by Madison Faye
His lips fasten around my clit, his fingers push deep inside. And when his tongue swirls across my aching bud, it’s more than I can resist anymore.
I scream, crying out as the orgasm explodes through me like a firestorm. My legs shake, my hips bucking against his face as his amazing mouth pushes me over that edge. I can feel his tongue against my clit and my fingers, sucking and lapping and licking me right through my climax until I’m panting for air.
He spins me roughly, and I moan as I feel him start to kiss up the backs of my thighs. My jeans and panties are still tangled at my knees as he pushes me against the wall. His strong hands slide up my legs, his lips trailing as he spreads them wide. One of my palms and my cheek go flat against it, my breath catching and panting and my pulse still fire through my veins. The other — the one chained to him — he pulls back behind my back, our fingers entwining as he stands.
His body molds to mine, and when I feel that rock-hard, huge, thick cock throb right against my slick, eager pussy, I moan and arch back against him.
“Eager girl,” he growls right into my ear. His swollen cock head nudges over me, easing hands-free between my soft lips to center at my opening.
“You got away from me once,” he purrs into my ear, his muscles rippling as he pins me to the wall with his big cock just teasing against my pussy. Slowly, he pushes forward, and when that thick, hot, perfect cock head slips inside of me, I hiss in pleasure as I melt against him.
“You got away from me once. But believe me, princess,” he growls into my ear, nipping at the lobe as he pushes the head inside.
“You ain’t getting away from me again.”
Chapter 8
Shepherd
She feels like heaven. She feels like original sin, wrapped tight around my cock like a silken glove.
…She feels like home.
Fuck, sliding into her pussy feels like everything I’ve always been looking for in life, and everything I’ve never found. But somehow, I’ve found it with the mouthy little spitfire from the bar last night — the wild, untamed, fierce little hellcat chained to my damn wrist.
The thick swollen head of my cock slips inside of her impossibly tight little pussy, and I groan deeply. I look down, the beast inside of me roaring as I watch my fat head ease inside her slick, pink lips. Fuck, she grips me so tightly, her slippery heat pulling and sucking me inside, so eager for me to fill her up.
And I’m happy to oblige.
I growl as I push forward, and when another inch or two slides inside, she moans deeply, hissing in pleasure. I grunt, one hand gripping her hip so tight I know I’m gonna leave marks on her skin. The other is entwined with hers, our fingers locked as I pin that hand behind her back. She claws at the wall, panting into it as I push another few inches inside. Her eyes roll back, and this fucking hot as hell sound whimpers from her lips.
Goddamn, fucking her is like fucking a wildcat, and I’m ready to hang on for dear life.
I drive the rest of my cock inside, and when my abs are pressed against her soft, round ass, we both groan in pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps, her back arched as she grinds back into me.
“Missed me, did you?” I growl, rocking into her and letting her feel my thick, throbbing head deep against her womb.
Where I belong. Where my cock belongs. And before I’m done, I’m going to show her that’s where my cum belongs, too.
“Says the guy who was all bent out of shape that I left without leaving my number on the nightstand?” she teases back.
I grin. She likes pushing my buttons. She likes being the tease, and getting under my skin. Well, if she thinks that’s going to get me all riled up though?
…She’s completely right.
I growl as I pull back, her sweet little cunt pulling at my cock and clinging so tight, so sweetly until just the thick head is lodged inside.
“Well I think this hot little pussy missed me,” I groan. I roll my hips, teasing her, pushing just the head in and out until her whines of pleasure fill the small cabin. She pushes back, trying to get me inside, but I keep her pinned with my hand.
“Uh-uh, sweetheart, I think I'm going to need a please before I let you have this.”
She moans in frustration.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers.
“What’s the magic word?”
I let the head slip free of her, and when I push it back and forth across her clit, she whimpers so fucking sweetly.
“Do it,” she hisses.
“I’m gonna to need to hear you say—”
“Please fuck me?”
Bingo.
I line my cock up, push the head inside, and then drive it balls deep in one stroke. She cries out in pleasure, moaning wildly as I grunt, pulling back and then driving in once again. Our bodies slam together, my abs against her sweet little ass, my balls slapping her clit with every thrust.
There’s nothing held back. No more teasing, no more making her beg. This isn’t making love, this is raw, untamed, unbridled, un-goddamn-hinged fucking. This is the lid on whatever I tried to bottle up from last night blasting back off under the pressure of it all.
…This is me making sure she never forgets the feel of my cock filling her like this.
I fuck her hard and deep, feeling her walls rippling up and down my shaft, her honeyed juices dripping down my fucking balls.
“You know what they say about little girls who play wild-west robbers and go looking for trouble?”
“They get the drop on pretty-boy cowboys who underestimate them?”
I grin, fair enough.
“Nah, princess,” I groan, leaning over her, my lips by her ear. “They find it.”
I rock into her, my cock pistoning in and out, her pussy sliding wetly up and down my shaft.
“You know this is…oh fuck,” she whimpers. “You know this is just me giving you another pity fuck right? You know, since I got the money over you?”
