“You should’ve told me you’re a scaredy-cat, Sophia.” Pressing the pause button on the remote, he felt her slump exaggeratedly before removing her hands from her face to crinkle her nose up at him.
“I’m not a scaredy-cat! I just don’t like horror. I thought it was going to be a cheesy B-rate movie that was too bad to be scary.” Snickering at the defense, Dylan turned his eyes back to the television but Sophia only continued to frown. Her focus slowly wandered to his warmth and how solid he was against her. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had such a good time with a guy. Most of her friends were taken and she didn’t really date. Tonight had been a grim reminder of how hollow her life was. Watching a scary movie was way out of her comfort zone but here she was watching it anyway.
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“Hey-” Redirecting her attention at the call, Sophia tilted her head but before she could so much as hum in acknowledgment Dylan’s lips were on hers. Stunned by the sudden turn of events, she tensed and stared at the parts of his face she could see without going cross eyed. His kiss was quick but firm, and it felt like it went on a lot longer than a mere second.
When he did pull away she just continued to stare before her mouth once again ran away from her.
“I- I thought it was just a date?” Stuttering, Sophia automatically licked her lips as nerves tickled her belly. It only made her aware of the taste of peppermint that wasn’t what her own toothpaste tasted like. So close to her, Dylan simply lifted one shoulder in a half shrug before opening his mouth.
“I just figured I’d try it. No pressure.” Sophia blinked slowly at Dylan’s sorry explanation as it flowed in one ear. He looked so calm and serious while she was having an inner breakdown. It made her a little angry that he’d kiss her and say ‘no pressure’ so nonchalantly. Unsure of how to respond, she kept silent. Even the quiet that surrounded them wasn’t heavy or burdened, though.
It was just there. No expectation. No weight of any kind.
“But you said you weren’t going to have sex tonight.”
“I said I didn’t plan on having sex with Jocelyn. We might’ve been going on a date but even online I felt like there wasn’t anything there.” Dylan could’ve winced at the way he said those words, but somehow he refrained. It was hard to remember that Sophia was Jocelyn’s cousin. The incident that brought them together only hours ago was hardly worth remembering. Frankly he’d had a much better night than he expected.
“Uh- okay… Are you going to put on that movie again if I say ‘no’?” Watching Dylan’s lips pull into a smirk, Sophia felt heat creep into her cheeks. Secretly she hoped he would say ‘yes’, but the rational part of her mind told her to call a cab. They only went on one date, and she wasn’t the kind of person to sleep with someone on the first date.
Then again, they’d had a great time together. Nothing indicated that a little extra fun would change anything for the worse.
“Do you want me to blackmail you with scary movies? ‘Cause I will even if it’s not tonight. I had a fun time with you, Sophia.” Sophia’s eyebrows bowed even more but if she were brutally honest with herself she had nothing better to do. Jocelyn was probably stewing at their apartment, so going home wasn’t a good idea. She also didn’t want to have to watch this zombie movie if there was a much more pleasurable alternative. Dylan was flirting with her in a teasing way, but she knew he was serious. If she didn’t want to she could say so and he’d drop it for now.
It was that exact reason she nodded hesitantly.
“Yeah. Let’s do it. But you have to come with me back home tomorrow so Jocelyn doesn’t kick my ass.” At the singular condition Dylan nodded firmly, and this time it was Sophia that initiated the kiss. Despite being rather chubby for her height, she was comfortable with her body. A lot of her extra weight was in her butt and breasts, anyway. Covering his mouth with her own, Sophia ignored the voice in her head that said this was a bad idea. In this day and age meeting someone she liked and that liked her didn’t happen often without internet intervention. It might not have been the typical dating website hook up, but she’d probably never date unless something bizarre happened.
Focusing on the kiss, Sophia found she quite liked how Dylan tasted. She liked the way his arm squeezed her from its position around her back while his free hand crept up to palm her cheek.
