Elise turns, looking up at me and taking my hand. “Thank you. I know this is a crazy way to meet someone, but . . . I really am glad I followed you that day.”
“So that was you,” I confirm, chuckling. “Took me a while. Those sunglasses and wig are a hell of a disguise. So, how’s the story coming?”
Elise sighs, leaning back and I can hear the worry in her voice. “Good and bad. Part three is done, but Donnie insists on dirt for part four. I don’t think posing some archery shots is going to be enough.” She spits out in disgust. “Hell, I wouldn’t put it past Donnie to make up some random shit and publish it, and that’s exactly what you don’t want to happen, so we’ve got to come up with something. Got any ideas on a scandal I can give you that is juicy but won’t be too embarrassing?”
I look up to the blue sky, trying to think and hoping to find an answer in the clouds. Partying on tour? Too hard to keep up appearances this summer. Drinking and drugs? I don’t need that sort of attention. ”Hey, what if I had a girlfriend? I just keep her locked up in my love dungeon and never let her out.” I wrap Elise up tight in my arms, growling into the soft skin of her neck.
Elise giggles, wiggling away from the tickles of my nibbles. “I don’t think that’s the kind of thing you want getting out. Women would be lined up around the block for the Yes, Mr. Perkins experience.”
“Well shit, I don’t know, but we have all weekend to figure something out. For now, I have an idea.” I hold her tight again, nuzzling in her hair and taking in her sweet girl-sweat and sunshine scent.
But she twists in my arms, surprising me with a smack of a kiss before scurrying towards the pool. I know the first few feet are shallow and mostly sandy bank, and likely freezing, so when she drops down and dips her hands in with a glint in her eyes, I can fully read her intentions.
“You’d better not, Elise. That water’s fucking ice cold. You wouldn’t dare.” I warn her.
“Hell yes, I dare.” and with a whoop of delight, she throws handfuls of water to splash at me.
I hop up, charging at her like she waved a red flag in front of a bull, and she retreats into the knee-deep water, where I follow her, splashing her with my stomping steps. “You’ve done it now…” And I grab her, splashing her with the frigid water as we both laugh and shiver.
“Holy shitballs!” Elise yells. “It’s fucking cold!” But even as she complains about the water, she’s reaching down, tossing more my way.
I laugh, and for the next few minutes, it’s a water war of freezing proportions, both of us getting soaked but not caring in the least. Our calves and toes quickly numb, but the warm sun on our bodies helps. When we’re both breathless, dripping, and smiling, I help her back on the bank, laughing as I stroke her wet hair. “Truce, I won’t splash you anymore.”
“How about you let me drive back as a peace offering?” she asks. “Do that, and maybe I’ll let you join me for the warm-up shower.”
“Deal,” I reply, kissing her softly. This kiss feels different, like we’re not getting ready to fuck but just . . . foreplay. Her lips are tender and soft, and when her tongue touches my lip, I caress her tenderly, holding her close before pulling back. “Thank you for letting me share this with you.”
Elise takes it nice and slow, controlling the ATV on the ride back down, listening as I give her clues and point out where to turn. By the time we get back, the sun is getting low, which is great because we’ll have plenty of hot water for our showers.
Elise brakes and turns off the ATV, pulling off her helmet as she looks out at the golden valley below the cabin. “I keep getting my breath taken away. It’s beautiful,” she whispers.
“Not as beautiful as you,” I murmur, hugging her from behind. We watch the sun disappear behind the mountain, then push the ATV into the shed. I turn back to Elise in the fading light. “It’ll get chilly up here quickly now. I’ll grab some firewood, get that started for some heat while you wash up.”
“And what if I don’t want to wash up?” she asks, sassy again. In response, I come over and pull her close, growling lightly.
“I might just have to spank you,” I threaten. “Hard.”
Elise hums, pressing her breasts against my chest and squeezing me close. “I don’t know if you understand what punishment means . . . because that sounds exactly like what I wanted anyway.”
I hum, reaching down and cupping her ass, squeezing it as I whisper in her ear. "So you like it when I spank you? Hold you down and make your ass pink up so pretty for me?"
