Cloe blushed to her eyelashes. “Sonny?”
His cheeks flushed pink. “You don’t have to call me that. My real name’s Gavin.”
Her mouth fell open. “It is?”
He nodded. “Gavin Snyder.”
She shifted from one foot to the other. “I don’t think I could ever call you that.”
He smiled. His face looked so much nicer and more inviting than before. He looked handsome, strong and determined. No wonder the girls went wild for him. “So what were you going to ask me?”
She blinked. “I can’t remember now.”
“Well, do you want to have a look inside?”
“Inside—where?”
“Inside the fifth-wheel.”
“Oh.” She had to think a minute. “Okay.”
He opened the door and led the way inside. The thing extended all the way beyond the kitchen and dining table to a big king-sized bed in the back. A brand new comforter tucked under the mattress, and new pillows piled at the end. It looked exactly like a very nice apartment—much nicer than his house.
“Well, this is it. What do you think?”
“I’m sure you’ll be very comfortable.”
“I will be as long as I don’t get a headache. Then I’ll be an ogre.”
She tried to laugh, but nothing seemed right. She couldn’t figure out what to do with herself. She wanted out of this thing, and fast.
He moved down the aisle. “Well, come on in. Do you want to sit down? I can make you a cup of coffee or something.”
She stayed where she was. “Nah. Thanks anyway. I should get going.”
He shot her a grin and waved her forward. “Come here. I want to show you something.”
She walked to his side. He opened a cupboard down below the bed to reveal a bunch of cardboard boxes. She bent over to take a look. “You see? It’s my secret hoard. This is the biggest collection of Sonny McCain memorabilia on the planet. After I die, this will be worth some serious cash, and no one knows it exists.”
She straightened up. “What good will that do you when you’re dead?”
He chuckled low. “Whoever gets this will be rich. It must be worth a couple million dollars.”
She set her hands on her hips. “Is that what you came in here to show me?”
The smile melted off his face. “Actually, I was thinking of giving it to you. Do you want it?”
“I don’t want that!” she cried. “Are you nuts?”
He looked away. “Oh. Well, forget it, then.”
She hesitated. “Is that all you wanted to show me?”
He turned around, and she couldn’t mistake the look on his face if she lived a thousand years. His eyes glittered, and his jaw muscle tensed. “Sit down.”
She gasped out loud. “What?”
He growled through his teeth. “I said sit down.” He didn’t wait for her to do it. He pushed her down on the bed. She sat down hard, and the mattress sank under her weight. She stared up at him in amazement. He did want her. That business of showing her his stuff was just a ruse to get her into the camper.
He loomed large over her, but he didn’t try to touch her. He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. “You want it, don’t you? You came back here because you want it. You want more of the same.”
She stared down at her hands in her lap. Her fingers shook when she laced them together. “Yes.”
“Look at me when I talk to you!” he thundered.
Her eyes shot to his face, and the breath stuck in her throat. What was he doing to her? He wanted her to admit she wanted it. He wanted to see her submissive and willing. Didn’t he know how much she wanted it?
Maybe not. Maybe he thought she disappeared out of his life. He put off leaving in the hope that she would come back, that she would show some sign that she wanted him. Now here she was, sitting on his bed. She admitted she wanted it.
He tensed all over. His chest quivered under his shirt. He strained every fiber to hold himself together. “Move back on the bed and lie down.”
Cloe crawled backward and rested her head on the pillow, but she couldn’t relax. Racking tension tormented her all over. She needed this so bad, but he wouldn’t touch her. He just stood there watching her. She fixed her eyes on the creamy white ceiling. She couldn’t do anything until he told her what to do. So this was what it felt like to belong to someone, body and soul, to lie panting and aching for them, to anticipate their next move.
“Take your clothes off. I want to see you on display for me. I want to see you begging and squirming.”
