Big Man

“I fucking love it when you fill me up,” I gasp. “I can’t get enough…”

“Good.” Those dark eyes latch onto mine. I could stare into his eyes forever and never get tired of this look he gives me. Like he cannot drink me in long enough. Like he’s almost scared of what he feels for me.

I know the feeling. I am too.

“Neither can I,” he admits. Then he’s drawing back, out of me, and I gasp a little in protest. But it doesn’t last long—he thrusts back inside me a moment later, and I buck up against him, eager, insatiable.

Grant starts to rock back and forth, thrusting into me slowly at first, but building momentum. I meet him thrust for thrust, arcing my hips to push up against his with every moment. Before long, we’re both gasping, clinging to one another, my nails digging into his back and his hands so tight on my hip I know he’ll leave marks tomorrow. I don’t care. I want those marks. Evidence of how much he wants me—how much I cause him to lose control.

Before long we’re both thrusting as hard as we can, fucking hard and fast, my whole body alight with pleasure, on fire for him. Sensitive as I am, it doesn’t take me long to build back up to the edge, my clit throbbing with the force of the last two orgasms still.

Grant unhooks my legs from around him, flings them up over his shoulders and keeps fucking me, his cock dragging right over my G-spot now, the head rubbing along it until I cry aloud and feel my toes curl, my nerves catching fire with another orgasm.

“Fuck. Sasha… I’m…”

Grant is lost now, driving into me, all animal now. Before long, I sense him nearing his peak, and I tighten my pussy as much as I can, clenching hard around him. He moans aloud when I do that, and I feel his cock tense and jump inside me as he comes, squirting deep inside me, coating my insides with his hot cum. It feels white hot inside my pussy, like a balm after all the hard fucking.

When he pulls out of me, we both laugh softly at the hot rush that trickles down my leg, puddling on the blanket beneath me.

Grant collapses beside me, still breathing hard. “That…”

“Was incredible,” I finish, curling against him. He’s slick with sweat, but then, so am I. Our skin cools together in the night air, and we lie there beside the slowly dying fire, soaked in our sweat, the scent of sex mingling with the smells of the outdoors and the fields and the wild, until we’re both shivering. Only then, reluctantly, do we sit up and reach for our clothes.

But Grant stops me before I tug mine back on, a spark in his eyes. “Why redress?” he asks with a shrug. “If we need to go shower anyway.”

I laugh. Then lift my eyebrows, watching him. Why, indeed?

He douses the fire, and then, with our clothes tucked under our arms, hand-in-hand, we pad back across the fields. This time we’re not just barefoot, we’re completely naked. But there’s something so freeing about it. About feeling the night air on my skin, the moonlight illuminating us, the bright stars overhead our only witnesses.

I could get used to this, I think as we reach the farmhouse again, and Grant opens the door for me, bows me inside with a wink, ever the gentleman.

That’s the dangerous part. I could very, very easily get used to this.

10

Grant Werther

What is this girl doing to me? I’ve never felt like this before.

I thought I was going to go crazy at the Johnsons’ party, watching her strutting around in that sexy, tight little dress. And when I won the bet after we played pool, it took every ounce of self-restraint I had not to bend her over the table and claim her right there, onlookers be damned.

We’ve spent the last two days since the party doing nothing but fucking. Well, working on the house, in between. But those hours tend to fly past in a daze, with half my mind focused on the next time I’ll get to strip her down and take my time making her come again and again. I barely even notice the work I’m doing, because I’m so focused on thinking about her tight little ass, her sexy breasts and her perfect pussy. The way her voice goes throaty and sultry when she’s trying to turn me on (which really doesn’t take much). The way she gasps when she comes, or how her pussy always contracts around my cock when her orgasm hits with my dick balls-deep inside her.

Fuck. I’m getting hard now just thinking about it, and I still have to finish this fence before nightfall. We’re running short on days now. Short on days and time. Something I don’t want to think about.