Only a few moments went by before Dylan pushed his tongue passed her lips, but Sophia didn’t really protest. Behind her green and blue stripped tank top her nipples were beginning to firm and her body temperature was rising. Her hands roamed aimlessly up his arms and over his shoulders. Kissing her deeply, his fingers began to trail down over her jaw and towards her collar bone. Excitement rushed in her veins and she inched closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“You’re a good kisser.” Mumbling, Sophia leaned forward until Dylan was settled against the back of the couch. Under her he huffed out a chuckle, and she smiled in reply even as he cupped the back of her head. Lifting her leg, she moved to straddle him and felt the heat spreading through her flare to life. Even though they were both wearing jeans her body was ready. She rolled her hips experimentally and liked the way his hands immediately gripped her love handles. Pushing down on her hips, and lifted his own and it made a small moan escape the seal of their mouths.
“You are too, Sophia.” Dylan fingered the hem of Sophia’s shirt as he complimented her, and it was only then that she pulled away. Her breath came in short, shallow pants and her face was hot. Then again he wasn’t fairing too much better as his own breath hitched when she unceremoniously pulled her shirt up and over her head.
“Holy shit.” Palming her breasts with both his hands, Dylan’s slur came out husky and Sophia felt feminine pride bloom inside her. Leaning down, she wrapped her own hands around his in encouragement, a smile cracking her swelling lips.
“I think that’s an oxymoron.” Dark eyes flashed up at her own, and her smile grew. Instead of offering a verbal reply his hands jerked her down. She only barely managed not to make some unattractive noise but it quickly flowed out anyway when he clamped his teeth on her nipple.
Closing her eyes with a moan, Sophia rolled her hips as her core began to burn. Dylan wasn’t too gentle with her, but she actually liked it. His rough treatment turned her on in a way it hadn’t before. Maybe it was because he wasn’t too harsh, but she didn’t know and wasn’t going to question it now. Sucking on her pert, rosy bud, he let out a groan of satisfaction. It didn’t take long for his fingers to roll and squeeze and pinch at her right nipple as well. Holding his wrists tightly, small gasps and almost noises fell from her mouth as her hips moved steadily to and fro.
“Jesus- shit… D- Dylan...” Sophia’s high pitched call was soft but Dylan still pulled away. Instead he attacked her neck and mouth, abandoning her breasts completely. His hands traveled lower as he nipped at her bottom lip for entry she freely gave. The fastenings on her jeans were no match, and her flushed skin quivered as his fingers slipped past her waistline.
“You’re so ready, baby.”
Somehow Sophia managed to wiggle out of her shoes, and Dylan’s fingers barely grazed her core before she stood up to work her way out of her jeans. Rushing through the slightly awkward transition, she glanced up to watch him kick off his own shoes and follow her lead. Standing naked over him, she felt powerful as he took off his t-shirt.
“Don’t space out on me now, Sophia.” Frowning at the jibe, Sophia saw the twinkle in Dylan’s eye before she shook her head.
“I don’t like being on top though.” Puffing up her top lip, she crossed her arms under her bust as he let out another huff of a laugh. She quite enjoyed being able to joke around during such an intimate act. Before her, he pushed himself to his feet before both of his hands once again landed on her hips.
“Well, can’t have you workin’ up a sweat, can we? People might think you’re exercising.” Turning until she was in front of the couch, Dylan bent Sophia at the waist as she st
ruggled not the laugh at his joke. She just didn’t have time when he nudged her entrance with the tip of his cock. Until that moment she hadn’t really paid attention to it because she was too distracted by other, less important things. Now that seemed like a mistake even as she spread her legs a bit wider and held the fabric of the couch.
Sophia sucked in air through her teeth as Dylan entered her. It was a slow process, but it still stung. Clenching the couch cushion tightly, she squeezed her eyes closed. A lightness filled her skull, and she almost didn’t hear his strong curses from behind her. His own hands held her waist firmly and occasionally his fingernails scraped her skin.
“Fuck- fuck…” Holding her breath, Sophia groaned softly as Dylan just as slowly pulled out of her channel. She had to force herself not to cum and the effort was wreaking havoc on her. Beneath her, her arms and legs began to tremble.