She stripped off as fast as she could. She spread her body out on the bed. The moment the open air touched her skin, it aroused her in ways no man ever could. It excited her and titillated her beyond endurance. Every pore tingled in insatiable lust. Her nipples stood erect, and her hot juices oozed between her legs.
He watched her from a distance.
Her breath rasped in her throat. She struggled to contain her rising desire, but even her own heaving breasts excited her until she could barely contain herself. She seethed on the bed. She couldn’t stop her thighs gliding against each other, and that thrilled her even more.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see your sweet pussy. Let me see how wet you are right now.”
She inhaled deep breaths to get control of herself, but it did no good.
Goosebumps erupted all over her skin. She lifted her knees and let them sag apart. Oh, dear God, help me! She needed him so bad. She couldn’t stand this.
His breathing came louder, rougher. Was he as turned on as she was? “Touch yourself. I want to see you make yourself come.”
How was she supposed to do that? She never touched herself—ever. She never brought herself to orgasm. She never knew she could until she met him. Just like last time, she had to let her desire show her what to do.
She raised her arms and dragged her fingertips up her sides. Yes, that felt good. She hummed between her lips, but when she closed her eyes, she realized that wasn’t right. She had to look at something, and he stood right there. He wanted to see her, so she would show him. Whatever she could or would do, he could see it.
Didn’t she want him to? Didn’t she want him to bear witness to her desires and fulfill them? His presence anchored her. His burning eyes calmed her to go through with this. She wasn’t dirty. She wasn’t slutty. He wanted her to. He wanted to see her wet and quivering and sucking her breath between her teeth in unholy craven lust.
She came to her breasts. They draped over her sides, and her nipples pointed to the ceiling. She circled them in slow spirals. Tremors rippled down her body to tickle her cunt. Her juices ran down her ass and cooled in the air.
She locked her eyes on his face and spread herself before him. She touched her own breasts until she moaned in delight.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he rumbled. “Does that turn you on?”
“Oh, yes,” she murmured. “Oh, God, I’m so hot right now. Can you see how wet I am?”
He eyed her slit down there between her legs. “Oh, yeah, baby. Touch your pussy for me. Let me see you get yourself off.”
She pinched one nipple between her fingernails. Her other hand dallied down her ivory skin to the black nest between her legs. Her fingers sank into a soggy marsh until she discovered the nub of her clit. She rubbed it a few times before she found out flat fingers felt better.
She laid her three middle fingers over it and swept the wetness in tight, sharp circles. That much she remembered from her first meeting with him. She arched her back and moaned against the rising flood.
He growled down at her. He stroked his crotch through his pants, but he didn’t take his cock out. He rubbed it sideways and pumped it against his hand. “That’s it, baby. Let me see you scream for me. Come on, baby. I want to hear you come. Huh? Does that feel good? Do you like that? Do you like showing yourself off to me?”
“Oh, yeah. Oh, God, I’m so fucking hot right now. I need you, baby
. I need you so bad.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, sweetness? Huh? Do you want my cock in that hot little pussy of yours?”
“Oh, Jesus, please give it to me? I need it so bad.” She never knew she could beg like this. She never knew she could talk dirty to a man. She never knew a dirty-talking man could turn her on so much. She wanted his cock. She wanted him to fuck her the way he did the first time. She wanted him to make her admit how much she needed him.
Hot blood rushed to her cheeks. She left off playing with her nipple and went to work on herself with both hands. She dabbled her fingers in her wet slit and rubbed her clit harder and faster. She panted and moaned. The closer she came to orgasm, the more he stroked himself. He shoved his hand down his pants and handled his cock.
She clamped her eyes shut against the freight train barreling down on her. It was coming, coming closer all the time. She needed it. She sipped it closer until it blasted over her in shrieking fury. It hauled her down into its black self, and the climactic explosions rocketed her away.
She screamed. She hurled her hips in the air against her own maddening hands. She gave herself over to her orgasm, even though she knew this was nothing but a warm-up.
