Page 121 of When There Was You
I turn around and walk a few steps, pausing to leisurely bend at the waist and massage my ankle, teasing him with a view of the ass I know he craves.
His growl hits me right between the thighs. “Very bad.” His footsteps draw nearer. “And bad girls get what’s coming to them.”
Victory.
Butch hauls me upright and propels me toward a 1969 Dodge Charger he’s restoring in one of the bays. When my knees bump the metal grill, he yanks my ponytail. “Give me that fucking mouth,” he says, kissing me hard.
The fire sears from my lips to my groin. The slight pinch from where he grabs my hair to the invasion of his tongue, slicking with mine, floods my center. He’s possessed—and so am I.
He forces me flat against the sanded hood, ass up, my pussy tingling with anticipation. “Teasing me with those big, luscious tits of yours, your nipples poking through your fucking top.” He spreads my arms like eagle wings as my cheek flattens upon the smooth surface.
He yanks down my shorts and underwear in one go, exposing me to him. “Shaking this perfect peach ass everywhere you go.”
I want him to spank me and silently plead for it.
“Now it’s mine to do with as I fucking want.”
“Yes,please.”
He lets out a satisfied groan…then his hand slaps my right ass cheek. The sting lifts me onto my toes—and unleashes a small flood from between my thighs.
I moan my approval.Yessssss.
“This ass,” he says, spanking me on the other side, harder this time, testing to see what I can take.
My garbled ahhs meet his triumphant grunt.
“This pussy.”Smack. “These tits.”Smack. “And that fucking mouth.”Smack. “Are mine.”
I’m arching, writhing, bucking—and I’m embarrassingly drenched in that sacred space I hope he plows very soon. This is other-fucking-worldly. I’m acutely present, fully in my body. Aware of everything…from the contour of the hood beneath me to the bite of his palm against my skin to the ache Butch creates that only he can fill. He takes me places I’ve never imagined, and I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted another human being…especially when I’m this vulnerable, this defenseless.
“Say it,” he demands.
“All yours,” I rasp.
“What am I going to find if I reach between your legs, huh, Sundance? You getting off on this, my naughty, dirty girl?”
I whimper, desperate to widen my stance, but they’re trapped by my shorts. And god, those words. I’ve never wanted anything more than to be his plaything.
“You are a stone fox,” he murmurs. One hand skates up my thigh and explores my throbbing vagina, discovering it’s flooded. He plunges two thick fingers inside me, groaning out a long “Fuuuuuuuuck” as I wail from the delicious intrusion. His erection is a steel rod, pressing against my tingling ass with a promise for what’s to come. He pumps his fingers deep and stars fleck my vision. I’m so wet, the squelch fills the air. It’s raunchy, depraved, obscene.
Butch stops, and my breath hitches.Nooooooo. Don’t stop.
“Grind that pussy and fuck my fingers.”
Ahhhh. My body obliges, overriding any hesitant inner voice as I do exactly as I’m told.
“That’s it, baby. God, you’re a horny fucking broad. Keep moving that beautiful ass.”
Between the way I’m driving my hips, forcing his fingers deeper, and how those key nerve endings press against the car, I’m gone in sixty seconds. My orgasm rips out of left field,without the usual buildup, and my scream echoes in the space.
Butch keeps penetrating me as shudders of release rock through me. “Such a good, bad girl…my hot, slutty girl.” His praise in that resonant low tone sends fresh chill bumps rippling across my skin.
My vision turns black, and my brain is thoroughly blown as I come down. Butch’s hand disappears, and my lips open in protest. Before I utter one syllable, his cock thrusts into my pulsating center and more waves of pleasure erupt.
“Clean up your gorgeous mess,” he commands, stuffing his wet fingers into my mouth.
I groan around him, sucking my essence eagerly off his hand as he invades me in two places.