“Shit-” Dylan thrust back into her and Sophia let out a squeak. She could feel the ridges of his cock as the length caressed her channel. Her velvet walls shuddered and closed in around him, burning with anticipation.
“Sophia… God, I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard.” Pushing up her backside at the growling tone, Sophia let out another soft cry as Dylan set a steady, hard pace. Already her orgasm was boring down on her, but she didn’t want to lose it yet. Savoring the feeling of him entering and exiting her, she closed her eyes just before his palms slid up her back to wrap around her shoulders.
“Don’t cum until I say so...” In and out; it was all Sophia could feel. Dylan’s words sounded like they were coming through a tunnel, and her skin felt too tight for her body. Grinding her teeth together at the rhythmic pounding against her ass, a strangled noise was all that would escape her throat. Sweat formed on her flesh, and her toes curled tightly against the carpet of unimportant color.
Only by the grace of God did Sophia manage to keep her orgasm from ripping her apart for what seemed like a long time. It was when Dylan tangled his hand in her short hair that she couldn’t hold it in any longer. Arching her back, her thighs struggled to come together and a loud moan tore from her chest. For a second even her heart stuttered and her muscles locked up. Inside her she could feel his length in extreme detail as her walls closed in around him. Her head felt like it was filled with air and in that moment everything was simply white.
It was a color she hated with a passion but in this instance it seemed fitting.
“Yes-s-s… cum on my cock, Sophia...” The tide of her orgasm hadn’t even died down in the least when Dylan picked up his pace. He nailed her harder, faster, and grunted with the effort of it. What was only supposed to be one mind blowing orgasm turned into two and Sophia felt her abdomen cramp from how tightly it was being twisted.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Crying out with each thrust, Sophia felt the world around her snap into place. Her lungs begged for oxygen while her body begged for more. Behind her Dylan shoved himself in her with a rough snap of his hips again and again. With every slap that sounded his grip on her shoulders tightened.
“Fuck- I gotta cum-”
“Don’t! Don’t-t cum in- ins- inside me-e… ah-h-h.” Against her own ears Sophia’s demand didn’t sound very legible, but Dylan must’ve understood because he suddenly pulled out of her completely. It took a fraction of a second to feel the hot ropes of his seed spurting onto her back. Panting heavily, she let her knees come together before shakily half-falling to the floor. Next to her he soon followed, using what she assumed was his t-shirt to wipe her off before pulling her into his lap.
“Wow...” Mumbling, Sophia rested her head on Dylan’s shoulder to wait for her body to calm down and her mind to stop spinning. Against her ear his heart pounded an erratic tattoo in his chest that mirrored hers. His fingers shook against her thighs in a way that mirrored her own. His chest heaved just like hers did.
“Do you want to do this again next weekend? We can watch a chick flick instead.” Dylan only spoke up after his breathing had returned to normal, and Sophia nodded instantly without much thought.
“Yeah. I do.”
THE END
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Laws of Passion
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Nick DuPont inherits his grandfather’s ranch in the west and decides to move there. While there, Nick discovers that there is a very hot woman that runs a saloon in town when he goes there for a drink the first night. The next time that he visits the saloon, he is in the company of his friend, biker Gary Stiles and they are just in time to foil an attempted robbery by outlaws.
Solange Smith is taken by Nick's looks from the very first time that she sees him, and when he comes with his friend to save the day as outlaws attack her saloon, she decides to surrender to him. She lets him choose whether to share her with his best friend or not.
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“I still can't believe that you actually opted to move to the country, Nick,” Gary said to his longtime friend over the phone.
“Well, the thing is that I figured that since my grandpa left me a ranch out south, I might as well go there and see how it goes. I'm going down there next week probably. From what I gather, it is a pretty sizeable piece out there, and I just might put it to better use so that we can make some profit out of it,” Nick said to Gary, excitement actually bubbling through him at the thought of moving south to Austin.
