“That’s one of my favorite games, seeing how long I can keep a woman on the edge. Crying, screaming, babbling, completely at my mercy.”
That stroked like fire over all the wrong parts of her, a warning roll of liquid heat that threatened to overwhelm without too much more provocation. “Fine, sleep on the porch.”
“This one.” He betrayed his sobriety with those reflexes. No drunk had the ability to snatch the one key out the dozen on his rings even as her hand had already started to retract. The move came and went in a blink of an eye, but still she let it hold her for a long pause, silently warning him his game slipped.
He struck back with a smile so goofy only an inebriated man would wear it. Just because he pulled the look off too well, she kept her own critical glance on him as she tried to jam the key into the lock. Not being her door, it actually required her to turn her attention to finding the hole.
“You know,” Kyle started in what might have been an attempt at a philosophical tone, “I never did tell you what I got.”
“I really don’t need to hear about your syphilis,” Hailey retorted as the front door swung in.
“There you go again, being mean when I was about to be nice,” Kyle complained. That didn’t stop him from giving her most of his weight as she helped peel him off the wall.
“Fine,” Hailey grunted as she managed to get him over the threshold. Aiming for the couch just a few feet away, she really did wish she had the balls just to drop him on the floor. He deserved it. “Tell me what you got.”
Like the magic words “open sesame,” he’d been waiting for her to take the bait. In a sudden rush of motion too fast to distinguish the individual details, Hailey went from trudging his heavy ass across the floor to being pinned against him. The door slammed into its frame so hard she could feel the vibrations against her back even as a growl tickled over her breast while it worked its way through his chest.
“You.”
“Uh, Kyle.” She’d been expecting a move, but this one still threw her off. Knowing he’d be rubbing up against her hadn’t prepared her for the reality of the delightful sensation. Instead of keeping to her game and putting a little struggle into it, Hailey only wiggled to entice the frenzy of thrills the delicious motion caused.
She certainly didn’t argue with the head dipping down toward her. The gentle bush of his lips over hers robbed her completely of the ability to respond. Frozen in shock, she could almost hear the tinkling of alarm bells go off somewhere in the cold, dark recesses of her reason.
They warned her that she wasn’t leading this game anymore. He was. All the worry of those internal whispers drowned under the smooth curl of Kyle’s own husky growl.
“I got you, Hailey Mathews, and that’s all I ever wanted.”
* * * *
She doesn’t stand a chance.
Kyle didn’t intend on giving her the opportunity to find one. It had been a minor miracle that he managed to con Hailey through his front door. After five weeks of trying to figure out how to get around all her defenses, he lucked out tonight. There would be no backing down.
With the advantage of surprise holding her still, he forced her lips open for his invasion, intent on total domination. Plundering the honey depths of her mouth, Kyle growled when her own tongue rallied and tried to shove his out. It was a half-hearted attempt that didn’t have the backing of the rest of her body.
Snaking, dueling, he lured her between the vise of his lips and then sucked. Like she’d been hit by electricity, Hailey arched, moaning and then gloriously snapping. He could almost hear the whoosh of all her uptight layers melting in that single moment. A man never knew what lurked beneath, and Kyle had bet the bank it would be a sensual woman of needs.
What he got was a wanton vixen rubbing against him as her lips pressed back and took command of the kiss. In that single instant, she robbed him of every rational thought. The feel of her teasing the hardened tips of her plump breasts against his chest had Kyle growling and doing some rubbing of his own. It felt so good. She was so soft. With that, all the well-planned stages of Hailey’s seduction disappeared under the onslaught of lust so long denied.
Then, it was on. A full on battle of the tyrants as each warred for control. Hard cider. That’s what she tasted like. A little sweet, a little spice, and the full-bodied flavor of intoxicating woman, she intoxicated him. If Kyle hadn’t been drunk before, but sure as hell was now.
His whole body jerked forward, his thigh slamming through hers when she sucked his tongue like candy.
She shouldn’t have done that.
