Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Garrett
I ’ve never brought a woman into my home. I mean, other than friends or family.
Never for this. I never thought much about it, but having her here is my claiming. Under my roof.
Which I want to be our roof. And I’m planning all the ways I’m going to make that happen.
There was no way when the van arrived with our guests this week I would have imagined I’d have turned into this man. My life wasn't lonely, not by my description. I worked. Had family and friends, sure, but being alone suited me.
Until now.
Now, I can’t imagine not having her around. In such a short time, she’s woven herself down into the very fiber of my being, and I’ll pull out every stop to figure out how to put our lives together.
I lead her straight through the house and down the hall to my bedroom, unable to think clearly beyond getting her here.
Under me.
On top of me.
It’s taking whatever willpower I have left to not strip that short skirt off her and slake this hunger I have. Merciless and greedy, it lives inside of me now, imagining all the ways I’m going to fuck her, make her call my name and score my flesh with her fingernails.
Since my parents passed, I’ve lived alone here, never feeling the place needed anything. Now that she’s here, wandering around my room, picking up my things and putting them back down, I know what I’ve been missing my entire life.
“So,” she starts. We haven’t spoken a word since we came through the door of the house and into the bedroom. “What shall we do now?”
Her eyes sparkle as I shut the door and move toward her, feeling my insides shaking. My brain’s been in a fog since I tasted her and as much as I want to show some self-control, the relentless hunger I have for her may override any gentleness I have left.
The way she rode my mouth out in the open hints that my Filly has her own wild side, and it’s something I will never try to tame.
“I’ve got some ideas.”
She’s a mix of worldly and innocent. I know she’s traveled. She’s independent, able to take care of her world, but I want to do it for her.
Not because she can’t. Because she deserves someone that will.
She licks her plump lips as I slide my arms around her waist and tug her body to me, unashamed at letting her know the hardness under my zipper is there and ready for her. It’s as though she’s drawn out a part of me so long hidden, I barely know him myself.
In my life, working out here, with animals and mother nature, I’ve grown to trust my instincts. And my instincts tell me I’m going to discover parts of myself with her I would have never known without her.
Parts that claw and rip inside me, trying to get to her. An animalistic need I’ve never felt before. And I hope she will understand. My need to fuck her like she was brought onto this Earth to please me and only me, matched only by my obsessive need to make her mine and keep her with me forever.
I want to know every thought she has. I want her to share every part of herself with me.
Even the bad.
Especially the bad.
“I want to ask you something.” Her cheeks deepen pink as I release her waist and untie my oversized shirt, sliding it off her shoulders and leaving her in the too thin tank top she wore to dinner.
“You can ask me anything.” I twist one of the thin black straps with my forefinger, half losing my mind with the need to rip it off her.
“The first couple days I was here, you wouldn’t even say hello to me. I watched you, you spoke to almost everyone else but me. When you looked at me, it was almost with disdain. I was sure you had an aversion to me.”
Those first days were a struggle; I don’t even like to think of them now because I wasted them. But she deserves an explanation, and I want to give her everything. Even this. “The minute you stepped off that van.” I let out a breath, pushing her hair back behind her ears before settling my hands at the back of her neck. “There was this sort of ‘boom’ in my chest. Harriett even looked over at me like she’d heard it.”
She smiles, her eyes lighting up and I run my hands up into the back of her hair, feeling the silky strands in my rough fingers.
“Okay, so why didn’t you come talk to me? Let me know....”
I shake my head. “Truth, Filly, I wish I had a good reason. Fear? It’s all I can think. I mean, you are mother nature’s most stunning work. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. Not in person, on the TV or in a magazine. But your beauty came from somewhere deeper. The inside. And truth, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen or felt that. It was like you were glowing this special color that only I could see.”
She shakes her head and looks down. “Sometimes I can’t be sure if you just have this arsenal of slick lines ready or you are the corniest, most honest man I’ve ever met.”
I release her hair from one hand and scoop under her chin, forcing her eyes to mine.
“I’m many things, but I am not a liar. And,” I go on, unsure if I should bare the rest, “you’re not only beautiful, but you’re also young, probably too young for me by most standards. And smart. I’m a simple man, Mary Beth. Before you, I thought I had everything I wanted. Out here…” I tip my head toward the window. “Horses, cattle, the Montana sky, a few bank accounts with money I don’t know how to spend, a few friends. No woman has ever done to me what you did in the first thirty seconds I saw you. Cards on the table, yeah, all that scared the shit out of me because I didn’t think there was any way a stunner like you would glance at this simple cowboy.”
“I’m happy you changed your mind.”
“When you got off that van, I realized how stale my life had become. I felt as though I’d been asleep a long time and you were my rooster crowing at dawn to wake my sorry ass up.”
