And I fucking loved every second of it.
I wasn’t the only one losing control. He’d locked my arms against myself. I still could have gotten free if I wanted to safeword him, but I didn’t want to. He obviously had a thing about people touching him—so as much as I wanted to cling back to him as he thrust wildly and then even more wildly still as his orgasm rose. Then, in a final frantic rush he fucked and fucked me until he finally clutched me harder than ever before and I felt the rush of his release deep inside me.
We were both sweaty now and I’d never felt more intensely connected to another person, even though I was faced away from him.
He started to let go and I shook my head.
“’Ot ’et,” I said through the leather gag and he got my meaning by the way I reached for his hands with just a pinky to show I didn’t want him to let go of me yet.
So he stayed still several more minutes, him bent over me and arms clasped around me, both of us naked from the waist down, his cock buried deep in me, as we recovered our breaths.
9
Buck
So she was fucking the boss. It was just like that bitch to worm her way back in here.
Buck stayed with his eye pressed against the slat of the stables until his boss finally stood up and pulled his dick out of the bitch, his cum slicking down her legs.
Buck shook his head even as he checked out her ass. Buck preferred his bitches skinnier, but there was no accounting for taste, apparently.
He pulled back from the see-through slat. Nothing to see now and he couldn’t get caught. Not now that Ruth was back in his grasp.
It was time to figure out a more permanent solution to his Ruth problem.
Obviously, pouring sugar into her gas tank hadn’t done the trick. He’d been hoping to hear about a tragic car accident, but nope, she just kept showing up like a bad penny.
And him, what did he have? He worked sun-up to sundown on land that shoulda belonged to him. But he was nothin’ more than an afterthought to these people.
It weren’t right.
Things oughta be made right. Even little kids knew that. Things should be fair.
And when they weren’t, you had to stand up for yourself and make ’em that way.
10
Jeremiah
It was hard to stop myself from grabbing Ruth as she got dressed again and dragging her back to the sawhorse, or to the ground, or shoving her back up against a wall.
I’d just emptied my balls into her and had barely finished cleaning her up, yet here I was, getting hard all over again.
But the sun was going down and if I didn’t show up for dinner with the in-laws, I knew Reece would wring my neck.
“You staying for dinner?” It was out of my mouth before I’d really thought through any implications she might take from me asking.
She looked over at me, her eyes a little wide as she tugged her T-shirt back on over her head. A shame to cover up those perfectly pert, lush breasts of hers held up in a lacy bra that I had to wonder if she wore just for me. Which made my hard-on even stiffer.
She shook her head though, glancing away from me. “It’s a big day tomorrow and I should be getting back home.”
“Without your car?”
“Charlie’s letting me use hers since she’s staying here with her parents.”
I nodded. “Just make sure you’re gassed up.”
She rolled her eyes and then sauntered toward me, a saucy smile on her lips. “Yes, sir. And same to you.”
She was teasing, but she had no clue how much her saying that had me wanting to flip her back over, this time over my lap. Oh yes, I could just imagine how right it would feel to have her ass up and squirming, the heat of her right over my rigid—
I grabbed her by the back of her head, hands gripping her hair, and dragged her in for a hard kiss.
She surrendered and crashed into my chest, her lips yielding to mine.
But then, almost as soon, she was pushing against my chest and pulling back. Goddamn this woman, never fully submissive, always pushing, pushing.
Part of me wanted to pull her back, to master her completely, but the part of my sanity I was still managing to hold onto let her go.
For now, anyway.
But maybe soon I could steal her away for a weekend. And show her what I could do when I really had my leisure. I’d tie her up exquisitely. To keep her exactly where I wanted while I played and explored each part of her at will. At my will.
Not now, though.
Now she danced away from me and I had to live with the memory of the taste of her on my lips. But that only made my cock leap, because I hadn’t had the taste of her on my tongue, not really yet. And that was a travesty that I would absolutely fix the next time I had her beneath me. I’d latch my arms around those thighs of hers and lock her in place until I memorized the smell and taste of her, and had her screaming my name until she forgot her own…