She bites back a moan, but I hear it even as she nods, grinding her hips forward to brush against my cock. Turning her around, I wrap a fistful of her hair around my hand, splaying my other on her belly as I lean down, nipping and sucking on her neck. Elise cups my head, holding me still. "Harder. Please . . . God, you make dirty feel so fucking good."
I nip her again, licking her skin and making her jump, pressing her ass against my now raging cock. "You want me to mark this pretty neck, leave bruises to show how well you've been fucked?"
She nods, and I have to give my lady what she wants, sucking harder and licking lines to find the next treasure spot to mark with my kiss. As I do, I grind my cock against her ass harder, finding a rhythm as I ride her through our clothes. Needing more . . . more skin, more contact, more of Elise surrounding me, I use my hold on her to walk toward the cabin, leading her inside.
“Sit,” I order as soon as we’re inside. “I wasn’t joking about how cold it’ll get. Once I'm in your pussy, I'm not going anywhere."
She sits, breathless and blushing, and I love that she looks like she's ready for me to take her, claim her any way I want. I quickly start a fire before turning to face her.
"Forget the shower. Show me your tits, Elise."
I expect her to pull her tank off, but instead, she stretches the neckline low, letting her tits pop up, the tank pushing them up like they’re being cradled on a serving platter for me to feast on. I pull my shirt off in response, showing her that while I might be in charge, we’re still equals. “Now touch your nipples, pinch them for me."
She looks at me from under her lashes, mouth already parted as she pants, wanting more. She reaches up and pinches her right nipple, rolling it between her finger and thumb and whimpering in desire.
I reach down, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my hips a bit, my already hard cock tenting my boxer briefs. I slip my hand down, cupping myself through the thin fabric to show her the outline of my thickness. “Is this what you want?”
Elise whimpers again, the firelight starting to dance in her eyes as she nods. “Yes.”
“Then say it. I want to hear it from those sweet lips of yours.”
Elise’s knees spread on their own, and I can see the contours of her pussy lips against the wet fabric, her eyes dark with desire. “Please . . . I need to see your cock.”
“And what do you want to do with it?” I tease, toeing my boots off. “Do you want to suck it into that sassy mouth of yours?”
She nods, licking her lips. “I want to suck it, to choke on it . . . I want to feel it in my pussy . . . I want to feel you in my ass. I want you . . . everywhere.”
“Do you, now?” I ask, letting my jeans drop the rest of the way to the ground before stepping out of them. “Has anyone ever fucked your ass, Elise?” She shakes her head, but her eyes never leave my cock, her desire for me to claim her in every way written across her face. “And do you think your tight little virgin ass is ready for my thick, pulsing cock?”
Elise pinches her other nipple, gasping and replying breathlessly, “No . . . but I want it anyway.”
“I promise you . . . when you’re ready, I’m going to fill your ass and make you scream my name,” I rasp, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts. “But first, you need to get down to your panties. Fair’s fair.”
Elise scrambles to comply, nearly ripping her boots off to yank her tights down her long, sexy legs. My cock throbs watching her breasts bou
nce as she tumbles off the couch, kneeling in front of me before sitting back on her heels, looking up. “I can be very good,” she winks.
“I know,” I reply, teasing my underwear down some before stopping. “You do it. Suck my cock, baby.”
Elise’s eager hands pull my underpants down, my cock springing out to almost slap her in the tip of the nose. She’s so hungry for me. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I take control. “Open.”
As soon as her lips part, I feed my cock to her, deeper and deeper into her warm mouth. Elise moans, looking up at me as I start pumping my cock in and out of her lips, grinning. “I can see it in your eyes, Elise. Don’t try and fool me . . . you want to show me you’re the real boss here, don’t you? That you can make me lose control and come down your throat.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Elise vibrates around my shaft, reaching up and fondling my balls.
I growl, shoving my cock down her throat. Elise swallows, taking it all but gagging as I hold my cock buried in her throat. “Is this what you want? Want me to fuck your pretty lips, let your throat work me every time you swallow?”
