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Rachel
“I was worried you wouldn’t be attracted to me,” I mumble as the love God from out of nowhere swoops me up into his arms.
“There’s nothing you could possibly do to disappoint me. I’d tear a fucking grizzly apart if he tried to pull me away from you,” he growls, storming down the short hall to the bedroom. He peers down at me without losing his stride. “Hell, I jacked off to your voice before I got here.”
My core clenches at the thought of him coming while fantasizing about me. It’s dirty and filthy, and I love it. I look up at Knox, still not believing that somehow, this sexy af man is all mine.
I almost fainted when I opened the door and saw him, all muscly and tall with tanned skin from hours in the sun. He could be right out of cowboy-casting-central, down to his chiseled jaw and honey-colored eyes. Basking in his spicy, clean scent, I reach out with my hand and run my fingers through his glorious thick chestnut hair.
I’ve never been drawn to this degree to someone I just met, but he’s irresistible and so strong, carrying me like I weigh less than a pound.
He lays me out on the soft furry bedspread and covers me with his body. And when the rough texture of his jeans and the steely hard-on encased in them rub against my clit, I moan needily, rocking against him, running my hands over his shoulders and biceps.
“Fuck, I want you so badly, beauty.” He lowers his head, and I reach up to kiss him. This time, there’s no holding back. I groan desperately, with my core clenching, my pussy sopping, and my brain in a spiral. It’s been so long since I’ve been loved I can’t decide where to touch first. I part his delicious lips with my tongue and explore his clean, fresh taste, getting lost in a dizzy haze, getting more turned on by the second. When he breaks from our kiss and his touch disappears, I beg, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Rachel,” he husks, repositioning himself on his knees. He yanks my nightgown up and slips it over my head. “You are so beautiful.” His scruffy chin scrapes against my skin as he suckles one of my tingling nipples gently at first before tugging it between his teeth, sucking it so roughly he might leave a bruise, and it’s heaven. I clamp my eyes shut, relishing his touch, and part my thighs, opening wider.
His large hands clasp around my hips, and he moves against me, making the nubby fabric and hardness under his denim pants hit my needy button just right. My breath is coming in short gasps; each tiny movement brings a thousand sensations. Gently, he rolls his hips against me, and I hump his erection faster and faster as every inch of my skin, every part of my core, comes alive for the first time in my life.
He kisses me tenderly and moves off the bed. Wide-eyed, I blatantly gawk as he takes off his clothes. His six-pack abs and toned, muscled body stand at the foot of the bed, with his massive cock erect and ready to devour me. He’s as thick as he is long. Greek-God style perfection. He unabashedly fists himself with a devilish heat in his stare and watches me watch him. “Do you like what you see, Rachel?”
With my mouth agape and my body trembling like never before, I nod, glued to the sight of his massive hand pumping up and down and the way he spreads his cum over his fat crown, making it slick for me.
“You want this cock rammed up your tight little pussy, don’t you, darlin’?” He grabs a condom packet from his jeans and tosses it by my side before coming back to me. Crouched with his elbows on the mattress, he stalks me like a lion, moving closer. Two large, calloused hands slide under each of my ass cheeks as he repositions himself and lifts me in one motion. I spread my legs, straddling him with my thighs.
Knox’s dark gaze drops to my shaved pussy, fully exposed. My legs dangle over his forearms, and I arch my back, tipping my hips up to meet him. He grips his cock, and shifts lower until the tip of his stiff prick just barely brushes over my clit. He moves slowly and deliberately, a master at what he’s doing, as every nerve ending I have begins to shatter.
I close the distance between our lips and kiss him in a mix of urgency and tenderness because this stranger is the only person on the planet who seems to know precisely what my body needs. I rock against him, my mouth never leaving his, my hands tangling in his thick hair. Our bodies are coated with sweat as his shaft throbs against my dripping seam, stiff and insistent, sliding through my wetness just a fraction of an inch, waiting for me to open for him.
A sharp burst of warmth at the base of my spine pulses through my system. “Please,” I gasp, “fuck me, Knox. Fuck me like I’m someone you could love forever.” The words roll off my tongue before I can take them back. It’s a needy, pathetic thing to say, but it’s the truth. What would it be like to have a man like Knox love me unconditionally? To kiss me forever and fuck me like he can’t live without me?
“Baby girl,” he rasps, brushing the hair off my face to peer into my soul. “That isn’t a stretch to imagine.” He finds the condom and rips the package with his teeth. I lick my lips, watching as he expertly sheathes himself before his strong hand comes around to the nape of my neck and guides me into a crushing kiss. A no-taking-back kiss. A baby, you’re mine, kiss.