Lightning quick, he attacked her in all his ferocious mania. He pried her legs apart and dove between her legs. He lapped the gushing juices from her pussy and tormented her sore clit to shuddering agony.
He mouthed her up and down. He licked from her ass all the way up to her heaving mound. He spread her juices all over her, all over himself, and mingled his saliva with them. He quickened her flagging energy to fresh bouts of screeching ecstasy.
She laced her fingers behind her head and bucked against his face. She whined and pleaded. She wanted more. She wanted so much more. She wanted his cock and his fingers and his face. This was it. This was the erotic fantasy she dreamed about so many lonely nights without him.
All of a sudden, he stood up. He squared his shoulders and fingered the stiff rod poking through his pants. “Turn over, baby. I want to see that ass.”
She obeyed without question. That’s one lesson she learned from him last time. When he told her to do something, she did it. Whatever he wanted her to do, he would only excite her and please her more.
She rolled over on her stomach, but she didn’t stop touching herself. She raised her hips in the air and diddled her clit from underneath.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Don’t stop. Make yourself come. I want to see your ass.”
Her wetness swallowed her fingers. She could barely feel them anymore. She only felt the mounting energy coursing through her. She was so close, she could taste it. Her scented vapors filtered into her nostrils.
Far away, he snarled under his breath. “You little demon, you. You want that, don’t you? You like to fuck me, don’t you? Do you want a hard cock in that ass of yours? Huh? Is that what you want? Come on, baby. Let me hear you moan for it. You want to bend over and take my cock in that pussy of yours?”
He didn’t expect any answer to these questions. He talked as much to himself as to her. She looked back at him once. He had his pants open and his cock in his hand. He stroked himself while he watched her.
She couldn’t look anymore. She couldn’t watch him harden himself to destroy her. She set her chin on the comforter. She closed her eyes and moaned the fleeting climax rushing through her. She didn’t have to look at him to see him standing behind her with his cock hard and ready in his hand. She wanted to taste that cock in every hole. She wanted to drink his salty mixture and leave him breathless the way he left her.
At that moment, another catastrophic climax blasted her apart. She caught her breath in aching anticipation. The next moment, the ragged screams wrenched out of her very soul. His murmurs rose to shouts and he yanked himself harder. “Yeah! Come on, baby. Oh, fuck, yeah.”
She humped her own hands. Her ass rose and fell to her rhythm. She didn’t have to wonder what he saw back there. He had her on his bed. He made her come. In half a second, his iron bulk descended over her and crushed her into the bed. She took her hands out from under her, but his cock already wormed between her legs. He planted his knees on either side of her hips, and that wicked demon cock plunged into her molten cave.
He held her legs together with his knees, but his cock never failed to find its way into her. He would take her, no matter what she did. He weaseled between her puffy lips. No force on Earth could keep him out of her now.
She tried to back into him, but he pushed her down. He pinned one mighty hand behind her neck and crammed her face into the bed. “Take it, baby. Take it so hard.”
His hard dick plowed through her gushing juices to the red center of her being. He bumped over the swollen entrance, and another blistering orgasm hit her. Where would it stop? It would never stop as long as he kept fucking her. He took her from every angle, and every new position brought her to the heights of ecstasy. This bed would be no different.
He drove his shaft between her butt cheeks, and his rigid length shot into her.
He banged her cervix and bounced away. He planted his other arm on the bed and flexed his washboard abs to pound that piston home.
She couldn’t look at him with her face smashed into the pillow. She could relax and let him do the work. She howled and screeched to her heart’s content while he nailed her harder than ever.
His pelvis shivered her milky-white ass. He slapped the sweat, jizz and honey all over her creamy flesh.
She lost count of how many orgasms he gave her. She went limp in glorious pleasure until his cock dribbled out on a river of juice. His body vanished from above her. She never got a chance to wonder what he was doing. He climbed off the bed and seized her by the ankles.