All the fine plans of seduction he crafted over the past weeks wilted beneath the savage need to have her now.
Bedroom…He had to get her into the bedroom—as in now.
Not daring to give her a single second to find reason to deny him, Kyle spun her from the door, still trapped in his embrace. Stumbling, stepping on each other’s feet, they crashed through the living room in the stubborn refusal to give up the kiss. His thigh bumped along the end of the couch before cracking into the hard, wooden corner of a table.
The sharp pain had him flinching enough to end the kiss. Annoyed at the delay and the perceived retreat, he barely gave Hailey enough time to gasp for breath before he put a shoulder into her stomach and lifted her up to be carried off. With a shriek and peel of laughter, Hailey chastised him.
“Put me down, you drunk, before you drop me.”
He’d drop her, all right, on his bed a second after he kicked the door closed. Now she was all his. Kyle didn’t wait a moment longer to start enjoying his well-earned victory.
Chapter 6
A rolling bubble of laughter popped out of Hailey’s mouth, eliciting a growl from Kyle, who appeared to take the giggle as a personal challenge. Fumbling in his rush, he began to tear the clothes off his body just like the barbarian he reverted into. Not that she had a right to cast any stone his way.
This is what she wanted, Kyle unleashed, in too much of a hurry to play any stupid games. She wanted him for all his power and his strength, but more than anything, Hailey just wanted to know what it was liked to be possessed by him.
Owned by him.
Hailey squashed that thought even as it growled out from her womb. Wet, heated longing dripped from her body defied her attempt to reign in lust with reason. Sex, it would just be sex, and that would be more than enough.
Even if it wasn’t, even if things took a turn from here, it didn’t matter anymore. There might be a million and one reasons that she would regret this moment for the rest of her life, but there was one single one that assured she’d regret not indulging in the moment anyway. The best one was stripping fast in front of her.
Boy, but he does look better out of his clothes than in them.
Kyle rippled, a graceful flow of flexing muscles as he bent and turned, working on his jeans and boots. Youth and stamina fairly glowed with his tan, but the fine layer of dark hair dusting over his arms and chest spoke to just how much a man he actually was. Hailey just had to touch. She’d regret it if she didn’t.
Just once…so smooth…and hard…
Like satin stretched tight over heated rocks, that’s what the sides of his waist felt like beneath her palm. Her fingers followed the vibrations of the rumble building in his chest, delighting at the purely male feel of the sound. God help her, she wanted to touch more, even if it was Kyle.
That just made the way he jerked and groaned when she tweaked his nipple all the more satisfying. Her attraction to him was undeniable, dripping out of her pussy in bold proof that the past antagonisms meant nothing to this moment but to make it even more thrilling.
It made her savor the power she had to make his muscles tremble as she slid her hand down to cup the heavy, pulsing length of his erection. Every single blood-swollen inch belonged to her, his master. Hailey’s fingers tightened at the very thought, squeezing down on Kyle’s cock hard enough to make it jerk.
With the snarl of a man go
ne rabid, she barely had a second to realize that he snapped his leash before he flattened her back into the mattress. She felt the almost painful press of his fingers into her waist a second before her shirt shredded up the middle, her gasp getting swallowed by the groan as she found the tender globes of her breasts instantly under attack.
The sound elicited a growl from Kyle, who retaliated simply by snapping the clasp at the front of her bra, and then she could feel every single callused ridge of his work-roughened hands caressing over the smooth skin of breasts. Like electric sparks, the sweet friction had her twisting and moaning as she sought more of the delicious sensations.
“Now it’s your turn.”
The air for her question got sucked out in a shrill whimper as his thumbs stroked out over her nipples, pressing and rolling the tender tips with such excruciating slowness her whole body twisted trying to follow the titillating caress.
“Look at me, Hailey.” She didn’t want to heed that husky command, but her silent resistance only got her tender tip pinched. Groaning over the abuse, her eyes cracked open only to flutter wide when he released. Blood rushed into her nipple amplifying the sharp tingly sensation until it flooded through her body.