He rocks forward, pushing into me slowly. His breath fans across my forehead. I gasp in pleasure, arching my spine, watching my poor, neglected pussy stretch around his girth. And fuck. I’m on fire. Embers spark off my flesh as my cells inside ignite. “How does it feel, shy one?” He grits his teeth in ecstasy. “Am I too big? Going too fast? Fuck you’re so tight.” He barely gets the words out before I gyrate my hips, forcing him in deeper, telling him exactly how amazing he feels. “I can never have enough of you.”
“Fuck,” he blurts as I tighten around him. He swallows my gasp with a kiss, thrusting his tongue down my throat, dominantly claiming my mouth and my body. He shifts, wrapping his arms under my knees, and pushes into me, filling every inch of my aching, starving pussy. His face is flushed with passion; his lips parted as he pants with exertion. I want to remember this moment forever. He’s grunting, taking me roughly, not holding back, or hiding his base, animalistic need for me, and I carve every curve of his muscles into my memory bank.
“Oh, God, you’re perfect,” I whimper, rocking with him as he pulses inside me. Sweat beads his brow as he pistons back and forth, never taking his eyes off mine, driving deeper inside.
In this position, I don’t know where my body ends and his starts. We’ve merged and become one. Our movements in sync; he rides me, sliding in and out. The friction is unbelievable, and I’m so wet I’m dripping down my thighs. Our slick bodies slap together as the headboard bangs against the wall with every thrust. My clit rakes against him at just the right angle. Over and over, the exquisite tension builds, rising higher and higher until I can’t hold on. This is the thrill I’ve been reaching for, and this is always where I plateau. Worry creeps into my brain without my permission, planting doubt that I’ll ever reach a climax.
“Baby, let go. I’ve got you,” his husky growl and hungry kiss send a ripple of tingling waves cascading down my spine. “Come on my cock, baby.”
One more sublime thrust is all it takes. “Oh fuck,” I choke. I shake, shuddering with spasms as I tip over the edge to a place I’ve never been. “Knox,” I moan as a powerful orgasm rockets through me, lifting me off the bed in a surge of frenzied bliss. Our animalistic grunts and moans fill the room as he plunges into me desperately hard and fast. The gentleness is gone. I’m his, and he’s taking me with hard, fast pumps. I clench around him, squeezing him tight, and watch his face twist with need. He lets out a tortured groan and collapses, head nuzzled into my shoulder. “Oh, darlin’.” His hips jerk with a strangled, “Christ almighty, darlin’”
We lay together with our hearts beating in time until we find our breath.
He lifts his head and stares down at me, tenderly cradling my cheeks in his hands. Silently we stare at each other as melancholy suddenly washes over me. I don’t know if the orgasm has left me vulnerable or what is happening. Without meaning to, warm tears tumble from my eyes and roll down my cheeks. “Sorry,” I say, turning away in shame. “Shit, I didn’t mean to start crying. It’s just that...” I meet his gaze again, “It’s just that you made me feel so good. I can’t believe what I’ve been missing this whole time.”
“Sweetheart,” he chuckles. “I’d be crying too if that was my first orgasm.”
I bite my lip, trying not to think about all the women he’s had sex with. I’m just one of many for him, but he’s the one and only man who ever satisfied me. “It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that this will all be over soon.” Now that I know how incredible he is, what am I going to do without him?
“But we have the whole weekend,” Knox whispers and kisses my nose. He teasingly swivels his hips, and I can feel he’s already hard again. “I have big plans for you tomorrow.”
“No,” I say softly, tracing a finger over his sexy jawline. “I mean after tomorrow. After I leave. We’ll probably never see each other again.”
He stares at me in silence. “I wouldn’t count on it, sweetheart.” He slides his hand down my arm and intertwines his fingers with mine, bringing my hand to his lips. “You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger.” He kisses my pinky. “I think I’m addicted to you. Just one dose of you was all it took.”
“To be honest,” I hesitate, embarrassed to admit how possessive I’m feeling after only one night together. But I blurt it out anyway, “I’m not sure I’d be able to handle sharing you with other women.”
“Just like I would go ape shit if another man touched you.”
“But isn’t it your job to, you know, be a pleasure provider?”
His deep chuckle fills the room. “No. I can guarandamntee you, it is not in my job description.”
I adjust the pillows and sit up against the headboard. “It isn’t?” I ask, breaking into a goofy smile, feeling my heart pinging.
“Hell no.” He plants a tender kiss on my nose again. “If I hadn’t been attracted to you, although I can’t imagine anyone in his right mind who wouldn’t be, tonight wouldn’t have happened.”
“So you don’t have to pleasure strange women day in and day out, on a full-time basis?”
“Hardly. That isn’t how this place operates. I’m a horse trainer and have a small ranch about a mile west, up the road.”
“And I’m in West Palomino.” My shoulders slump. “A three-hour drive from here.”
He grins, sweeping his arms around me, drawing me against his chest. “That’s nothing, darlin’, not when we have a lifetime ahead of us.”
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