“Be a good girl,” he murmurs to me.
The sheriff is taking off his shirt as Mattias walks out the door. Oh, god. Oh, my fucking god. His body looks hard as iron, the musculature of his stomach is rippled and he has black curling hair across his chest.
I feel that little tingle between my legs as he crouches down over the bed like a predator and crawls up toward me.
“Easy,” he growls, as I try to squirm away. He captures me by the wrist and keeps me in place as he covers my body with his own, lowering his face to mine.
His rough stubble prickles my face as he kisses me, his masculine lips finding mine with an insistence that will not allow resistance. My mouth opens beneath his, and his tongue snakes in. It is a strange sensation, to be kissed by this ruthless man, to have his mouth locked on mine, to have his rough denim-clad leg between my thighs.
The sheriff takes his time with the kiss, lets me sink into it, lets my body respond. His tongue laps against mine, his lips caressing my mouth. He is skilled at this and slowly I begin to lose myself in it.
“There you go,” he rumbles, glancing down to where my pussy is pressed against his thigh. I am rubbing myself against him, even though he is cruel. Even though his plans for me are unthinkably vile.
He looks down into my eyes, his fingers stroking lightly through the hair at the front of my scalp.
“What do you think, princess? Are you ready to be bred?”
“Nossir,” I whisper back to him. My nipples are being tickled and stimulated by the dark mat of chest hair above them.
“Are you ready to be fucked?”
“Nossir.”
“What are you ready for?”
I don’t know the answer to that. While I try to think of one, he lowers his salt and pepper head and his mouth finds my left nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
The sensation shoots straight down to my pussy, making my hips jolt.
“I think you are ready to be fucked and bred,” he growls softly. “I think you’re ready to take my cock.”
I’m not ready. Not in any way. But he is the one in control, and he rears up onto his knees, his hands going to his belt to free an erection that makes me gasp.
It is at least ten inches long, and thick in proportion. It is huge. It is a hard monster, and I know there is no way that it will ever fit inside me.
“Sir...” I gasp, my eyes filling with tears.
He leans down and lets it rest on my belly. I have never felt one of these before, never known how very hard and hot they are. Then he draws back, and lets the length of it slide down between my thighs. His cock is much longer than my pussy. I can see the big head of it rubbing back and forth, and I can feel it as it catches my clit.
He drops his hips back further, and I feel it pressing at the little hole at the entrance of my body. It is too big. When he urges forward, nothing happens. He may as well be trying to push a cow through a keyhole.
“You are such a tight girl,” he rumbles, one hand stroking my hair, the other at my breast. He is being more gentle than I thought he would, but the fact remains my pussy can’t take him.
He keeps his cock there anyway, rubbing and caressing my body with his rough hands.
“This fuck hole is going to spread for me,” he tells me in a throaty mutter. “You’re going to wrap that tight little cunt around me.”
His words are brutal and scary, but I can feel them doing something to me. The tingling in my clit is growing, the warm sensation between my thighs is growing. And his cock is sliding between my lips again, back and forth, the head bumping against the little bud over and over again.
“I hate you,” I whisper as his lips descend on mine again, his kiss claiming my mouth.
“I know,” he growls against my lips. “You’re a wild thing. You don’t know what it is you need. You don’t know what you were made for. But this pussy was made to take cocks, and this belly was made to swell with seed and bring new life. That’s what you’re for, wild girl.”
It seems to me that his cock is getting slippery. Do cocks do that? His dick is definitely gliding back and forth much more easily now. He arches back, the head finds my hole again, and this time it pushes in just a little.
“Oh, my!”
I cling to his arms as he chuckles darkly. “That’s right, wild girl. Your pussy is opening up for me. You’re wet.”