“I can’t,” I replied. There was no way I could come again.
“You damn sure will,” he ground out as he fucked me hard, fast, and furious.
Though he was doing amazing things to my body, I’d never been able to come twice, let alonethreetimes, in a night, whether from my hand, a man’s mouth, or his fingers trying their best clit-work.
“Can’t,” I gasped, though I was wetter than I’d ever been.
His wrist curled, bringing my head closer to him. He met me halfway and spoke in my ear. “Baby, if I say you’re gonna come on my cock, you come on my cock. Understand?”
Everything was so new, yet his dominant nature thrilled me, and I whimpered. Outside the bedroom, he could be serious, but he could also be comical and sweet at times—in it, he was a beast. But I wasn’t complaining. Then he did something I wasn’t expecting in the least. His hand landed with a loud crack on my ass cheek. I was both shocked and embarrassed that it had turned me on.
“That’s it. Fuck, you liked that, didn’t you?” he murmured when my walls tightened around his thick shaft, causing him to groan.
“I-I—” I stammered, but his hand fell on my burning flesh again, and I cried out as I clenched around his thrusting length.
“Don’t try denying it, because I can feel that wet cunt squeezing the life outta me. You’re so fucking wet, you’ve soaked me. I. Want. More.” He smacked my ass again, and I jerked as I groaned. Who the hell would’ve thought pain would magnify my pleasure?
All I could give him in answer was a needy whimper.
“Come on my cock. Right. Fucking. Now,” he demanded.
Each word was punctuated by a hard thrust before he laid his hand once more on that same spot, and I screamed his name. He roared, and my body betrayed me by exploding into a million pieces. I came harder than I ever had before. His movements had slowed, but I was still coming. With each pulse of pure ecstasy, I flooded his cock.
The lights flashed on, and I clenched my eyes closed and dropped my face to the bed. “Oh fuck,” I grumbled. “Why did you do that?”
“I didn’t do it,” he replied in a voice hoarse from his own orgasm. “I thought you did.”
Bravely lifting my head with my eyes squinted, I looked around to see if someone was there. Except the door was still closed, and there wasn’t a sound from outside the room.
“I can turn on lights, but only if there’s power. I can’t create something that isn’t there,” I explained.
When he slipped free, and our mixed cum ran freely down my thigh, I whined in protest. It left me feeling empty and aching. I slumped to the bed as I stared at his movements.
Unashamed of his nudity, he was off the bed, grabbing a pistol from his jeans that were on the floor by the side of the bed and heading to the door.
Holy hell, he was gorgeous with clothes on. Without them, he was like a god. Perfectly sculpted lean muscle, tattoos that told stories I wanted to know, and taut skin covered in a sheen of sweat I wanted to taste. He was a work of art.
Cautiously, he opened the door and slipped out. Barefoot, he padded silently down the hall.
All through that, I lay exhausted, sated, wet, and boneless on the bed. I could feel more of us leaking out onto his wool poncho but couldn’t find it in myself to care.
He came back faster than he’d left. My gaze zeroed in on his still partially hard cock as it glistened in the light.
That’s us on him.
“Are you okay? I got a little rough, and that wasn’t fair to you.” He brushed my hair over my shoulder and cradled my face with his big hands. His gaze searched mine.
“Trust me when I tell you, I’m fine. If you’d done anything I didn’t want, I would’ve stopped you. Just because I’d never done that—any of that—doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.” Stretching up to my tiptoes, I brushed a chaste kiss over his lips.
“Okay, if you’re sure. Now, get dressed, babe.”
Though his tone instantly sobered me, I swooned a little inside at the term of endearment that he probably didn’t even realize he’d said. Muscles protesting, I searched for my clothes that had been scattered when we first went to bed and ended up fucking like rabbits. My face heated at the thought of what we’d done.
“Is someone here?” I nervously whispered.
“Not that I can see, but something weird is going on. I don’t want to leave you in here alone.”
Perplexed, I frowned.