Revved To The Maxx

“You were worried?” I asked. “Really?”

He sighed, his voice losing some of its edge. “Of course I was worried. I’ve been searching for you all over the fields. I called Mary and she never answered, so I drove over to ask if she’d seen you.” He tugged on his hair again, the anger returning. “And there you were, laughing, eating, and having fun. Not the remotest bit concerned about anything else. Not the fact that I might have wondered where you were or been looking for you!”

“Why would I think that? I had no clue you’d even notice I was gone!” I responded, throwing up my hands.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it,” he snarled. “You. Have. No. Fucking. Clue.”

And then he was kissing me. He yanked me tight to his chest, and I flung my arms around his neck. He growled low and deep in his chest, lifting me into his arms, his lips never leaving mine. He carried me up the stairs, tossing me on the bed.

“Let’s get something straight,” he hissed, pulling off his shirt. “You tell me before you leave this property again, you understand?”

I whimpered at the sight of his muscled torso.

“I don’t want you chatting to the male customers. You leave them to me.” He kicked off his shitkickers and dragged his jeans down his legs. “I make the prices, you got that? I have the final decision on everything.”

I clutched the sheets, nodding, feeling frantic.

He gripped my jeans, tearing them down my legs. “Do you have contacts?”

“Yes,” I panted, desperate to feel his hands on me.

“You need to wear them.”

At this point, I would agree to anything.

He gripped the bottom of my blouse. “Sorry.”

Before I could ask why, he tore it. Right up the middle.

I gasped as the cool air hit my skin.

“You need to wear heavier shirts,” he demanded, placing a knee on the mattress and glaring at me. “Maybe turtlenecks.”

Then he was on me. Kissing, licking, biting. His mouth and hands were everywhere. He tugged my bra down, my breasts spilling over the cups. He sucked and licked them, holding them in his big hands, pinching the nipples and making me cry out. He ground his massive cock into my center, the cloth separating us only adding another layer of sensation.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he promised darkly. “Rough and hard. You prepared for that, Red?”

I pulled his mouth down to mine, devouring him. He tasted like sin—citrus and sweet and him. He fisted my hair, tugging it in his hands, our mouths locked together.

“Take me,” I pleaded.

He grabbed a condom, and then he was ready. There was no hesitancy tonight. No more foreplay. One snap of his hips and he was lodged deep inside me. I barely had time to catch my breath, and he started to move. Fast, forceful thrusts, hitting me exactly where I needed him. He gripped my hips, almost furious in his need as he took me. Sweat dotted his forehead, his arms shaking with repressed energy as he drove forward, pistoning in and out, cursing and groaning.

There was no doubt what this was.

Pure, unadulterated fucking.

I should have objected, except he felt too good. His cock felt too good. All too soon, my orgasm soared out of control, and I cried out, spasming and coming around him. He gritted his teeth, his hold tightening.

“One more, Red. You’re gonna give me one more.”

He lifted my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle, still thrusting in long, hard movements. I gasped as he dragged his cock against my clit, the sensation spiraling me into another orgasm. I grasped at his arms, and he threw back his head, shouting and cursing as he came. He was powerful and sexy in his release, his corded neck muscles standing out, his shoulders straining.

Then he collapsed on me, his weight pushing me down into the mattress. For a moment, there was nothing but our heavy breathing.

He moved, getting rid of the condom, then returning to the bed. For a moment, he stared, then tugged on my arms. “Let’s get this off of you.” He tenderly pulled away the torn material and removed my bra, laying me back on the pillows. He climbed in beside me, tucking me into his arms. His aggression was gone, and the man I had spent the night with on Friday was back. For how long, I didn’t know, but I decided to enjoy it while I could.

I lifted my head and he kissed me. Soft, sweet, his lips lingered on mine, his arms a warm, safe spot to be in.

I sighed as he tugged me back to his chest, resting his chin on my head.

The room was silent.

“Tell me a secret,” he whispered, surprising me.

“You ripped my favorite blouse.”

He chuckled. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

It was my turn. “Tell me one.”