I hadn’t even finished coming when I heard his rough voice with another command. “Brace yourself. I’m going to fuck you.”
Massive, powerful hands grabbed my hips, claiming me, positioning me exactly where he wanted. I felt his thick tip at my dripping entrance. Then, with a deep, primal groan, he plunged his giant, hard cock straight into my soaked, quivering pussy.
I cried out at the force of it. It pinched and hurt and I gasped. But then, stretched so full, pleasure flooded me, making me even more slick. I moaned. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Possessed, taken by Declan, nothing had ever felt so good.
He froze, still inside me. “Fuck! Kara!” I knew what he meant. “You were a virgin?”
“Yes.” I felt too amazing to feel embarrassed, too thrilled to worry about his reaction. If it felt that good from just him entering me, what would it feel like when he started to move, working all that solid steel in and out of me, pumping, driving? I shook in anticipation.
“Fuck. You didn’t tell me!”
I had to get him to move on. To move. Arching my ass into his grip, I pressed myself against him, sheathing him completely in my slick, hot folds. He was so huge, it barely felt like he could fit inside of me, but somehow he was, filling me, owning me.
“Declan,” I moaned, thrusting at him, letting him know how amazing it felt, to be stretched so wide, completely stuffed. He still didn’t move, as if his concern won out over his lust. I needed to do something about that. Using my own juices, I slid my pussy along his cock, pulling slightly away, then fitting myself down along every inch of his length with a deep, shuddering sigh. “You feel so good.”
“You’re so tight.” His voice sounded strangled and he dropped his mouth to my shoulder, sucking me there, then biting. “Kara,” he hissed, as he started to move, a bit at a time, a fraction out, a fraction in. Gentle, slow.
“Declan!” I screamed. I needed more. He was trying to go easy on me, handle me with care, but I didn’t want that. I wanted it all, full throttle, everything he had driving into me. I’d waited too long to feel satisfied with anything less. “Please,” I groaned, thrusting back, opening my legs wider, showing him how much I wanted all of him.
“You want this, Kara?” he asked, sliding out more, then sinking in deep.
“Yes!” I screamed, overwhelmed with the size of him. It burned, but the heat and pain licked me, arousing me in the most carnal way.
“I don’t think I can go slow.” He choked out his words, still holding back, still tense and coiled standing behind me. I needed him to let go, let out all of his strength and power, unleash all of it into me.
“Please!” I moaned, begging him, pleading.
His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled all the way out to his tip. Then he plunged all of the way in, full and hard. With a primal groan, he began to thrust, pounding his cock deep into me again and again.
“Declan!” I screamed, clutching the leather of the couch. I strained to keep standing up under his onslaught. I needed to stay standing. I needed this like I’d never needed anything in my life, him pounding into my slick, wet slit, every inch of him strong and relentless.
“Kara, I have to fuck you hard. I can’t hold back.” His hands held me exactly where he wanted me, angled just right for him to piston in and out, driving and fierce.
“Yes!” I could feel the shuddering, throbbing heat build inside me with each long, intense thrust. He groaned and pounded into me. Sweaty, his balls slapped against my pussy with each thrust.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, so wicked.
“Yes, oh, please fuck me.” He was huge, the fit so tight. Rock-hard he plundered my depths, throttling against me again and again.
“You like that? Deep in you?”
“Yes,” I screamed, my voice growing hoarse, sounding like a wild animal.
“Kara!” he groaned, guttural. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes!” I pleaded. The thought of feeling him climax brought me right up close to the edge. Rutting against him, I wanted his hot come deep inside of me. I’d never wanted anything more.
Like a firehose, he exploded into me, hard and long and strong. Violent spasms of ecstasy gripped me, surrounded me as I came explosively around his cock.
“Yes!” I cried, my pussy squeezing and pulsing around his length.
“Kara! Fuck!” he cried out, emptying his seed deep inside of me. I shuddered and twisted, taking all of him in, wanting every drop.
