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moans drifted out the window as I submitted to his pushing and pulling, his hands grabbed onto my hips, his hot fingertips digging into my sweaty flesh. My head fell back onto the bed, and I arched my back, opening my pussy to him, giving my entire body to this spectacular, perfectly sculpted man as he pistoned into me, bring us both to the edge of pleasure and pain.
River pulled back slightly, and brought his hand to my face. He cupped my chin and lifted it.
“Look at me, Dixie.” I opened my eyes, gasping at the rawness I saw there as he continued to pound into me. Gone was the smiling man that I had woken up to. Gone was the man that tenderly cleaned my wound after finding me spying on him outside of his bedroom window. The man in front of me was pure animal.
My fear returned, slowly crawling back into my consciousness as I stared up at him. I dared not break his gaze, and I knew to respect that he was demanding my attention.
“Yes...” I whispered, my body shuddering with each forceful thrust of his hips. He had not let up for a second, and looking at him at the same time was very difficult. I wanted to lose myself in the deliciousness of his savage fucking and yet he clearly had something else in mind.
When he spoke again, he punctuated each word with a powerful push inside me, each push reaching deeper than I ever thought he could be.
“Don't.”
“Ever.”
“Fucking.”
“Talk.”
“To.”
“Me.”
“Like.”
“That.”
“Again.”
I collapsed under each thrust, lost to his rhythm, his words pounding into my subconscious to not only understand but to retain every sensation, every slide and push and every whisper that escaped from his beautiful lips. He looked like a god above me, slamming into me, demanding that I do as he say, impaling me on his marvelously strong cock and I wanted nothing more than to obey his every word. I would do anything he wanted, as long as he never stopped fucking me.
“Yes, yes, yes....” I whimpered and squirmed underneath him, any resolve I ever possessed completely melted away. His pace quickened and with quick, short focused strokes, he steered us both over the edge, our bodies exploding together in a thunderous roar that echoed into the woods outside his window. His thrusting seemed to continue for hours, our bodies not easily able to part for very long, and his youthful cock staying hard all night long.
Happily succeeding at blocking out all thoughts of the outside world, I spent the night wrapped in his arms, our legs intertwined and sliding slickly together, our hands and mouths searching in the darkness for something we would probably never find in the daylight.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I don't remember when we feel asleep, but at some point we drifted off, and before I knew it I had those same birds chirping outside of his window and the sun shining on my skin. I smiled, and stretched, knowing this time, after last night, exactly what I would find when I opened my eyes.
River's scent lingered in the air, and after inhaling deeply, I opened my eyes and turned to embrace him.
The sound of crinkling paper filled the room as my hand landed on his empty pillow. A note. No sign of River.
Sitting up, I unfolded the paper. A hundred dollar bill fell out into my lap.
“Your purse is in the kitchen. I left you some clothes on the chair, but I threw away those shoes of yours, and that awful wig. Call yourself a cab. It was fun. Take care. ~J”
“Motherfucker!” I screamed, my cracking voice echoing throughout his empty cabin, as I fell back onto his bed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I sat on his couch, fully dressed, my back rigid and tense as I stared out the window of his cabin, patiently waiting the half hour it took for the taxi to arrive.
The fact that River obviously thought I was a whore did not set well with me. His crisp new 100 dollar
River pulled back slightly, and brought his hand to my face. He cupped my chin and lifted it.
“Look at me, Dixie.” I opened my eyes, gasping at the rawness I saw there as he continued to pound into me. Gone was the smiling man that I had woken up to. Gone was the man that tenderly cleaned my wound after finding me spying on him outside of his bedroom window. The man in front of me was pure animal.
My fear returned, slowly crawling back into my consciousness as I stared up at him. I dared not break his gaze, and I knew to respect that he was demanding my attention.
“Yes...” I whispered, my body shuddering with each forceful thrust of his hips. He had not let up for a second, and looking at him at the same time was very difficult. I wanted to lose myself in the deliciousness of his savage fucking and yet he clearly had something else in mind.
When he spoke again, he punctuated each word with a powerful push inside me, each push reaching deeper than I ever thought he could be.
“Don't.”
“Ever.”
“Fucking.”
“Talk.”
“To.”
“Me.”
“Like.”
“That.”
“Again.”
I collapsed under each thrust, lost to his rhythm, his words pounding into my subconscious to not only understand but to retain every sensation, every slide and push and every whisper that escaped from his beautiful lips. He looked like a god above me, slamming into me, demanding that I do as he say, impaling me on his marvelously strong cock and I wanted nothing more than to obey his every word. I would do anything he wanted, as long as he never stopped fucking me.
“Yes, yes, yes....” I whimpered and squirmed underneath him, any resolve I ever possessed completely melted away. His pace quickened and with quick, short focused strokes, he steered us both over the edge, our bodies exploding together in a thunderous roar that echoed into the woods outside his window. His thrusting seemed to continue for hours, our bodies not easily able to part for very long, and his youthful cock staying hard all night long.
Happily succeeding at blocking out all thoughts of the outside world, I spent the night wrapped in his arms, our legs intertwined and sliding slickly together, our hands and mouths searching in the darkness for something we would probably never find in the daylight.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I don't remember when we feel asleep, but at some point we drifted off, and before I knew it I had those same birds chirping outside of his window and the sun shining on my skin. I smiled, and stretched, knowing this time, after last night, exactly what I would find when I opened my eyes.
River's scent lingered in the air, and after inhaling deeply, I opened my eyes and turned to embrace him.
The sound of crinkling paper filled the room as my hand landed on his empty pillow. A note. No sign of River.
Sitting up, I unfolded the paper. A hundred dollar bill fell out into my lap.
“Your purse is in the kitchen. I left you some clothes on the chair, but I threw away those shoes of yours, and that awful wig. Call yourself a cab. It was fun. Take care. ~J”
“Motherfucker!” I screamed, my cracking voice echoing throughout his empty cabin, as I fell back onto his bed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I sat on his couch, fully dressed, my back rigid and tense as I stared out the window of his cabin, patiently waiting the half hour it took for the taxi to arrive.
The fact that River obviously thought I was a whore did not set well with me. His crisp new 100 dollar
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