“That’s right, fuck my hand. Take what you need. I wanna see you come.” With his free hand, he tugged her closer to him so he could claim her lips once more, savoring her small mewlings as she moved faster and faster. Leaving her lips, he moved down to her neck and bit her, harder than he meant to; it was enough to make her cry out as she came all over him and his truck. Fuck, that was hot. Winter’s body fell forward onto his; her breathing ragged while she shook the last trembles of her orgasm out of her.
“That was only the appetizer, Cookie. I plan on having a full six-course meal.” To prove his point, he brought up the hand he was fucking her with, sucking the two fingers into his mouth, cleaning them up. She tasted like wine and whiskey. A lethal combo, one he could get used to. With her still shaky, he didn’t want to risk her falling down while getting out of his truck in her strappy, girly shoes, so he picked her up, getting out of the cab, before slamming his door shut and pushing her against it. Shit, she was like a fire, and he was a fucking moth drawn to her flame. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. Something he was about to rectify very soon. He pressed his throbbing jean-covered cock against the sweet spot between her legs as he lifted her up and in his arms against his truck. Her moans and mewls surely would draw attention, but he needed her to know what was to come. The small thrusts eased him enough for him to walk toward the room.
Since it was a bed and breakfast, he had rented a small, unattached cabin for the weekend. He could have gotten a small room inside the main house at a lower rate, but he hated people normally, and walking by people to leave a place didn’t sit well with him. So the cabin normally used for honeymooners and such fit him perfectly. Right now, he needed to taste her fully before he buried his cock deep inside her, making her scream and cream all over him. Shit, his cock twitched as he claimed her mouth against his truck. Room, he needed a room at least. If he didn’t make it to the bed the first time, that was fine. A damn wall was all he needed at this moment.
“Jay, please,” Winter’s whimpers became more desperate as he kept rubbing his jean-covered cock into her soft flesh. He needed her, too. Taking the steps down to the small trail to his cabin, her legs wrapped around him like a fucking sexy monkey. He was kissing and biting her tender neck, and he didn’t even remember pulling the key out and unlocking the door. At that moment, he didn’t give a flying shit. He had something hot and sexy willing to warm his bed.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” Slowly she nodded, then shook her head, nibbling on the side of her lower lip as if she was over-analyzing everything, instead of being in the moment, trying to think of what he was going to do to her. Wanting to keep her on edge, he slammed her against the wall before kissing her once more. He needed to see her, feel her skin on his. There was nothing sexier than a woman with curves and full breasts, and she had both.
Grabbing the straps of her little dress, he pulled them down until the top part of her lacy bra was exposed, allowing him to see the dusky rose of her nipples through the material. With one hand on her ass, he raised the other, grabbing her jaw, pulling her lip from her teeth before biting it himself.
“I’m going to fuck you raw and rough. Every time you sit or move tomorrow, you’ll think of me, feel me, deep inside you.” Her tiny moan was music to his ears. “Then, once I’ve had my fill of you, I’m gonna flip you, swat that round, biteable ass, before I shove my dick deep inside your tight little pussy again, until you black out from coming all over my cock, wrangling every last inch of pleasure I give you.” Breathing on her neck, he didn’t expect her to suddenly turn and capture his own lips. She was so lost in his words, as was he, that all he could think about was her. This small, curvy woman consumed every desire and need he never knew he had until that moment he saw her at the bar running up to him.
“Yes, take me, please. I wanna feel you. I need… I need…” her words trailed off as he lifted her enough to take her bra-covered nipple into his mouth, sucking the skin taut until she grew hard and pebbled in his mouth. Moans and mewls filled the air, as he worked the other one free from its confines as well.
“I got what you need, Cookie.” Setting her down, he spun her around, making her hands hold the wall as he tugged her hair back, exposing her long neck. Licking the skin, he tasted her; the sweet mix of her soap and sweat churned something primal deep inside of him. Without a moment to spare, he found her zipper and tugged it down, freeing her just enough to undo her bra with a small Snick as he pushed his cock against her lush backside. God, she bent and twisted to his every whim and movement.
He didn’t waste any time with looking; he could do that a little later, after his desire was sated some. Right now, he needed to taste her. Letting the dress fall to the floor with her bra, he knelt behind her, removing the barely-there panties from her round cheeks. Holy shit, her ass was a work of art. Some chicks had flat asses, but hers was round and bubbly. Unable to stop himself, he smacked it once, then again, just to watch it move and leave a pink handprint on her alabaster skin.
“I’m going to devour you, Cookie. I want dessert.” Not letting her go, he spread her cheeks wide and slowly licked her wet folds. Shit, she tasted even better than the high-priced fucking whiskey he had in his cabin back home. She was meant to be savored, for sure.
Winter had never had a man take control like Jay was doing. Sure, she had slept with a few men before, but they’d never had the raw desire that he had for her. Her body quivered with desire, ready to explode yet again as he licked her pussy clean. Her ass was on full display and he didn’t seem to mind. Over and over again, he slid his tongue from her clit and back, and a few times licking her rosebud before biting each ass cheek. Just when she was about to come, he stopped and stood behind her. God, she felt desperate, needy, and wanton for a man she’d just met.
