“Come here,” she says. “Kiss me, kiss me please.”
I give her what she needs.
“That's me on your lips,” she moans. “I taste myself.”
“Yeah, darling. That's you.”
“Oh my God,” she cries, wrapping her legs around me. Her knees hitching around my hips. “Rye, you make me feel so good. This is what it feels like to be alive,” she says.
“Yeah,” I say. “And you're not gonna wake up from some make-believe fantasy. I promise, Prairie. This is real.”
She smiles, sated and sublime. “Real as ever.”
I pet her pussy, unable to stop. Fuck. I love how innocent her ripe cunt is. I need my cock in her hole so fucking bad.
“Do you think I'm ready to be filled up by you?” she asks, her mouth dripping with eagerness.
“Yes, darling. I think you are,” I say, my cock rock-hard at her words.
She grins. “Good. But first, can I put you in my mouth?”
8
PRAIRIE
Rye smiles wide,and I laugh, loving that I'm making him happy and that my body can make him feel so good. That his mouth can make me feel so electric and alive.
I run my fingers through his hair as he wraps his arms around my waist, drawing me to him.
Wrapping my legs around him, I sit in his lap, his thick cock between us. I lick my lips. “I meant what I said,” I tell him. “I want to suck you. I want to feel you in my mouth. Before I take you in my pussy.”
“I know what you said. And those are maybe the best words I've ever heard in my fucking life, Prairie.”
I smile at him, breathing him in. He smells like such a man, like cedar trees and firewood. Like the mountains where he was born and raised. This man who is pure and real and raw.
Who's choosing me.
“I'm so happy right now,” I say. “I didn't think it was possible to feel so good.”
“Me either,” he says.
“Really?” I ask, shaking my head, trying to understand. “I can't imagine you not being happy every day of your life. Having a house like this, a family like you have, living in a town as perfect as Home. You seem like you've had a charmed life.”
“They say not all that glitters is gold,” he tells me, running his hands over my bare back and kissing my shoulders, my collarbone. Massaging my breasts. My nipples are hard and I let my head fall back as his words roll away. “But you make things brighter,” he tells me. “You can be my glitter. You can be my gold.”
“I'll be anything you want me to be right now,” I tell him. “I just don't want to leave.
I just want to be here with you. As long as you let me.”
“Oh baby,” he growls, “you're not going anywhere. You’re mine. Does that scare you? That need I have? You've been held captive for so long, and now I'm trying to take claim of you. Does that make me a monster too?”
I shake my head, taking hold of his hands. “No,” I say. “I'm choosing this. I'm choosing you.”
“You just met me,” he says.
“Exactly,” I say. “I met you and I knew.”
“Are we really fucking doing this?” he asks.