“A pity fuck huh?” I growl, my jaw tightening. I pull her hand back by the handcuff, pulling it down over her ass as I thrust into her. Our fingers entwine, and I slide both our hands down over that apple ass until she can feel her slippery, sticky lips stretched so tight around my fat cock.
She whimpers as I slide her fingers over where we join, slowing my rhythm to really let her feel it. My slick cock glides in and out of her, her fingers tracing over the sticky shaft as I fill her over and over. My muscles ripple and when I press her fingers right against her own pussy, letting her feel me fucking her like that, she starts to moan these soft, high squeals of pleasure.
“You always get this fucking wet for a pity fuck, sweetheart? Does your tight little cunt always get this eager, clinging to my cock like you never want to let it go? Like it’s so fucking hungry for my cum you can’t even wait?”
I drive in, her fingers spreading around my shaft and her lips.
“Keep your fingers right there, princess,” I growl. “I want you to feel it when your hungry little pussy comes all over my cock. I want you to feel how it floods my big dick with that sweet girl-cum, and when I pump my seed into you? Oh you’re gonna feel that too. You’re gonna feel me empty my balls into this hot little pussy until it runs down your legs.”
I fuck her harder, faster — my cock pistoning in and out. And goddamn, does she keep her hand right there. My cock spears through her fingers on every thrust, her soft, feather touch driving me fucking insane. I grip her hip harder, spreading her ass for my hungry gaze as I drive my cock into her again and again.
My hand lets go of hers and slides up, my thumb tracing wetly over her skin. And when I tease it over her tight little asshole, goddamn does she start to go wild. She moans louder, thrusting back into me, clawing at the wall as she rubs her pussy and my cock.
Well goddamn, this little hellcat has a dirty side.
“Oh I think someone likes that,” I growl, rubbing my thumb in a slow circles around her tight little ring. “I think someone wants to feel this h
ot little ass open up for me.”
“Fuck, oh fuck,” she whines. “I’m—”
“Oh I know you are, sweetheart,” I growl. “And I’m going to get you there.”
I ease my thumb into her, and when her impossibly tight asshole slowly opens for me, I groan. My thumb slips inside, and she goes wild, screaming in pleasure as her pussy starts to leak that slippery cream of hers all over my balls. I drive into her, my cock swelling up, my balls tightening as the cum boils inside of them. Sweat drips down both of our bodies, muscles clenching and rippling as I fuck this gorgeous little firecracker with every single thing I have.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline form the heist.
Maybe it’s that sass of hers getting under my skin.
Or maybe she’s just the most incredible, gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Maybe last night hooked into something inside of me I didn’t even know I had and won’t let go of now.
…Maybe fucking her is the best thing I’ve ever felt.
My cock slams in and out, her pussy clamps down oh-so-tight around me, and her ass spasms on my thumb.
“You were a bad girl playing with guns and trying to take that money, you know,” I growl. “You were a bad girl letting some stranger fuck this tight little cunt last night in the back of his truck.”
I rock my thick, swollen cock into her, making her scream in pleasure as she starts to come undone.
“So why don’t you be a good girl for me now, princess,” I groan, my world tumbling on its axis. “Why don’t you be a good girl and make this wet little pussy come for me.”
I drive in as deep as I can, and both of us just explode.
She screams, pushing back into me as her pussy grips onto me so tightly. She squeezes me like a velvet, silken vise, rippling up and down my length as the orgasm explodes through her. And I can’t hold off any longer.
I let go with a groan, my balls pulsing against her clit, and my shaft throbbing between her fingers as the cum jets out of me. I grunt, grinding into her and pumping rope after thick rope of my cum deep inside that perfect little cunt, until finally, we come to a panting halt.
I gasp for air, holding her just like that and feeling the heat of her surround me. Slowly, I pull my thumb free of her, and when I ease my cock out, I can feel my hot, sticky cum trickling down her thighs.
“Oh fuck that was good,” she whimpers, unsteady on her feet as I catch her and pull her to me. She twists in my arms, and when our lips crush together, damned if the world doesn’t just stop turning.
Damned if my heart doesn’t just fucking melt right there.
Chapter 9
Chastity
Water drips from my skin, and I feel heat tease through me as his arms wrap around my body. The steam from the shower clouds the small bathroom, but when I look up into his eyes, I can see clearly.
…I can see more clearly than maybe I’m even ready to see.
Because this man ignites something inside of me — something wild and fierce. Part of it feels like he’s the gasoline to the fire I’ve always had blazing inside of me. Part of it feels like he’s the spark that sets the whole thing roaring.
Whatever it is though, I can’t push it away. I can’t pretend it’s not there, or that this is just some random bar fling. Whatever this is, it’s a lot bigger than that, and it both scares me and gets me going at the same time.
Showering with someone you’re handcuffed to is, well, interesting. Showering with someone you’re handcuffed to who looks like him, and who just screwed you so good you almost thought you’d go cross-eyed? Well, that’s just plain fun. The fact that we literally had to cut one sleeve off of his shirt and use some tricky yoga-looking moves to get mine off certainly didn’t hurt.
He goes to pull a towel around me, and both of us swear as it gets tangled in the handcuff chain.