Maybe that was the draw – he wasn’t someone who wanted to sleep his way through her father’s company or her money. She knew she wasn’t as pretty as some women with the hourglass figures; she had curves, large breasts, a bubble butt, and a cute face, or so she thought. It worked for her, and over the years she learned that was just who she was. Her curves seemed to keep Jay insatiable as he pulled her hair back again, demanding her lips part as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He never once let her take control or move, as he commanded her body obey his every whim.
“God, you taste good. But the next time you come, it will be on my cock as I bury myself deep inside you.”
Before she registered her next movements, she was thrown onto a large couch and Jay had stripped out of his clothes. His large cock was fully erect and very much present. “You on birth control, Cookie?” She just nodded. She was on the pill, thank God, because the last thing she wanted was to have to find a condom large enough to fit him.
“Good, because I wanna fuck you raw and bare. Not that I have a condom on me, anyway. But I will find one if you want.”
“No, please don’t. I wanna feel you too. I have never been with someone without one. Please, don’t leave me. I need… I mean….” Her words trailed off as she tried her best to figure out what she needed other than blurting out she wanted him to be with him too.
“I gotcha, Cookie. I hadn’t been with anyone for a while. I don’t want to talk any more. I want to fuck. More specially, I wanna fuck you.” If she’d had panties on, they would be soaked, because she thought she just came from those words alone. Jay moved to her then, covering her body with his; she felt his cock head rub up and down her folds before he nudged it into her wet hole. Her legs wrapped around his, trying to push him in into her more, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed her arms, holding them above her head, before slamming into her, making her inner muscle clench and grip him as her head flew back at the fast invasion. He didn’t give her a minute to adjust, no, he just started moving. In and out, rutting on her like a wild animal craving a release.
“Shit, you're so damn tight. I could fuck you forever. This pussy is mine.�
� She knew he was only saying that because sex does that, but his words churned something inside her. No one had ever placed a claim on her, even in the throes of sex.
“Yes, oh, yes. Please don’t stop.” He took her at her word and gave her everything he had. He moved slowly for a moment, pushing balls-deep into her, rolling his hips, grinding his pelvic bone against her clit, before pulling out and doing it again. Just as she was about to tip over, he started moving faster. Over and over—he didn’t give her a moment to think as he fucked her like a jackhammer, making her body shake as she came, screaming his name. Despite her orgasm, he didn’t stop—no, he just pulled out of her, thrusting two fingers into her pussy and fucking her until she swore she wet his hand and couch in the process.
“Good girl, but I’m not done.” And just like that, he flipped her over, swatted her ass a few times before shoving a pillow under his hips and finding his way home once more.
Holy shit, her body was wrecked from coming twice, and yet he was still going strong. The man was hung like a bull, and yet he had the stamina to keep going. It didn’t take long for him to make her body respond with the same enthusiasm it did before.
“That’s it, baby. You're gonna come with me this time. We're gonna fly together.” His hands moved to her hip bones, pushing her down as his pace quickened and his other hand snaked up and around her throat as he pounded into her in a punishing rhythm. He was breaking her for all other men to come.
“Now, I want you to fucking come. Now.” He punctured each word with single thrusts while growling in her ear. And sure enough, her body busted into a million pieces, flying higher than she ever had in her life. Jay growling into her neck as she felt his come splash deep inside her body. She wanted to say something, but her throat raw and her body completely drained, she passed out. Right then, she finally understood the term fully fucked.
Chapter Three
Winter woke around seven the next morning with Jay lightly snoring next to her. Her body screamed for rest; however, she had a meeting today and couldn’t be late. As much as Jay had told her to stay with him, she had to take care of this first. Maybe if she did the meeting, she could meet up with him afterward, and spend more time with him. Get to know him more than the little small talk they did between twisting the sheets, and walls, and the bathroom. Which, she had to say, was amazing. Never had she thought having sex in a tub would be possible.
Giving one last look at Jay, she scribbled her number on a small piece of paper, letting him know to call her, and they could meet up for dinner. Running around the room, she found her clothes after she called for a cab in the bathroom. Opening the door, she gave one more look at the sweet cabin and wished she could just stay. Her father would kill her if she didn’t show, though.
Finally dressed, she waited outside near the front. It was only a ten-minute drive from the small cabin to her hotel. Trying not to attract attention, she snuck up to her room, showered, and dressed in an ugly black blazer over a green dress. With new black pumps on, light makeup, and her hair once again up in a twist, she made her way to the breakfast room for some coffee. Shocking her more was her father there, reading a paper.
“Winter, glad you see you up and ready. Join me.” He pointed to the seat in front of him. Not wanting to be rude, she sat, very gingerly, as she was indeed as deliciously sore as Jay had promised. She placed her order for coffee and a fruit salad, because pancakes and eggs would only result in her getting a stern talking-to by her father and then mother, as if she were a petulant child.
“Were you able to get everything done last night for the meeting today?” Taking a sip of her coffee, she watched her father set the paper down next to him, joining her for real this time.
