okay? Can you make it back home?”
“To the guest house. If anyone saw me right now, I would have explaining to do.”
He moved back and started looking over my face. “God, I’m an asshole.”
“No! No, Rick, don’t. I loved it. Don’t ever stop doing things like that.”
He pulled me tight and kissed me. “I just don’t ever want to unintentionally hurt you.”
“You hurt me in a good way, Rick. And…I’m happy. I’m so happy.”
“Me too. Let’s go get you cleaned up and taken care of. Are you okay to walk?”
“I’m…I’m perfect.”
Two days later, Joel, Theo, Brett, and Eli gathered at the guesthouse to have an afternoon off work and off from our men.
We tried to do it at least once a month, but winter had been hard to meet more than twice, and that spring was busy for all the ranchers. At least we had a place to meet, though, once Rick suggested the guesthouse. No one walked in on us, and we were free to talk about whatever came to mind.
Rarely did other things come to mind than our sex lives.
Theo noticed the scratches still on my face from the rough sex and commented immediately. “What did he do to you?”
We had wine and Eli had brought some fudge Noah taught him to make, but all that was forgotten as they turned to look at me. Eli was the first to say, “Rugburn.”
“Guess again,” I said.