She nods slightly, her movement inhibited by my hold on her hair. I pull back, pausing to let her breathe for a moment, but she’s already going back for more, so I fuck her mouth harder, pumping in and out as she tries her best to take me balls-deep with every stroke.
Still, I hold back, not hurting her but watching as she moans around me, her hands slipping down between her legs to start rubbing her panty-covered pussy.
“That’s it, baby . . . rub that sweet pussy for me and get it nice and wet, because I’m gonna fuck you all weekend long.” She cries out around my cock, and I see her hand move even faster, matching my punishing pace as I fuck her mouth. I’m already so damn close. “Elise . . .”
She looks up at me, and I hold her in place, tracing her pink lips with my head. “Do you want my cum inside you?”
Her tongue darts out to lick up the drop of precum already beading, her eyes answering my question. “Fuck, I want that too.” Pulling my cock away, I tug her to her feet, half dragging her to the couch before I bend her over the arm, letting go of her hair.
“Grab that cushion, and if you let go, I’m not going to spank your ass, and I know how much you want me to spank you, baby,” I tell her, getting behind her perfect, peach-shaped upturned ass. “God, you look fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
Before Elise can reply, I smack her right ass cheek, watching it pink up as I kneel behind her. She gasps, her legs spreading, and I get a great view of her panty-covered pussy. Reaching up with both hands, I pull them down and toss them across the room, already forgotten as I bury my stiff tongue in her pussy.
“Fuck!” Elise screams as I lick her wet folds, sucking and slurping hungrily. She’s sweet and delicious, just what I need to quench the thirst inside me. “Keith, oh, fuck . . .”
I find the glistening jewel of her clit and lap at it with rapid little licks that leave her wiggling her hips as she chases me, desperate for release. Growling, I reach up and smack her ass, harder this time. “Don’t move or I stop.”
Elise freezes. I don’t think she even breathes as I tease her opening with first one finger, then two. I slowly slide the length of my fingers in and out, feeling her pussy squeeze around them as I go as deep as I can. “Hands. Elise, hold yourself open for me. Fuck, I need to see you taking my fingers in your tight little pussy.”
She does as I ask, pressing her cheek to the cushion and grabbing her ass to spread herself wide for my feasting. “Fuck, so pretty and wet for me . . . taking my fingers like you’re gonna take my cock.”
Slowly but powerfully, I finger fuck her pussy, letting the tip of my tongue skate across her clit, her lips, and up to her asshole. She whimpers, and I bite the fullness of her cheek before soothing it with my tongue. “It’s mine, Elise. And I’m going to lick and suck and fuck you anyway I want.”
I can’t see her face pressed down to the cushion, but I see her body relax as she presses herself to my tongue, ready for whatever I give her.
I curl my fingers inside her, pressing along the front wall and sucking hard on her clit. I feel vibrations start to course through her body, and its only seconds before she comes. “Keith!” she squeals, trying to stay still for me but overwhelmed. “Oh, fuck!”
She’s still convulsing around my fingers when I stand up, my cock pulsing with my racing heartbeat. Precum is oozing out, and I can’t wait to slam inside her, but I stroke myself a few times, coating my cock with the juices from my fingers as I memorize the sight before me. She’s so fucking gorgeous, waiting for me to fill her up. I can feel her soft lips pulsing, trying to suck me inside. “This is what you need, isn’t it? Take it, take my hard fucking cock balls-deep.”
I bury myself all the way in, our hips slapping together, and I grind inside her, feeling her pussy clench and relax as she adjusts to the fullness. “Fuck, Keith . . . I feel so full.”
I reach back and smack her ass again, seeing the pink handprint I leave behind. “Mmm . . . your ass looks so good when it’s red like this.”
Elise moans, her pussy squeezing even tighter around my cock in response to the smack. I pull back, slamming into her again and making her back arch up. Reaching around, I cup her breasts with one hand while grabbing her neck with the other. She freezes, looking back over her shoulder but not resisting as my fingers close around her throat.