“Oh…” Hailey arched, wanting to try that again.
“I said look at me.” This time she offered no resistance as she tried to focus on the features chiseled out of the shadows. “If you don’t want this, you got to say so now.”
Like she could say no now. Hailey snorted. He was an idiot if he didn’t realize that moment passed several minutes ago. Not that she thought he really meant to give her an out. If he had, he wouldn’t have chased his murmur across the curve of her breast. Whispering kisses across her flushed skin, Kyle made the ripple of pleasure bloom into a flood as his lips closed over her nipple.
Pure, liquid heat rolled down her spine at the first velvety lick. Her muscles contracted under the sudden spiral of tension that twined in its wake, making her arch. Digging her head into the mattress, her legs bent around his thighs, capturing him as they flexed around the solid feel of his muscle. Right there is where she wanted him, there where the length of his erection pressed down on her aching flesh, making it burn against the denim rubbing against it.
Like a cat lapping at milk, his head dipped to let his tongue lick and roll over her tender tit, making her mew as she ground her pussy harder, desperate to feel him skin to skin. His tongue rolled her nipple, his teeth nibbling across the sensitive disk, teasing and tormenting, but always riling the carnal hunger cresting through her body.
It tore through her in a long, toe-to-head wave that crashed only to be reborn again as he sucked her tinder tip deep into his mouth. The heated massage of kiss her body contracting, winding tighter and tighter until she mewed and whined, trapped in the painful agony of needing more.
Like a call to the wild, he heeded her body’s pleading gyrations. His travels took him from her breasts, and Hailey instantly lodged a complaint as the cool air pebbled her nipples painfully. Digging her freed fingers into the silken locks of his hair, she tried to yank him back into the position, heedless of the way he worked at the waistband of her jeans.
The only solace came in the form of liquid flames as his fingertips barely danced over the sides of her pussy, just flicking past her clit. Crying out in true pain, she rammed her cunt into his hold only to gasp as the rough caress ignited an uncontrollable inferno.
It didn’t matter what he did then as long as he kept grinding that palm down just like that. Hailey panted through the sensations, letting the sugary vines of rapture twine around her, contorting her body as she fought always for just a little more.
* * * *
Kyle got clocked beneath the eye as Hailey’s leg windmilled. Her heel glanced off his cheek and rammed into his shoulder as she about unseated him. Grunting, he worked to get her damn jeans down her legs, having to catch them midair.
Lord, but Hailey was the squirmiest, loudest, most untamed woman he ever fucked. More wild and savage than he ever dared to dream, she lured his own feral nature to the surface. Snarling in annoyance as he finally jerked her jeans free, Kyle didn’t bother to battle for her underwear, but instead shredded the cotton panties barring him from the cunt creaming all over his palm.
Smooth skin gleamed in the shadows, but it wasn’t enough. He waited all these years to have Hailey naked and spread before him, and by God he wanted to enjoy seeing it. Clicking on the bedside light caused her to groan as if he somehow shattered her dream, but the yellow glow only illuminated his greatest fantasy.
Sleek, rounded with the softness of woman and the graceful lines of muscle, Hailey writhed like a sensual goddess across the dark folds of his comforter. The sight of her breasts, flushed and reddened from his mauling had Kyle crawling over her to give them another taste.
As velvety soft and addictively sweet as he remembered, her tits were a delight he could have feasted on for hours but for the rapture of finally feeling her as he always wanted to—skin to skin. Kyle slid his cock easily through the plump, swollen lips of her pussy to be bathed in the sultry embrace of her cunt.
Reckless and impatient, it only took one teasing rub to have Hailey shrieking out and grinding up. Her nails dug into his hips as she began humping herself along his length in a mad dash to find her own release. The sheer audacity of her actions had the Cattleman in him snarling with annoyance as his head came off her breast.
