He took his time, lookin’ me up and down in such a way he seemed to think I was the prettiest thing he ever did see. His fingers brushin’ back over my cheek, nudgin’ my stray lock of blonde hair back behind my ear for me.
“Well… what’s yer name, darling?” he asked me in a deep husk, so laced with masculine lust.
“Annie,” I managed, the name ingrained enough within my mind that I didn’t have to overthink it.
The way his rough hand felt on my soft skin was sublime...
He smiled at me, and seein’ that handsome face shift with the look of a smile only made him look all the more attractive to me, despite my best efforts.
“Well Annie,” he said slowly, his hard fingers grazin’ my cheeks again as he stroked my skin. “That sounds like the most perfect thing, don’t you think? What better way to show you trust a fella, then willingly handin’ over what’s most precious to you, huh?”
My eyes went wide.
My body begged me to say yes.
My mind pleaded with me to be more rational, to try to give him somethin’ else. Anythin’ else. Who’d want me after I was sullied by a guy like him?
I was breathing so hard I thought I might pass out, and I was gettin’ a little dizzy.
Who could blame me for losin’ myself to him? I told myself. It weren’t like I had a lot of choices...
Lost in my inner turmoil, my eyes were shut, but when I opened them again, his hand was down, slidin’ over his rock hard abs, down into his sunken jeans. Those fingertips dispearin’ into the denim as he eyed me.
“And I gotta admit, Annie… seein’ such a busty beauty as you, I’m thinking there’s nothin’ more I’d rather have in this whole world, than a go with your beautiful body,” he said, grinnin’ at me unevenly.
My eyes followed his hand, his lewd actions. I couldn’t help it. I was transfixed, lost in that sexy trail leading to the hidden parts of a man’s body that I ain’t seen before.
I couldn’t look anywhere else, my nipples stiff as pebbles beneath my shirt, my sex gettin’ uncomfortably warm beneath my daisy dukes.
“That’s wrong though,” I managed, though I couldn’t even convince myself with those words and I was the one who said it.
He leaned in so very close, his lips hoverin’ less than an inch away from mine as his hand did such dirty things right for me to see. Such a filthy sight like I’d never seen before, in all my years. And like nothin’ else, I wanted it more’n anythin’.
“Who could blame ya?” he said, dark eyes locked on mine. “Now undo them shorts a yers, Annie. Slip ‘em down and be a good girl fer me, won’t ya?”
I wanted to look up to the heavens, to clear my vision of his sinful ways, but I was trapped in his snare. Completely useless t
o do anythin’ else but obey. To fight tooth and nail to resist the urge to unbutton my shorts for a man I didn’t even know the name of...
And failing.
“That’s a good girl,” he husked, watchin’ me so intently as I slowly undid the buttons of my daisy duke shorts, lettin’ ‘em drop ever so slowly to show my panties beneath. Somethin’ I’d never done for a single man before, not even Bobby back in high school.
“Real good,” he stated again, slippin’ his own hand out of his jeans and reachin’ out, to rub his bare fingers over the fabric of my panties, across the outline of my lil’ cunny beneath. Oh lord, it was so dirty and wrong… but felt oh so good. “You know what comes next, don’t ya?”
I was wetter than a rainstorm, and his touch was like the Fourth of July, my body tremblin’ like mad. I couldn’t even think, just lean my back in against the barn wall as a moan erupted from my lungs.
I’d never felt anythin’ like it.
“No,” I murmured honestly.
Those expert fingers of his, that must’ve seen more action than I ever would, continued to move up and down along my lil’ slit, workin’ it so wonderfully. Better than I ever could in the brief moments I dared test sin in the bathtub. He made me quiver and moan in excitement right there, in the gosh darn barn as he felt me up.
“This ain’t nothin’ but a bit of foreplay,” he said to me so casually, workin’ his digits along my delicate, feminine sex. “You know you gotta drop these panties for me now, don’t ya girl?” he said so pleasantly, as if we was just best of friends.
As if he weren’t some outlaw, runnin’ from the Sheriff and who knew what else.
“I can’t,” I said so softly and instantly I regretted it. My body was makin’ me regret it, because it wanted more. I didn’t know how I could go back to not feelin’ him right now as he touched me.