Panting, sweating, he rested his hands on either side of my body and brought his face down to my back, the rough stubble of his cheek against my skin. Quivering, shaking, I felt like liquid pleasure, suffused by his heat, his solid, hard masculinity. Him.
CHAPTER 3
Declan
Then
When you’re getting your cock sucked, it’s generally a pretty good experience. You tend to enjoy yourself, especially when the girl’s into it.
That night was no exception. A girl I’d hooked up with a few times had come down to my cabin. I didn’t usually have girls back at my place, but I’d been sitting around drunk and bored when she showed up. Layla I thought her name was, but it could have been Lara. I wasn’t too sure about her name, but I was sure about exactly why she’d come to find me. She’d driven there horny as hell, so there was really only one way things would go down.
And go down she did. She knelt between my legs, sucking me like a pro, slick and tight.
I had my eyes closed as I sat on the couch. And I thought of Kara Brooks, her plump, pink lips, how she’d moisten them sometimes with her tongue. How I’d catch her looking at me and her eyes would widen, her lips parting slightly in response. At 21 I’d already had a lot of women, but I knew I’d never had one like her. How would it feel if it were Kara kneeling between my legs, her hands on my thighs, her mouth wrapped around my hard shaft? What if it were her soft sounds coming from between my legs, her moans of pleasure as she sucked my full length?
“You’re so huge, Declan,” she moaned, licking me like the sweetest candy. It wasn’t Kara sucking me. But Kara was like a goddamned magnet for my thoughts. She was more and more of a distraction, consuming more and more of my attention. Because a couple of weeks ago everything had changed. Ever since that moment in my truck. All alone, just the two of us, I’d spanked her. And she’d moaned with need underneath my hand.
I’d been avoiding her ever since, turning out of the barn if she came near it, heading out most nights like I couldn’t even stand to see her bedroom light on in her window. But the more I denied it, the more it built up in me, the fire raging into an inferno. Every day I stayed away, I felt more and more like a ticking time bomb. Because now I knew she wanted me. And I sure as hell wanted her, too.
I didn’t admit it to myself, but Kara was why I’d stayed in that night, not interested in my usual haunts or playmates. I told myself I wanted to hang out and do nothing. Really, I’d hoped I might see Kara. It didn’t seem likely, but there was a chance she’d see the light on in my cabin and come down for a visit. She had to feel it too, this tension mounting and building between us. She hadn’t ever come down to my cabin before, but one day soon this flooding dam would have to burst. Tonight might be the night.
Layla swirled her tongue around me, down at the base and on up to my wide crown. She knew what she was doing. Kara wouldn’t, I knew that, and the thought of her inexperience, of teaching her, showing her how to do it for me, only made me swell thicker. What if it were soft, sweet Kara with her full, luscious lips wrapped around my shaft? To hear the sounds she’d make as she sucked me. To look down into her eyes as she kneeled before me, gazing up at me with dazed lust as her mouth took in my length.
Then I opened my eyes and saw her. At first I thought it was all part of my fantasy, as if somehow I extended it, blending it into reality. I was buzzed and about to come, after all. So when I first saw Kara standing at the door looking flushed and surprised, those sweet, soft lips I’d been d
reaming about parted slightly open. I figured I’d made it up.
But then Kara’s eyes widened big with shock. She looked straight at my long, hard cock getting sucked good, and I realized it was real. Kara was truly standing at the door of my cabin, just like I’d jerked off about so many times, too many in the last few weeks, coming down to my cabin all alone late at night. She had on a tiny little t-shirt and short shorts like she wore in my fantasies, not much to them, quick and easy to bunch up and ball on the floor.
And now it was happening. She’d come down to my cabin late at night. While Layla was sucking my dick.
The thing was, Kara wasn’t moving. And she could see it all, the whole nasty, hardcore scene. I sat buck naked on the couch, my thighs spread. Layla kneeled before me, moaning as her head worked up and down along on my giant, slick cock. And Kara was watching it all. Her gaze fixed on it, the way Layla worked, how I cupped my hand on the back of her head as she sucked.
