She kisses me again as she unzips my pants. And when she reaches in and pulls out my cock, the feel of her hand wrapped around me almost sends me over the edge. She grips me at the base and rubs me against the warm wet center of her. The feel of her rubbing my cock against her, with just a thin barrier of satin separating us sends a shiver through my body.
Kaitlyn pulls her panties to the side and raises herself up just a bit before sliding the head of my cock into her. The heat and fire I feel inside of her drives me crazy and I put my hands on her hips, pushing her down. She slides down my cock slowly, seeming to be savoring the feel of taking me into her inch by inch.
“You feel so amazing inside of me,” she says, her eyes closed, a look of rapture upon her face. “You fill me up so completely.”
When I'm fully buried inside of her, Kaitlyn begins to move herself up and down on me. Locking her hands behind my neck, she kisses me and starts to ride me harder. Faster. Taking me deeper into her with each stroke. I slide my hands beneath her dress and cup her ass, squeeze it. I lean forward and suck on her nipples as she rides me.
She throws her head back and calls out my name, grinding herself down on me even harder. Kaitlyn looks into my eyes as she fucks me, a look of absolute bliss and pure love on her face.
“I love you, Wyn.”
I look up at her and smile. “I love you too.”
She closes her eyes and I see a tear streaking down her cheeks. I use my thumb to wipe it away and make her look at me. She never breaks her rhythm, bouncing up and down on me, smiling with tears in her eyes.
“Why the tears?” I ask.
“I'm just so happy,” she says. “I've never been this happy before.”
“Neither have I,” I say. “You're the best thing to ever happen to me.”
Kaitlyn cries out and as she impales herself on my shaft one last time, the dam of her resolve breaks. Her body shudders and shakes and she presses her forehead to mine, moaning as her orgasm rips through her. I feel her inner muscles pulsing and squeezing me, the feeling of her bringing me closer to the brink myself.
“God, you feel amazing,” I say.
Her breathing is ragged and her voice is husky when she speaks. “You are amazing,” she says. “Nobody has ever made me feel the way you make me feel.”
Her breathing slowly returns to normal and she kisses me again. Grabbing her around the waist, I move forward and lay her down on the floor of the limo. I push her dress up, taking care to not tear it. She parts her thighs for me as I climb on top of her.
Looking down I admire the view of her in her formal dress pushed up around her waist, her black thigh high stockings, and her sexy as hell heels. I didn't think it was possible, but as I stare at her, I feel my cock getting even stiffer.
She gives me a flirty little smile. “What is it?” she asks. “Like what you see?”
“You're the most gorgeous, sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life,” I say.
“Get down here and prove it to me then.”
I climb on top of her and she wraps her legs around my waist, the point of her heels digging into my back ever so slightly. I kiss her, our tongues dancing together as in one hard thrust, I sheath myself fully inside of her. Kaitlyn gasps and moans, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as I start to move my hips, pumping my cock into her.
“Yes, baby,” she groans. “That feels so good.”
I set a steady rhythm with my cock moving deep inside of her. She grips my shoulders and writhes beneath me, calling out my name as I pump myself into her again and again.
Our bodies move together in unison, as if we've rehearsed this intimate dance many times before. My body is awash in sensation as I move inside of her. I feel the pressure building up within me and feel my balls tightening as I drive my cock into her.
She arches her back and cries out, grabbing my ass and urging me to keep going.
“Harder, baby,” she purrs. “I want you to feel as amazing as you make me feel.”
I obey her command and start pumping my hips harder. Faster. Burying myself deeper inside of her. Our cries mingle with the sound of the wheels on the road beneath us. We're so loud that if the driver can't hear us, I'd be shocked. But we can't contain ourselves, our voices blending into an erotic symphony that we both can't deny.
Kaitlyn kisses me and then looks me in the eye, a sultry smile on her face. Our gazes locked, I feel her tightening the muscles inside of her, squeezing me tight. And with one final thrust, she does me in. My body shakes and quivers and my cock starts to pulse and throb.
“Oh, Kaitlyn,” I gasp. “Christ, baby.”
I explode inside of her, shooting my load deep, filling her completely. Her body trembles in response, the sensations coursing through her pushing her over the edge once more. We come together, our bodies so perfectly in harmony, both feeling every note of pleasure, every bar of ecstasy.
Slowly, we begin to come back to ourselves and regain our composure. Our breathing slows and our heartbeats return to normal. My cock, finally deflated, slips out of her. I look her in the eye and smile. She looks back at me, her face positively glowing.
“My dreams have all come true,” she says. “Not only is my career taking off, I have the perfect man to go along with it.”
“And I have the perfect woman – the one who inspired me to have dreams to begin with.”
Her smile is warm and sincere. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We lay there together, our bodies intertwined, relishing the feel of each other. Relishing the life we're building. Together.
And although the fight in the streets will continue and the dark creatures in the shadows will keep preying on the innocent, I will continue to do my duty as a Ranger. I will keep doing it knowing that at the end of the day, I'll get to go home to the most beautiful, most astounding woman on the planet.