“I did. Not sure how the land owner will feel about everything we have to offer. Some hillbilly recluse for sure wouldn’t sneeze at the amount we are offering him. It would be perfect for this sleepy town to get some larger buildings and a small shopping center put in.”
“But it’s a sweet town. Why mess it up with some big building?”
“It’s about money and power, Winter. Understanding that we can control what goes on and how to make the most out of places like this without going into the city. People out here only look out for themselves, anyway. It’s about getting money or a drink. So we throw some cash, acquire the land, and be done with it.” He went on about some financial figures; it was all gibberish to her. Personally, she wouldn’t change this town. Hell, if it was up to her, she would live in a place like this. Up north, away from everyone, and never worrying about smoke, fog, or traffic jams again. It wasn’t her life, not the one she wanted. Sadly, Winter knew she wasn’t strong enough to stand up to her parents, or venture out on her own.
Not wanting to say any more on the subject as her father seemed annoyed, she drank her coffee, hoping it would wake her more before this awful meeting. When her father rose from his seat, she knew it was time.
Smiling politely at the waiter who took her plate away, she smoothed down her dress before making her way into the room. She was surprised to see that two other men were already there. Both of them stood when she walked in, before taking their seats on one side of the table while she sat off to the side to observe the meeting.
Fifteen minutes later, a knock sounded on the door before it opened wide. Winter was unable to stop the gasp that escaped her as Jay walked in, shaking hands with everyone as they introduced themselves. Never without her manners, she stood as her father went around the room introducing himself and her.
“Mr. Brennon, glad you could make it. I’m Walter Stevens, and this is my daughter, Winter. She’ll be observing the transaction today.” Jay shook her father’s hand before stopping at hers, taking it while holding her gaze steadily. She could almost hear a pin drop as nervous sweat beaded on her forehead. Never in a million years would she ever have guessed she would be dealing with him.
“Ma’am,” he said before releasing her and taking a seat, but not before she saw his jaw tick with anger.
The meeting was boring, and truth be told, she wasn’t listening as Jay was drilling holes into her head between looking at her, and back at the stack of papers in front of him. When her father was done speaking, Jay asked a few questions before shaking his head. Oh, this wasn’t good.
“I can’t do it. Not for what you want to do it for. My land is worth more than this offer, plus you want to clear it out and build God knows what. Sorry, no deal. Thanks for the coffee.” Oh, shit, it was over. Standing quickly, Winter waited as her father looked confused and Jay left. Trying not to draw attention to herself, she slipped out the back door to catch up with Jay.
By the time she was able to circle around the room, she was walking outside. Running out the door, she called out his name. He stopped and turned toward her.
“Why?” he asked. It wasn’t something she knew how to explain, but damn it all if she wasn’t going to try.
“I didn’t know it was you.”
“So what? Am I just some token boy? Going to be slumming it for a night to see how the other half lives? Or were you doing dirty work for daddy dearest to get me to sell my land?”
“No, it was nothing like that. Please, look. Jay, I just wanted to go out. I didn’t know who you were. This is just a big mistake.”
“A mistake, that’s for sure. Too bad, it was one I would regret. Glad I could entertain you for the night, Ms. Stevens. Now, I gotta go.”
“Please, wait.” She didn’t know why she was so upset. It was just supposed to be a one-night type of thing. Jay made her feel more alive than she ever had. And now, she felt like she’d used him and that wasn’t the case.
“Wait? For what? It was a one-time thing, babe. You were just a pleasant distraction for me when I came into town. It’s done, I’m over it. I got what I wanted from you. Bye, Cookie.” When he turned and left her alone, her heart sank. The way he called her the simple pet name ate at her. Damn, she really was an idiot.
“Winter?�
� Turning, she spotted Travis, from the bar last night. God, could this day get any worse?
“Oh, hi.”
“I see you came to your senses and ditched that lug head of a lumberjack. Wanna get a drink with a real man?” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her back to the hotel bar, where she did not want to go.
“Real man? Seriously? Look, I don’t feel like talking, maybe some other time. I’m leaving tonight and just want to rest. Have a nice day.” Getting out from his arm, she turned and left, making sure that people saw her leave him, so Travis wouldn’t follow her up to her room. Hitting the elevator button, she felt the first tears start to fall. She would not break down in the elevator. No, she would have a pity party in her room in a hot bath while trying to relax from last night. She was sore, and now with the lack of sleep and emotional rollercoaster, she was ready to collapse.
Once in her room, she started a bath, letting the hot water wrap around her in a protective bubble. Only then did she let out the unshed tears. She had never done the one-night stand thing, and for a good reason. Sex was supposed to be an emotional connection, not some booty call. She’d never known what it would be like, and now she did. It wasn’t for her. She actually liked Jay, thought he was sexy, roguish, and smart. God, she was an idiot.
Of course, he would look at her as some rich chick. She was nothing like her family or the so-called friends she had back home. She wanted a family, a small place to call home. She wanted to cook her own meals, paint pictures of the sunrise. Everything she would never have. Giving into her tender side, she cried for everything she’d lost and would never have. Life just sucked monkey balls right now.
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