“So, what does the ranch deal in?” Gary asked as a matter of fact.
“Well, Gary, what do you think that ranches deal in apart from cattle and horses. I wanna go down there and make it the best cattle ranch ever, and maybe once I'm there, I could invite you over to see how things are going,” Nick said.
“I think that would be swell. I guess that means that you are now going to be a cowboy of sorts, huh, I can't wait to see how well you can ride a horse,” Gary laughed, running his fingers through his long hair before taking his beer bottle and drinking from it.
“You might not believe this, but I've been riding horses ever since I was a kid. I was even a jokey for a time when I was in the army,” Nick said, signing out of his computer and shutting it down.
“I happen to be one of your closest friends, and yet I feel as if I know so little about you,” Gary contemplated.
“Well, the thing is that there are things that we have never gotten around to talking about, and one of them happens to be horses. Anyway, I have got to go, I need to put my accounts in order so that I can start preparing for the purchase of new cattle and a slaughterhouse for the ranch. By the time that I'm done with that place, I am going to be a Texas legend,” Nick said, pulling the brim of his Stetson a little lower over his face as he grabbed his laptop bag and walked out of his office.
Nick had been taken by surprise a week earlier when he had received a call from a law firm telling him that he had just inherited a huge chunk of ranchland in Austin after the death of his grandfather. It had come quite as a surprise because he had not known that he had any living relatives at all. Upon hiring a private investigator, he had discovered that Francis Ford was indeed his biological grandfather and that he was the only bloodline left, apart from some cousins of his who had moved north to New York and could not be traced.
He was pretty excited to find that he had some relatives and even a grandfather that had taken the time to hire an investigator to find out if he was still alive. Nick's mother had died when he was barely six and then his father died while he was still in high school. When his father died, life had been hard for the young teenager, but he had worked hard in his studies while living with a well-wisher. As soon as he had graduated from high school, Nick had enlisted to the army because he did not want to feel like a burden to the well-wishers that he was living with, and it was from there that he had begun his life.
Due to his brilliance, Nick had quickly shot up the ranks within a span of a couple of years, before retiring to start his own business. He now dealt in supplying of construction material to
many growing cities, and had quickly became a millionaire. Still, with all the money that he had, Nick had never really found true happiness. Maybe it was due to the fact that he felt so alone in the world due to no family. He had been in and out of relationships but could never quite find the reason to settle down with one woman. Most of the women that he met were just the usual gold diggers after him because they knew that with his sort of money, he could offer them a bright future where they did not have to work a day in their lives.
He had completely given up any hope in life until the law firm had contacted him last week, and that had seemed to bring some sort of life back into his life. When he had sent out a private investigator to find out whether Francis Ford was indeed his grandfather and reports had come that he even had some other relatives up north, it had given him renewed strength for life. He would look for them while in the meantime also looking for love. He was not getting any younger, at twenty-eight, and he was under constant pressure to get hitched, since most of his friends had already done so.
“Anita, could you please write out a check for half a million dollars to my newly acquired ranch. And please book me a flight down to Austin, I think that there is a lot of work that needs to be done down there, and I want to be there to do it personally,” he said to his young personal assistant, who sat at her desk dressed in a sexy outfit that showed off her cleavage in the most arousing way.
“Yes Sir, why don’t you let me come down with you, I have a good history with ranches, having been brought up on one, and my help could come in handy,” she said in her western accent, standing up to hand him some papers.
As usual, Anita was dressed to kill, the short dress that she was wearing hugging her body in a sexy way, and coming down to her mid-thighs. She had white milky thighs that could drive any man crazy, and many a time Nick had thought of making a hit on her just so that he could get in between them. He always stopped himself right on time since he knew the sort of scandals that such flings could cause. He was the one that made sure that his staff all dressed to kill. To him it was one way of bringing business to his business, and it always worked. He personally handpicked every staff member that worked in his office, be it female or male, always making sure to employ those that not only had brains, but were also attractive in a sexually appealing way.
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