“Trust me,” I whisper as I start pumping in and out of her. Elise shudders, her eyes never leaving mine as I stroke my cock faster and faster, our hips smacking together. Elise’s eyes sparkle, and I can feel her pulse all around me . . . in her pussy, under my thumb along her neck, and under my palm at her breast. With every beat, it urges me to go harder and give her more.
“Your pussy is fucking choking my cock,” I grit through clenched teeth. “This tight little pussy that’s mine now, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Elise cries out. “It’s yours. I’m yours. Give it to me, fuck me and give me everything you’ve got,” she says as her pussy gets impossibly tighter with every filthy word.
She reaches up to grab my wrist. For a moment, I think she’s going to try and pull away, but she instead pulls me tighter, urging me on.
I speed up, feeling her body start to quiver again, and I look in her eyes. “I can feel you’re close, Elise. Tell me.”
She shudders, her voice and body both begging “Please, Keith . . . I need to come. Can I?”
I growl. “Come for me, baby. All over my fat cock. Cover me with your sweet cream.”
My words are all Elise needs, and her fingernails tighten on my wrist, breaking the skin as she marks me too. Her eyes flutter as she pushes back, her pussy spasming around me as she starts to come again. I can’t hold out, and I barely pull out in time to spurt all over her beautiful ass, covering her in thick streams that gleam in the firelight. I collapse, rolling us to the floor with Elise in my arms.
We lie on the floor, the soft light from the stove illuminating the cabin, until a strange sound breaks the silence. “What was that?”
Elise giggles, blushing a bit. “Uhm . . . my tummy. I’m hungry.”
I laugh and sit up, helping her to sit with me. “Well then, I have plenty to feed you with. To start, how about some Dinty Moore beef stew?”
“Dinty Moore?” Elise asks, smirking. “And here I was thinking I was going to get three-star quality meals.”
“Hey, it reminds me of the better times with my dad,” I explain, helping her up. “And besides, it’s quick and filling because you’re gonna need your energy later. I’m just getting started.”
Chapter 17
Elise
We spend nearly all of the next thirty-six hours entangled in each other over and over, and it feels like my every sex fantasy come to life, but somehow, there’s more than just sex between us now. In the mid-morning hours, after another round of him taking me, claiming me, pounding me into the mattress until I screamed out my release and h
e growled in my ear, we’re still and relaxed. Finally exhausted, but I can’t control the warmth that spreads through my body.
Lying on his chest, scratching and petting at the tattoos that traverse his skin, it feels comfortable. Especially as he twines a section of my hair around his finger and then releases the curl. We’re naked, but maybe more so emotionally than physically.
There’s been a change forged between us. There’s still a bossy gruffness to Keith that is all him, but the defensive asshole seems to be mostly gone now that there’s no big secret to tell.
Sometimes when he looks at me, I can still tell that there’s a hint of doubt in his eyes, a constant demand for me to keep my mouth shut. But that’s understandable when he’s had this looming secret for so long and hasn’t shared it with anyone new in years. I’m a risk, and we both know it.
Good thing I don’t intend on tattling his story to the public, not at all. In fact, I feel special that he chose to share it with me. Granted, it was initially by force with Carsen barging in like that, but Keith could’ve shut down completely. He could’ve stopped the interviews, sent me away, and called in lawyers to force me to keep my mouth shut. But he didn’t. And I think it’s because he wants this . . . whatever this is between us, just as much as I do.
So I’ve spent the weekend reassuring him with my words, with my body, with everything I have that he can totally trust me and that I’m feeling this thing inside that would never let me hurt him. I wasn’t looking for it, and I certainly didn’t think I was gonna feel this way about the jerk who slammed a door in my face. But now that I know why, I understand. And that protective streak is damn sexy.
A man who will go to the lengths he has so his daughter can grow up safe and happy? Every girl should be so lucky. And lying here in Keith’s arms, I feel like I’m a lucky girl too. Safe, peaceful, cherished . . . and I want to return those feelings to Keith, be his strength when he needs it, and most importantly, protect him and Carsen at all costs.
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