Hero (Alpha Mountain 1)
I rolled my hips, pushed my hips back as he kept at it. I didn’t know how much time had passed or what was going on outside this room, outside the two of us. Of his fingers in me. Playing. Taunting.
“Ford,” I moaned, then came up onto my elbows.
I heard his chuckle.
“See? Begging.” He kissed down the line of my spine. “Tell me what you want, Blue.”
I pressed my face into the mattress and shook my head. “You know what I want!”
“Need you to say it, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck your virgin ass.”
Oh God. It was one thing for me to present my butt to him, to even bring him the coconut oil as an offering for him to work me open. All of that was telling him exactly what I wanted. Now he wanted more.
“I want everything, Indigo Buchanan. Give me all of you, and I’ll give you my dick. It’s so fucking hard for you. You’re so sweet. So dirty like this I’m not going to last. I’ll give you my cum. I’ll mark your ass as mine.”
“Fuck me, Ford. Fuck my ass,” I whispered.
“Such a good, naughty girl,” he replied, and his fingers slipped from me, and I heard some rustling, then the press of his dick against my back entrance.
I was so slick, but I knew he’d coated himself with even more oil, protecting me from it being too rough. He pressed against me, then back, then again.
“Deep breath. Good girl. Let it out.”
With that instruction, I relaxed, and the flared head of his dick breached me, my body giving up the fight.
I winced at the twinge of pain, but it was a fullness that had me gasping.
“You good, baby?”
I nodded then swallowed hard. “Yes.”
He pressed forward only a fraction, then back, doing that again and again as his hand slid up and down my back until the last pass when his hand cupped the back of my neck and tangled in my hair.
He held me down. Not that I was going to go anywhere, but the feel of him holding me in place so he could fuck my ass was so hot.
“Ford,” I moaned as he fucked me slowly and carefully. He felt even bigger back there, that he was going impossibly deeper until his hips bumped my bottom.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Taking all of my dick. Your ass is perfect stretched around me.”
A finger circled around my taut flesh, and I cried out. Arched my back. Him being inside me was one thing, but the nerve endings were on the outside.
“Ford!” I cried, then pushed back.
“Like that?” He bent all the way over me and fucked me harder. “Taking my dick like a good girl. So deep. Not a virgin any longer, Blue. This ass is mine. Fuck, clench like that again, and I’m going to fill you right up. You’ll have two holes dripping my cum for—”
I did just that. Clenched down on him, and he groaned.
One of his hands came between me and the bed and found my clit.
“Naughty girl,” he growled. “Time for you to come all filled with dick.”
With those filthy words, he pinched my clit. Pinched the hell out of it, and I came.
I screamed, tried to writhe, but he held me down too well.
He fucked me harder. Deeper. Once, twice, then I felt him swell and then pulse in me.
Ford’s groan was dark and feral, and I knew he’d lost himself in me.
I wasn’t the only one who forgot to think. To be lost to everything but us.
“Ford,” I breathed, then I let go. Completely.
Chapter
Fourteen
FORD
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The next morning, after spending a solid hour working Indi’s body over a few times until she was hoarse from screaming and drunk on orgasms, we walked into town to grab coffee at the Seed n’ Feed.
Ass fucking was probably every guy’s fantasy, but it hadn’t been like that. Her consent meant she trusted me enough to allow me to do it. That she was right there with me, that she came so hard that she practically strangled my dick? Fuck, it had been the most amazing connection.
I was lost in her. Obsessed. I’d tucked her into the shower when we were done to clean up then I found her a bag of frozen peas. Yeah, a fucking bag of peas because my dick was big, and that ass had been tight… and virgin. I’d fallen asleep holding her, knowing that she trusted me so implicitly, yet I was still holding back…
Fuck. So what that I’d given her so much pleasure and satisfaction this morning. I knew I was holding back information she’d want to know. Holding back anything felt like a betrayal after all she’d given me. All she let me in.
The farm supply store and now coffee shop was in the center of town—an old red brick building from the turn of the century, like the rest of the town center. Sparks was small, but what it lacked in size, it made up for in quaint beauty. A large roundabout with a park and fountain in the middle allowed for cruising Main Street on weekends, and there was no place you could stand and not see the spectacular mountain views.