“Don't worry. Both Trigger and Spider are now sporting new matching black eyes, courtesy of my right hook.” He held up his right hand so that I could see it in the moonlight, and I saw the cuts on his knuckles, the thin skin already beginning to bruise.
“Oh.” My stomach quivered with the thought of him protecting me, and the writer in me regretted missing it. That would have been something for the books, for sure.
“You are something else, you know that?” His gruff little laugh causing goosebumps to rise on my arms.
“Oh?”
He laughed again.
“Yes! Oh! Is that all you can say? You sure had a hell of a lot to unleash on me earlier. Now you haven't even answered one question. How is your head feeling? Do I need to get you to a doctor or not?”
“Oh! I mean – um....no! My head is fine. I think I'm fine. Thank you.” I reached out, grabbing his hand and bringing his battered knuckles to my lips, kissing them gently. “Thank you. I know you could have just left me there, and it's very nice of you to not do that. And thank you for bringing me here again.” I smiled at him, suddenly wanting him on me, in me, around me, and touching me everywhere.
“Dixie, I know you don't know me very well, but if you think I'm the kind of man that would just leave you lying there on the ground, with a wig hanging half off of your head, your tits hanging out of your torn dress, your mascara smeared on your face and your skirt hiked up around your naked hips and flashing half the members of my club your stunningly gorgeous pussy, then you are sorely mistaken.”
He groaned deeply and I felt his cock harden on my thigh. Pressing into me, he brought his head down, his lips meeting mine as he kissed me, softly at first, and then rougher, harder, his hard tongue sliding deep into my hungry mouth as he pulled himself up and over my outstretched body.
My torn red dress was the only thing separating our flesh. Jackson's electric blue eyes flashed as he tore it from my body in one violent, swift motion.
“Now, let me show you just what kind of man I really am.”
His cock sunk into me smoothly. I couldn't help but smile and stare up into his mirror as the moonlight allowed me the perfect view of his beautiful ass flexing and grinding into me as he thrust into me wildly. Wrapping my legs around his powerful thighs, I pulled him closer, wanting him deeper, needing him deeper, needing him to consume me with his strength.
Slick and wet with our juices, his massiveness stretched me delightfully, filling me with every inch of his hardness. His smile disappeared as lust poured over his face like sweat. He eyes met mine, and savage desire was all I could see. He wasn't dangerous, he was determined.
He began pounding into me with a vengeance. Ferociously, he slammed into me, stopping after each stroke to rake the velvety head of his cock across the top of my cunt. I shivered with each caress, my skin on fire and still raw from our earlier blissful encounter. But I didn't care.
I didn't care about anything at that point. I didn't care that I had made a complete fool of myself by putting myself in this situation. I didn't care what the rest of the MC thought of me. I didn't care what anyone in town thought of me. All I cared about was Jackson. Jackson and his perfectly hard, obscenely large cock that was fucking into me and making feel more like a woman than I ever had at any point in my life.
My moans drifted out the window as I submitted to his pushing and pulling, his hands grabbed onto my hips, his hot fingertips digging into my sweaty flesh. My head fell back onto the bed, and I arched my back, opening my pussy to him, giving my entire body to this spectacular, perfectly sculpted man as he pistoned into me, bring us both to the edge of pleasure and pain.
Jackson pulled back slightly, and brought his hand to my face. He cupped my chin and lifted it.
“Look at me, Dixie.” I opened my eyes, gasping at the rawness I saw there as he continued to pound into me. Gone was the smiling man that I had woken up to. Gone was the man that tenderly cleaned my wound after finding me spying on him outside of his bedroom window. The man in front of me was pure animal.
My fear returned, slowly crawling back into my consciousness as I stared up at him. I dared not break his gaze, and I knew to respect that he was demanding my attention.
“Yes...” I whispered, my body shuddering with each forceful thrust of his hips. He had not let up for a second, and looking at him at the same time was very difficult. I wanted to lose myself in the deliciousness of his savage fucking and yet he clearly had something else in mind.
When he spoke again, he punctuated each word with a powerful push inside me, each push reaching deeper than I ever thought he could be.
“Don't.”
“Ever.”
“Fucking.”
“Talk.”
“To.”
“Me.”
“Like.”
“That.”
“Again.”
I collapsed under each thrust, lost to his rhythm, his words pounding into my subconscious to not only understand but to retain every sensation, every slide and push and every whisper that escaped from his beautiful lips. He looked like a god above me, slamming into me, demanding that I do as he say, impaling me on his marvelously strong cock and I wanted nothing more than to obey his every word. I would do anything he wanted, as long as he never stopped fucking me.
“Yes, yes, yes....” I whimpered and squirmed underneath him, any resolve I ever possessed completely melted away. His pace quickened and with quick, short focused strokes, he steered us both over the edge, our bodies exploding together in a thunderous roar that echoed into the woods outside his window. His thrusting seemed to continue for hours, our bodies not easily able to part for very long, and his youthful cock staying hard all night long.
Happily succeeding at blocking out all thoughts of the outside world, I spent the night wrapped in his arms, our legs intertwined and sliding slickly together, our hands and mouths searching in the darkness for something we would probably never find in the daylight.
I don't remember when we feel asleep, but at some point we drifted off, and before I knew it I had those same birds chirping outside of his window and the sun shining on my skin. I smiled, and stretched, knowing this time, after last night, exactly what I would find when I opened my eyes.
Jackson's scent lingered in the air, and after inhaling deeply, I opened my eyes and turned to embrace him.
The sound of crinkling paper filled the room as my hand landed on his empty pillow. A note. No sign of Jackson.
Sitting up, I unfolded the paper. A hundred dollar bill fell out into my lap.
“Your purse is in the kitchen. I left you some clothes on the chair, but I threw away those shoes of yours, and that awful wig. Call yourself a cab. It was fun. Take care. ~J”
“Ahhhh!!!!” I screamed, my cracking voice echoing throughout his empty cabin, as I fell back onto his bed.
***The End***
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