That was his pussy, and it got pleasured when he pleasured it. A lesson he hammered home by letting her wind herself up into a fever pitch of panting and straining before simply lifting free of her hold. She damn near took a chunk out of his side in her refusal to let go.
Her instant reward for causing him to flinch had her nearly lifting off the bed with her scream. Open handed, he walloped her cunt, and it wasn’t even as bad as it could have been given he didn’t have her properly spread. They’d get to that once she calmed down because she reverted into pitching an outright fit. Her own hands daring to come down and tend to the demands of her pushy pussy.
Having had just about enough of her attitude, Kyle brushed aside her as his own tunneled in to trap her clit in a firm pinch. The pressure had her going still, just he like knew it would. Even with the mews seeping out of her throat and the slow grind of her hips as he held her clit, Hailey settled down long enough to focus her fogged-over eyes in his direction.
“You going to need a lot of training, darlin’.”
She surprised him with her ability to actually smirk. “I ain’t never going to be trained, Kyle, so you might as well just get to the fucking. I hear you’re actually supposed to be somewhat good at that.”
That was a challenge if he ever heard one, and no woman, ever, had been dumb enough to challenge him on this. Especially not when he still held her clit in his merciless control. A fact that he reminded her of with a twist as he snarled out a vow.
“You’re going beg, Hailey Mathews. Beg until you go hoarse.”
He didn’t know if Hailey heard him, but she could feel him. Pushing her legs wide, he settled onto his knees between her splayed legs and enjoyed the view. Naked, smooth, pink, and glistening with need, her little cunt showed him all her secrets, and he settled in to take a better look.
Thumbing back the slick folds, Kyle had just tilted his head to take the first lick of his newly claimed cunt when Hailey’s hands jammed into his hair and shoved his face into her pussy. With a matching lift, she slammed her pelvic bone into him, making him bite his own tongue.
“That is it!” Kyle roared.
If he was coming out of this bruised and injured, she’d come out of it not able to walk for the next week. Giving into the urge to gorge himself on every single, delicate inch of her quivering flesh, Kyle unleashed his tongue to devour the pink folds in long, hungry forays that explored the deepest recess of her tender cunt. Barely minding the demand of her swollen bud, Kyle dipped down to fuck into the exquisite vise of her sheath, taking deep, gree
dy laps that had her screaming just as he promised.
“Oh, shit….Kyle! Oh, God, please.”
God wouldn’t help her. He wouldn’t even dare to try and take what was his from Kyle. The very notion had him clenching his fingers into her thighs as he spread her wider to savage the spasming pussy at his mercy. Kyle had none. No compassion. Not for a second did he relent as he fucked her up the cliff and over in a screaming, writhing fit as her sheath clamped down and tried to milk his tongue like a cock.
A thought that had his own dick jerking in angry demand at wasting such a sweet release on a tongue. Kyle reigned in the tirading tyrant with the assurance that it was just the first, the first of many, and his dick would get its due and then some once he obliterated Hailey’s control.
Already she was sputtering, whimpering, trying to shift away from the tongue he had curled around her clit. As her release relaxed from her body, Kyle teased her anew. Keeping his kiss soft and sweet, he gave no indication of just what hell he planned to wreck on her. Instead he waited, waited until she muttered a sleepy protest and brought her hand back to his head.
With a tug, she signaled that she had enough, and Kyle took it as his green light to give her more. Latching down on the clit in a sudden roll of his head, he buried his lips into her pussy and sucked that tiny bud over the hard edge of his teeth.
“KYLE!”
In a screaming buck, Hailey tried to unseat him as he unleashed his fury on her weeping cunt.
That’s right, darlin’, we ain’t done yet. We ain’t even begun.
* * * *
Hailey screamed herself hoarse. As the explosions of euphoric rapture continued to bombard her, they erupted now in nothing more than sobbing whimpers as her body desperately tried to escape the tyrant that savaged her delicate flesh. Kicking, bucking, she twisted in every direction as she sought a way through the catastrophic pleasure he measured out with each forge of his relentless tongue.
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