Kara was turned on. I could see it in the flush on her cheeks, the tightening of the sweet buds of her nipples, the slight glaze in her eyes. She liked what she saw. It burned her up. Holy shit.
Eyes locked hot on Kara, I wrapped my hand around Layla’s head and pushed her down on my hard shaft.
“Suck it,” I ordered. Kara’s perfect pink lips parted in response, as if she were picturing doing it. I nearly came right then from the sight of it, my prick swelling even bigger, my balls tightening with come.
“Yes, baby,” I murmured, speaking directly to Kara. She hadn’t looked up into my eyes yet, she was too fixated on my cock. Exactly where I wanted her, there down between my legs, her mouth on me exactly like that. Layla moaned and I could feel the vibrations deep. But that wasn’t what brought me to the edge. It was Kara. A shudder ran through her body and I could feel her heat, her need, her arousal.
There was no way I could hold on any longer. My balls ached, filled and needing to explode. I groaned.
Kara looked up, straight into my eyes. I locked right onto her. It was her I spoke to, urgent and heavy, when I growled, “I’m going to come.”
I shot out like a gushing fountain. I heard Layla gagging, struggling to take in all of my hot load. It felt so intense, pumping out of me, knowing Kara was watching.
By the time I opened my eyes she was gone. Nothing but an empty doorway.
But I’d heard her. Before she’d left, right after I’d told her I was going to come, she’d moaned. It was a soft moan, creamy, thick and needy. If I only knew one thing, it was that I was going to make her moan like that again. Soon.
I kicked Layla out of there fast. She didn’t care, she’d gotten what she came for. I showered, threw on a pair of jeans and paced around the cabin for what had to be a couple of hours. I wanted to go after Kara, wanted to pound up the steps of the house, rip off those shorts of hers and plunge my fingers into her wet, needy pussy. I wanted to feel her dripping juices, touch her, taste her, stroke her slick little clit until she called out my name, begged me, and came all over me again and again.
But I didn’t. Harlan was up there, too, after all. He wouldn’t exactly be happy about me ravaging his baby girl. And Kara had to be freaking out. A girl like that, innocent and naive, I’d bet money that she’d never seen anything like that before. She’d better not have done anything like that before, I’d cut Bruce’s balls off. But my gut told me no, she’d never gone there, done that. In the moment, in my doorway, she’d gotten caught up in it. But now I bet she was up in her room having a fit. How could she have stayed and watched?! How could I have caught her?!
After this, she’d probably work even harder to avoid me. And she was right, she should. I was nothing but trouble. I was everything her father had ever warned her about and more. But after tonight, that trouble was coming for her.
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A couple of days later I was standing outside of the hardware store downtown, if you could call one street with about 50 yards of sidewalk and a couple of dusty old stores a downtown. I’d come there to buy an axe and then one of those guys as old as the hills who liked to talk was doing just that, telling me a story about something that had happened way back when. I wasn’t in a rush so I stood there. Yes, I was generally an asshole, but I liked to think I picked my moments.
Who should I see strolling down the sidewalk toward me but Kara with her corn-fed quarterback boyfriend? Bryce, Brian, whatever the hell you wanted to call him, he was an idiot. They walked together, the douchebag with a goddamned backpack slung over one shoulder. Like he was practicing to be in college. He was such a tool. I could see him now on the main quad, pledging a fraternity, popping his collar at some preppy kegger. If he even knew how to kiss a girl right I’d eat my shirt.
Kara chattered away like a hummingbird, fresh and rosy. She wore a flippy pink skirt that ended mid-thigh. Did she have any idea what those kind of skirts did to a man? Sometimes I thought she did, other times I guessed she was as naïve as a newborn foal. How many guys had tried to get a peek up that skirt today? It made me pissed off just thinking about it.
If she were mine, I’d get her alone and have her wear just that skirt, no panties. Or something even shorter with the hemline barely kissing the bottom edge of her luscious ass. I’d make her strut around for me. In heels. I shifted my stance, my cock starting to press against the zipper of my jeans. She wasn’t mine, I reminded myself. Not mine, not now, not ever.