“You really don’t have a backup key?”
“A bunch, actually. This has all just been part of my master plan to seduce you into my cabin hideout. You got me.”
He grins and I roll my eyes. But suddenly, he’s pulling me against him, my wet body molding to his. My pulse races, and I can feel my nipples puckering to points and dragging across his muscled chest.
“Okay, no more bullshit,” he growls quietly. “What’s your name?”
I laugh. Yeah, somehow, I’ve just taken a shower with this man, after fucking him for the second time, and after robbing a meth house with him — all fairly intimate things — and I still don’t even know his name. Part of me is tempted to keep that going, and to just never let reality take this utter craziness back into the real world, but I let that go.
With the way I’m feeling about my rough, wild cowboy? Yeah, I want to know his name. I want to know it so that I can moan it later.
“What’s yours?”
“Shepherd. Shepherd Bronson.” His eyes dart over mine, one brow arching like he’s looking for recognition. “The Shepherd Bronson.”
I giggle. “I mean, should I know you?”
He sighs. “You don’t really follow rodeo do you?”
I snort. “No.”
Shepherd grins. “Fair enough. Now spill. Who are you, princess?”
“Chastity,” I say quietly. “Chastity Huntington.”
If he recognizes the last name, he doesn’t show it. And I want to admonish myself. Heck, I didn’t know his name from his world. How presumptuous is it that I think he’d know mine from my world?
Instead, he just smirks.
“What?”
“Chastity?”
I glare at him. “Yes?”
“No, it’s just…you know, not the name I’d have guessed for a girl like you.”
My eyes narrow. “Meaning?”
“Meaning you fucked a guy you just met in the back of a pickup in a dive bar parking—”
I slap him. Hard.
Shepherd swears, hissing as he turns his head. He whips his gaze back to me, his eyes blazing fire as his jaw tightens.
“I fucked you, ass.”
Slowly, he grins. But that fire stays blazing in his eyes, and that grin is more hungry than anything else. His arms slide around my nude body, and I gasp as he pulls me tighter to him. I can feel his cock thickening against my skin, pulsing between my thighs as he grows harder and harder, which only makes me wetter, and only makes me want him all over again.
“Yeah you did,” he growls lowly. His hands slide down to cup my ass, and I gasp as he suddenly lifts me up and into him. My legs go around his waist, my one arm draping around his neck. I whimper as his mouth crushes to mine, and when he strides across the small cabin, I can feel heat pooling through me.
Shepherd — my cowboy has a name now, after all — moves towards the small bed against one wall. He spins us, his lips searing to mine and his tongue tasting mine as he slowly sits on the edge. My legs spread around his muscled hips, and when I feel his rock-hard cock throbbing right against my dripping wet, eager pussy, I moan into him.
“See, you went and got all clean,” he groans. “You went and soaped me right off of you.”
I moan, kissing him deeply as I roll my hips. His swollen crown drags across my lips, making me whimper in pleasure. “And what are we going to do about that then?” I whisper into his lips.
“I think it means I just need to give you more of my cum. I think it means you better spread those legs for me, Chastity. You better raise that tight little ass up and then sink it right down on top of this big cock. I think it means you better slide down every inch and ride me like a good girl so I can fill that greedy little cunt up with more of my cum.
Holy fuck. My head spins as I kiss him, and for a second, I legitimately wonder if it’s possible to come from just dirty talk alone.
“There we go,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips as he raises me up. His fat cock head settles against my lips, and when I roll my hips and sink down over it, we both hiss in pleasure.
I ease down more, sinking another gloriously thick inch of h
im into me, and feeling him stretch me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. And I know right then that I would never get tired of feeling his size push into me. It’s something primal — something that makes me feel like I’m being claimed by some huge, rough savage — a Viking or something. His body is already so much bigger than mine anyways, and when that huge cock of his inches its way in and fills me like nothing I’ve ever even imagined, my whole body reacts with heat and want.
…And I want more.
I sink down onto him, pushing down and letting every single inch of him slide deeper and deeper, all the way until I can feel his heavy balls against my ass. I moan softly, panting, letting my body adjust to the size of him as he throbs so deep inside. Shepherd groans, his hands tight on my hips and my ass as he grinds himself into me, letting me feel him so deep and so thick inside. I roll my hips again, sliding up before I sink back down with a satisfied moan.
“Fuck, just like that, sweetheart,” he groans, his lips tracing over my collarbone and my chest. “Ride that big cock just like that, Chastity.”
I whimper, sliding up and then back down on him, taking him deeper than anything I’ve ever felt. He’s got both of his hands firmly on my hips, holding me but letting me ride as I start to bounce on his cock. One of my hands claws at his back, and my chained hand slides down over the crease of my thigh. My fingers tease over my clit, rubbing it in slow circles as I take every inch of his fat cock over and over as the heat blooms through me.
“Play with that naughty little pussy for me, Chastity,” he groans, his cock throbbing inside of me and making me moan as I ride him up and down.
“Play with that pussy. I wanna feel your sweet cunt drip all over me. I want to feel that sweet girl-cum dripping off my balls when I fill you with my cum.”
