Bayou Bruiser
He throws back his head and starts to ride me rough. It’s nothing short of a frenzy.
I’m a toy to manhandle—and I love it.
Love watching his eyes turn blind, feeling the heavy pendulum of his testicles slapping off my bottom. He drops his face into my neck and grunts frantically, his long sex pumping and pumping, his huge body flattening me into the seat. The car makes a rusted creaking sound with every thrust of his shaft into my wet flesh and that sound comes faster and faster, his hips grinding me down and taking. Just when I’m positive he can’t make love to me any harder or with more intensity, he shoves my knees up to my ears and drills downward, lifting and pummeling me with his entire weight, making me scream.
“You like how I play?” he growls, dragging his tongue up the side of my face, nuzzling his face into my hair without gentleness. “This wouldn’t look like playtime to anyone walking by. No way I could convince a court of law you handed over this perfect little pussy without me having to use force. Especially with your virgin blood splattered all over my belly, baby.”
I want to say something back. Want to tell him I love the way he speaks to me, that it makes my clit more sensitive, makes me feel like a coveted object—but apparently that is exactly what I need to coax my orgasm to the fore. To be his prized treasure. To have him praise me so crudely and bluntly. Because here it comes. I release a closed-mouth sob and pet my clit faster, seeking out Benny’s mouth with mine, kissing him wildly while the inferno inside of me builds. “Harder,” I whimper, sick, delirious lust snaring me in its trap, unleashing the desire kept hidden inside of me so long. “Make a baby inside me, Daddy.” I bury my teeth in the thick muscle of his shoulder, biting down hard. “Breed me good.”
“Son of a bitch!”
If I thought we moved in a frenzy before, it’s nothing compared to now.
There is clawing and straining and violence. Biting and humping and bruising.
My giant pounds me into the seat, that massive part of him growing ever larger, training the untouched flesh inside of me to accommodate him. I scream in pleasure, scream his name, and this time he doesn’t manage to catch the sound with his mouth. Vaguely, I remember that Grim is nearby—very close—watching the SUV rock with the force of our lovemaking. The other man can hear me crying out for his friend. And maybe I shouldn’t be turned on by that, but oh lord, I am. I want everyone to know Benny is mine. I want to belong to my giant in the eyes of every single person we meet. And I want them to know I’m satisfied. Will never need another.
“Mine, mine, mine,” I chant, my climax riding in on a golden wave and carrying me up, up to the loftiest peak I can imagine. A place I’ve never gotten on my own, have only read about in my notebooks. And it’s even more glorious than I could have imagined. “M-my first orgasm,” I breathe choppily. “Oh it’s so good, Daddy, so good.”
“Here comes mine. First one that counts.” He plants his open mouth on my temple, his hips slapping against me in a blur—and he freezes, big body quaking as hot moisture fires down the back of my womanhood, branding me, filling me to overflowing. Only when his spend begins to crest over the sides of my sex does Benny begin to thrust again, even more ferocious than before, his face in a permanent wince, teeth drawing blood on his bottom lip. “Milked it right out of me, little girl. Didn’t stand a chance. Goddamn, I can’t stop. Going to drown that virgin womb of yours. Leave it gasping for air. You think you need to beg me to get you pregnant? You think I can do anything else but put a baby in this ripe-ass belly?”
His words set off another spasm between my legs and I cry out, my vocal cords fried, flesh squeezing almost painfully between my thighs, stroking his still-pumping cock. It goes on for long moments, the ripple of relief coursing through me again and again until I am nothing but human jelly on the backseat. I stare blindly up at the ceiling, limbs limp, the relentless hunger finally abated for the first time since I discovered the notebooks.
“Thank you,” I breathe, licking salt from my man’s shoulder, trailing my fingertips up and down his back. “You saved me. I don’t ache anymore. Thank you.”
Benny stares down at me, supported on one jacked arm, his disbelief obvious. “You’re…thanking me?”
“Mmmm,” I purr, sliding my touch through his chest hair. “No one else in the whole world could have given me exactly what I needed.”