Kara looked up and saw me. She looked away real quick, like I embarrassed her. I knew I should look away but the sadist in me kept on watching. The man next to me kept on jawing away.
As they walked past, football boy glanced at me. I narrowed my eyes. So I could see, he pulled Kara in close and gave her a kiss, marking her. Like she was his.
My hand gripped the axe I was holding so hard my knuckles went white. It probably wasn’t such a good idea to be holding an axe right then. I’d never been a violent man. I’d seen too much of it growing up to have it make me anything but sick. I got my rush out of pussy, not cracking skulls. But if anything were to push me over the edge, it would be that assclown with his arm wrapped tight around Kara.
I nodded my good-bye to the old-timer. He kept right on talking. Someone else would come along soon and listen. I climbed in my truck and couldn’t help but sit there for a second, watching them head over to his ride. Of course he drove a clean, shiny new sedan and not a dusty old truck. A goddamned Lexus. Such a pussy.
But even I had to admit, she fit with him. Both young and blond and clean-cut. Harlan loved him. I could see why. A college man, the mayor’s son. Future pillar of the community and all that.
I was sure quarterback boy liked Kara for the same reason. She was a puzzle piece that fit into his picture, a blonde cheerleader to drape on his arm. But I bet he didn’t even know her. Not really. He didn’t see every day how good she took care of her father, how she always helped everyone out without ever being asked. I knew how she sang to herself when she got real happy busy in the kitchen with the windows wide open, and how every now and then she’d let herself sit out on the porch swing and gaze at the sunset. She’d grown up without a mom and still greeted every day like a blinding ray of sunshine.
The hulking corn-fed dumbass drove off with Kara in his car. I was no nuclear physicist, but still, I bet that kid couldn’t find Kara’s g-spot with a map and a compass. I hated that he got to try.
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A few days later, it rained. It took me by surprise. I’d been working late, past seven o’clock mending a fence, and I almost got caught in it. I ducked into the barn just in time.
A few minutes later, Kara ducked in, too. She stood there in the dark, drenched to the bone, watching the storm out the window. All hell was breaking loose outside. I wondered if it was about to happen inside, too.
She didn’t realize I was there, standing in the shadows. I knew I could stay in the darkness and wait it out. A summer squall like that, no looming clouds or warning claps of thunder, it was bound to pass quick. But so
me chances were too good to pass up. I took a step toward her.
I didn’t go in for grand, romantic emotions, the kind you’d find on a box of chocolates or a card from the drug store. They struck me as corny at best, straight-out bullshit when you were honest about it. But seeing Kara standing there radiant, exhilarated from the storm, her eyes shining, her hair slicked back from the rain. She took my breath away.
I took another step forward into the dim light filtering through the window. “Takes your breath away, doesn’t it?”
She turned toward me with a gasp. She hadn’t known I was there. I should have left well enough alone, I knew that. But then she brought a hand up to her heaving chest and I realized that her shirt was plastered to her chest. Soaked through to the skin and completely see-through, her full, lush breasts were bared entirely to me.
“You’re all wet.” I drew closer. I could smell her there in the darkness, so sweet like fresh-picked strawberries, plus something more female, intimate, drawing me closer. She started to shiver.
“You cold?” I whispered, just us, alone, in the dark. She bit her lip and nodded yes.
A good excuse to touch her. I brought my hand to her shoulder, so soft like silk. Reverent and gentle, I worshipped the feel of her shivering, smooth skin under my rough heat. Her breathing started coming faster, shallow.
With one finger, just one, holding back with every ounce of strength I possessed, I traced a line across her shoulder up over to the strap of her tank top. It was a skimpy one, the kind of thing she typically pranced around in, driving me wild. Usually, I had to turn away and force myself not to look. Not now, though. Now, I could touch.
It felt so flimsy in my grasp. I knew I could tear it right off of her.
“What are you wearing?” I asked, my voice harsh and strained. She quivered slightly under my attentions, nervous and shy. So inexperienced. But I could tell she was aroused. Her nipples stood out, pebbled, firm, pushing against the soaking wet t-shirt.
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