He hauled her to the edge and hoisted her to her feet still sobbing in mortal fulfillment. He stood her on her feet and balanced her to stop her from toppling over. He tightened his back and aimed his dick between her legs.
He eased it into her cunt still standing up. He never checked his advance until he delved back inside her hidden orifice. He fucked her standing on her own two feet so she had no choice but look him in the face.
He took one meaty handful of ass. The other hand clasped her behind the neck. He held her to him against his penetrating thrusts. He slipped back and forth between her wet folds until the steaming nectar bathed his smoldering cock.
All the time, he kept her hypnotized with his penetrating eyes. What did he think when he looked at her?
Did he care at all about her the way she cared about him? She was nothing but a hole to stick his dick in. That’s all she would ever be, and she didn’t care.
As long as he let her stay near him, as long as he gave her this mind-blowing ecstasy, he could think what he wanted about her. He could call her every bad name in the book. He let her get on her knees and suck his cock. He let her crawl all over the floor for his pounding treatment. That’s what she wanted, and that’s what he gave her.
His mouth worked in silent curses, but all his breath went to fuel his raging hard-on. He plunged to her deepest anatomy. When he withdrew, he lingered at her entrance until she exploded in shrieking orgasms all over again.
On and on it went. When would he stop? Never, if she knew anything about him. He nagged her until she squirted her syrup all over his cock. It dripped off his balls and sprinkled her thighs when he swung in for another thrust.
Cloe held onto his arms and begged for mercy, but her begging got all mixed up with pleas for him to do her even harder. She couldn’t get enough. She wanted him, even as she feared and worshiped him. He was everything. She couldn’t escape.
Just when she thought she couldn’t bear it any longer, he took his throbbing cock away from her again. He left that gaping hole yawning inside her. She could never fill that hole with anything but pulsating man meat. Nothing would ever satisfy her hunger again. She felt like had to keep stuffing herself full of it until she died.
He took hold of he
r shoulders and turned her around. She didn’t know what to expect. He backed her against him, and her ass touched his upturned cock. She would have fallen if he hadn’t held her up. He laid his hand flat against her stomach and showed her where to go. He burrowed between her legs, and their wetness sealed them together.
He angled her hips back to meet him. She would have bent over to take him, but he grabbed her shoulder in his other hand. He held her upright so she couldn’t bend. He pumped between her butt cheeks into her and her thighs held her pussy tight closed.
Her ass spanked his damp pubic hair. Her thighs rippled down to her knees, but he didn’t stop. He stuffed her full of himself. He answered every aching need she never knew she had until nothing remained but clear, bright joy. So this was what her curvy body was made for. What her rounded ass was made to do. He bonked it to pieces and christened her to undying perfection.
Chapter 7
In her dreams, Cloe shoved her hands into her jacket pockets. She hunched her shoulders to protect her, even though the desert sun scorched brighter and hotter every minute. A chill rattled her teeth. She shivered, but she couldn’t get warm.
The preacher read something out of his Bible. Then he sprinkled crumbs of Earth over the coffin. Cloe stared down at the black enamel box, but she couldn’t weep. Blank emptiness filled her soul. Nothing would ever fill it again.
The preacher finished his speech and walked away. Cloe remained behind. She couldn’t take her eyes off the coffin. In all directions, all the way out to the circular horizon, not another living soul saw, heard or cared. She and she alone stood by Sonny’s grave to wish him good-bye.
She woke with a start. Black night surrounded the fifth-wheel. She lay still and listened to Sonny breathing next to her in the big bed. She only checked her phone once in three days. She ignored the several dozen messages from her editor. Nothing else on it called her back to her old life, either.
How long did she really intend to stick around here, screwing Sonny McCain? Something had to give. She eased herself over on her side so she could watch him sleep. He looked downright peaceful at times like these. He never looked peaceful at other times. He looked ferocious, insatiable and wildly fierce.
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