And that makes it all worth it. Life is wonderful and I've never been as happy as I am right now. I truly have something worth fighting for.
THE END
Legends of Black Salmon Falls (Sample)
Loved by a Bear (Book 1)
Prologue
The man took a seat at the counter of the roadside diner. It was late, there was a chill in the air, and it had been drizzling on and off all day long. In other words, just another typical day in the Pacific Northwest. But he was used to it. As a truck driver, he'd made the run up and down through Washington, Oregon, and California more times than he could count.
But in all his trips up and down the West Coast, he hadn't ever passed through Black Salmon Falls before. He was on his way to Olympia and this popped up as a shortcut that would save him a few hours. So, the man, always looking to do less work than necessary, decided to give it a shot.
“What can I get you?”
The man looked up from the menu at the cute, perky little waitress who was husting over to where he was sitting.
“They got you workin' late,” he said.
She shrugged. “It's quiet,” she said. “Gives me time to do some homework.”
The man nodded and looked the girl up and down. She was pretty – had a wholesome look to her, with her long blonde hair and milky white skin. She probably wasn't more than nineteen or twenty. Fresh faced and with a girl next door appeal.
And the man was suddenly in the mood for something – it just wasn't for food.
But the man was subtle. Sly. He'd had more than enough practice over the years and all of his trips up and down the left side of the country to know that he needed to bide his time and wait for the opportune moment. He was patient and he was deliberate – skills he'd spent years honing.
“Homework, huh?” he asked. “What are you studying?”
She smiled and he thought it made her even prettier. “Nursing,” she said. “I want to be a nurse.”
The man nodded. “A nurse, huh?” he said. “I bet you'll make a good one too.”
The girl smiled and her cheeks co
lored. She had a sweet, quiet way about her. Definitely the girl next door type. Definitely his type. The man felt that familiar surge of energy in his body he got whenever he was on a hunt – whenever he found his quarry.
And he had definitely found his quarry.
“So, what can I get you?” she asked.
He sighed and looked at his menu. “I'll take some coffee. And give me the chicken fried steak special. Fries instead of mashed potatoes, and wheat toast, please.”
“Sounds good,” she said. “I'll go get your coffee right away.”
“Thank you –” he squinted and looked at her name tag, “Aubrey.”
She smiled at him. “Of course.”
The girl turned and punched his order into her computer. She was a good-looking girl and the man smiled to himself. He hadn't intended to stumble upon this little treasure trove, but he thanked his good fortune for it. He hadn't had a woman in a few weeks and he'd been feeling a little restless. Aubrey had come along at just the right time.
The man smiled to himself again – apparently, the gods were rewarding him. He wasn't sure what he was being rewarded for, but he'd take it.
She came back and set his mug of coffee down in front of him. “So, you just passing through?”
He nodded. “Yup, got a run up north a ways yet,” he replied. “Thought I'd stop in for a little fuel for the last push.”
“Good idea,” she said. “The last thing you want is to fall asleep on the road.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
She flashed him another smile and then turned and walked off. She checked on two guys at a table in the corner. He felt a surge of anger rush through him as she laughed and flirted with the two guys. The girl belonged to him. And he didn't like the way she was throwing herself at those two guys.
A few minutes later, she returned and set his plate down in front of him with a smile. “One chicken fried steak special.”
“Thanks,” he said and then looked over at the men in the corner booth. “You know those guys over there?”
“Yeah, they're regulars,' she said. “Local guys. They usually come in for pie and coffee a few nights a week.”
The man nodded and couldn't completely stuff down that surge of dark anger inside of him. “Yeah? So, which one you screwin'?” he asked. “Both of 'em?”
The girl froze in place and looked at him, eyes wide, her mouth agape. “Excuse me?”
“Just a question,” he said. “You seem pretty friendly with 'em. Pretty familiar.”
The girl let out a sound of disgust and turned away from him, storming off to the other end of the counter. It wasn't his smoothest move, but the man didn't care. She belonged to him. She was his property. And he didn't like the thought of his property being handled by anybody but him.
The man dug into his meal, keeping on eye on the girl, who was trying to concentrate on her books. But judging by the look on her face, she was having trouble doing it. He'd obviously rattled her. Which wasn't a bad thing. It was part of his routine – he usually just set it up a little bit better. But he relied on his quarry being rattled and upset. It clouded their thinking and kept them off balance.
And that was exactly how he wanted them. Needed them.
He drained the last of his coffee and raised his cup, indicating he wanted a refill. Still looking angry and upset, Aubrey closed her book, grabbed the coffee pot, and walked down to his place at the counter. She didn't smile, make eye contact, or speak to him as she refilled his mug.
“Listen,” he said. “I'm sorry about before. I just –”
“It's fine,” she said, her tone telling him it was anything but fine.
She turned to go, but he grabbed her by the wrist. She cried out in pain as he forced her to turn around and look at him.
“I'm trying to apologize,” he hissed. “The least you could do was have a little respect.”
“Please,” she said, struggling to break free of his grasp. “You're hurting me.”
