Stranded with Her Bullies

“You were the cutest thing I’d ever seen.” He lifted up the axe. “Still are.”

He brought the axe down on the wood.

Once it split in two, he picked each piece up. As he turned back from putting them away, Daphne had gotten closer.

She put a hand on his arm and slowly slid it up. She offered him a smile, which he returned. It wasn’t the same kind of smile that he remembered, but it was a start. She sank her fingers into the hair at the back of his nape and pulled him in close. As her lips touched his, he came out of his stupor and pulled her close to him. Body to body. He felt each and every single curve, relishing the feel of them against him. As he cupped her ass, he growled against her lips, wanting everything she could offer him and taking so much more.

He ran his hands down her back, cupping her generous ass, feeling her close to his cock, which was already so fucking hard. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, crying out in pleasure.

Walking back, he pressed her up against the wall of the shed and she moaned his name. He slid a hand beneath her dress, touching her. The panties she wore offended him, and he gripped them tightly, tearing them off.

“Tell me to fucking stop, beautiful, tell me.”

“No.”

He let her go so her legs were on the ground, and he spun her around so she was flush against the shed. Pressing her feet apart, he loosened his jeans and tilted her hips back. He lifted up the dress so he could see her ass.

Finding her entrance, he pressed his tip against her, not even caring that he wasn’t using a condom. He wanted to feel her around his dick.

They both cried out together as he seated her on his length.

She was so perfect, and he tightened his grip on her hips as he thrust balls deep inside her, fucking right into her. Daphne put her hands to the shed and began to push back against him.

He growled against her neck, and she moaned, begging for more.

“I’m going to give it to you. Fuck, Daphne, I’ve waited so long for you.” Everything he’d told her was the truth. There was not a single lie. The guy he’d been, that had been the lie. Hating her had been nothing more than a mask, trying to hide how he truly felt. His father would have killed him if he knew the truth. He tried to save them both, but instead, he just ended up living a life that was so fucking empty for twelve years. He didn’t know what he’d have done if he didn’t have Dean and Micah.

Daphne’s moan brought him back.

He cupped her pussy, feeling her clit and working her until she came against his cock. Each squeeze of her tight cunt nearly set him off. He remained in control. Pulling out of her, he began to thrust slowly at first, then when he couldn’t stand to wait, he pounded inside her. Daphne held herself against the shed, and he was so fucking happy about how she could take him. In and out, he fucked her harder and faster, taking what he wanted, touching her. He brought her to a second orgasm and as he found his release, he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her as tight to him as possible. With his face pressed against her neck, he didn’t want to let her go.

“I will never lie to you again,” he said. “I promise. That guy back then, he’s gone and he’s never coming back.”

****

Micah knelt in the dirt as his gaze kept wandering to the full roundness of Daphne’s ass. He’d gotten to kiss and touch her this morning, but still, it wasn’t enough. She never stayed in bed to wake up beside him, and he was starting to get a complex about it.

“Did you do all of this yourself?” he asked.

Dean and Eric were out gathering some more groceries. They’d put a call through to a few of the guys they knew about delivering here, and they were handling everything. The lockdown had been going for nearly two weeks, and so far, all three of them had fucked Daphne. She showed no favoritism among all three.

She leaned back and shook her head. “I took it over, but my grandma started it during a rough patch with food when the prices were really high. She started to grow her own in order to feed the few guests at the time. At least, that was how she told it to me. I don’t know if it was true as it was before my time.”

She bent forward again with her tempting ass in full view. “I love it. I like being able to come out here and pick fruits and vegetables. Some of the guests enjoy it as well. I don’t advertise it as any part of a package, but if I’m out here and a few guests need to relax, it’s here.” She cut some basil, bringing it to her face and inhaling. “You know, tomatoes and basil is the best combination.” She held it out to him. “Have a sniff.”