“I said I was –”
The man stopped talking when a hand fell onto his shoulder, gripping him tightly. He turned and looked at the man whose hand was on him. Standing behind him were the two guys from the corner booth – the local boys. The two guys his property was probably banging like drums.
“There a problem here?” the guy with his hand on the man's shoulder asked.
“No problem,” the man replied. “Just trying to make a point.”
“Yeah, you can probably make your point without manhandling her,” he said and then in a tone practically dripping with ice, added, “so take your goddamn hands off of her. Now.”
The man looked at him, fighting back the rage that was bubbling up inside of him. Now, was not the time to let it out. He'd be able to extract his pound of flesh later. On a field of his own choosing. He let go of Aubrey's wrist and she immediately held it close to her chest, rubbing it like it was sore.
“My apologies,” the man said. “It was a simple misunderstanding.”
“Yeah, well,” said the guy behind him, “I think it's time for you to go.”
“I haven't finished my meal yet,” he said.
“And you're not going to,” the guy said. “You can get another meal somewhere else down the road.”
The second man stepped in and took the plate off the counter, walking behind the counter and dropping it in a tub of dirty dishes with a loud clatter.
“Looks like you're done,” he said.
The man smirked and wiped his mouth off with his napkin. He didn't like the idea of being told he had to leave. But at the same time, he didn't want to make any more of a scene than he already had. He didn't want to be memorable. He'd let his temper get the best of him and now, discretion being the better part of valor, he knew he needed to retreat and regroup a little bit. Standing up, he reached into his pocket for his wallet.
“Don't worry about it,” the first guy said. “Your meal's on us. Just go.”
He looked over at Aubrey, who refused to look at him. She simply leaned against the counter, clutching her wrist, tears rolling down her face. The man sighed and turned to the two men who were looming over him. They were both big men. Thick through the shoulders and chest. Typical jock types. He may have been able to take one of them. But two? The man was smarter than that.
He cleared his throat and pulled his hat lower. Without another word, he walked out of the diner and into the chill of the night air. Discretion was the better part of valor. He'd already screwed up once, he wasn't going to make another mistake. Instead, he would get his head back on straight and move forward from there.
He climbed into his truck and looked back at the diner. The two jocks were still standing in the front windows, watching him. The rage within him swelled as he fired up the truck and he imagined himself driving straight through the front of the diner, crushing both of the jocks beneath the wheels. It would have been grisly, but satisfying.
Instead of doing that though, he pulled out of the lot and headed off down the highway a bit. He recalled seeing a sign for a rest stop half a mile down the road and when he found it, he pulled in and shut down.
Taking a few moments to collect himself, the man closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He concentrated, trying to slow his heart rate and clear his mind. He'd let the two jocks get under his skin. He'd let his control slip. But the girl was his. His property.
And he was going to have her. Nobody was going to stop him. Least of all, a couple of jock frat boys.
Feeling more grounded and centered, the man grabbed his bag out of the sleeping compartment and climbed out of his truck. He surveyed the lot and saw only two other trucks parked at the far end. The night was dark and the lights in the rest stop were dim – the bulbs in the lights were obviously on their way out. There was more shadow than pools of light, making visibility difficult – something that worked in his favor.
The man took it as another sign of divine approval.
Knowing he had about a
half mile hike back to the diner, he pulled the dark knit cap over his head, slung his pack on his shoulders, and started the trek back to claim his property.
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The man hunkered down in the bushes along the treeline that separated the forest from the diner's parking lot. From his vantage point, he could see straight through the front windows of the place. The jocks were gone, but the girl was still in there. And it looked like she was getting ready to get off her shift.
Yet another sign of the divine approval he seemed to be enjoying.
The night air was growing colder and his breath came out in plumes of steam. The man slipped on his pair of gloves and flexed his fingers, feeling the rush of excitement that always came before he claimed his prize.
He watched her through the windows as she looked to be finishing up all of her side work. About fifteen minutes after he'd arrived, the girl pulled on her sweater as she walked toward the front door. He smiled and felt the adrenaline surging through him as she walked through the darkened and mostly deserted parking lot.
And as luck would have it, she was heading straight for him. He hadn't known it at the time, but the car in the lot in front of him was hers. His smile stretched across his face. It was fortuitous. It was divine. How else could he explain the run of signs pointing to the inescapable conclusion that the gods approved of this?
His mission, came directly from the gods themselves. He never touched an innocent. Never. All of the women he'd claimed had been bad people. Had done bad things. Drug addicts. Child abusers. Whores. They all had some secret they were hiding – something the gods didn't approve of. Something dark, something terrible. And he was their salvation.
Obviously, this girl, as wholesome and sweet as she appeared to be, had some dark skeletons in her closet. Otherwise, the gods wouldn't have led him to her.
Step by step, she drew closer to him and his excitement grew. When she stopped at her car and started to unlock it, her back was to him and the man stepped out of the bushes. He was on her before she realized what was happening. His hand clamped over her mouth tightly, his other arm around her waist, he dragged her back into the bushes with him where he had his kit set up and waiting.
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