She giggles and runs her hands down my jaw, sending a jolt through me. If my cock doesn’t get inside her soon, I think I’m going to lose my mind.
“We are from different worlds. I never thought you would be interested in me. City girl and all that. Our lives don’t seem like they’d fit together.”
Her statement hits me in the heart, but in my soul, I need her, and I’m a determined son-of-a-bitch when I want something.
“Sometimes, the very things that seem as though they don’t go together, fill in the empty spaces.”
“Yes. I guess. Sometimes it’s the differences that make things work. Still, I hope we can talk about it when the time is better.” There’s a flash in her eyes, and I feel her desire. It’s a magnet between us and as much as I would sit here and listen to her and talk to her about whatever she needs, both of us seem to have other priorities at the moment.
“Mary Beth.” I bring both hands to those thin straps now, pulling them down her shoulders, pushing my hard length into her, and I see her eyes widen. “I’m taking you to bed. We’ll figure everything else out later.”
“You’re a little bossy sometimes.”
“I can be a lot bossy sometimes too.”
“Yeah, like with those guests. You can be mean.”
I consider that for a second. “I don’t think that’s mean. They touched you, disrespected you. That called for an ass-kicking, and I held that back. Understand something: I want you in my life. And I’ll treat you like a queen. Anyone that doesn’t is going to deal with me. Get used to it, Filly.”
She opens her mouth to respond but there’s no waiting left in me. I crush my lips to hers, listening to her moan into my mouth as my cock jerks against her.
When I pull back, I keep her bottom lip between my teeth as I run my hands down the V of her shirt and rip it open in one motion.
Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t complain. Instead, I feel her heat rise as she brings her hands up to my shirt, working the buttons until it’s hanging open. I release her lip, and her hands move over my chest, then down to the waist of her skirt.
“I’m never going to let you go.” The words slip out as I lower my face to her chest, sucking on one nipple, then the other, winding my hand down and looping it up under her skirt.
“God.” I hear her gasp as my fingers make contact with the outside of her wet panties, running my knuckles against the fabric.
I suck on her hard peaks and slip my fingertips beneath the elastic of her panties to find her wet folds. I play and tease, thinking about how sweet she tasted outside under the sky earlier today.
She arches into me, and my cock hardens to the point of pain as her juices soak my fingers.
Her hand drops to the front of my jeans and she palms my length, making me moan into her perfect pink nipple as I suck it deep into my mouth.
I lick and kiss my way up her chest to her neck, and struggle to steady my breath when she leans her head to the side, exposing her flesh to me for the taking.
“I’m going to be so good to you,” I whisper into her ear, “you’ll be addicted.”
Her body shakes, and her hands run up into my hair, tugging as I bite into her neck and work her hard clit. Her hips move faster against my fingers, and before long she’s trembling and holding on, her legs wobbly as I spin her around to lift her onto the bed in mid-orgasm.
“God, Garrett…” My name on her lips will never get old. “You make me feel so good.”
I work the button on her skirt and strip off the rest of her clothing. When she looks up at me, I see the desire in her eyes. She looks like she wants me to fuck her and her lust sends cum seeping out of my cock.
“You deserve to feel good. You deserve to feel this way every day for the rest of your life.”
She arches her back, her hands coming to cup her breasts, displaying herself for me as her legs fall open.
“Jesus,” I groan. “So fucking sexy.”
“Take off your pants, cowboy.” She smiles and runs her hands up her chest, reaching behind her neck and splaying her hair out above her head like a dark halo.
My pulse is racing as I kick off my boots and strip myself, my erection so happy to be free and one step closer to claiming her.
“Spread your legs.” I reach down and grip my hard-on, trying to ease a bit of the pressure and enjoying the view. “ Wider .”
She complies, her knees falling open, and I step to the edge of the bed. Leaning down and swiping my tongue through that sweet nectar, I feel her body jerk and twist at the contact. I spin my tongue around her hard nub, looking up to see her eyes closed as she presses her head into the bedding.
When her hands come down to tear at my hair, and she begins to swear like a sailor, I squeeze her clit between my teeth and attack it with the tip of my tongue until she shatters again, calling my name and cursing a blue streak.
I thrust my tongue inside her, and she pulls at me, drawing me up her body and making my dick rage. I lick through each fold, lapping up and down. Her body releases sweet juices, and I press my mouth harder against her, lapping up every drop, making sure her body is ready for what will come next.
I devour her, and she tastes even better than the first time. I don’t know how that’s even possible, but it’s true. Her cunt is making a mess of my face, and I only fucking want more. I’ll never get enough of her taste, her sounds. She’s moaning so loud I’m sure anyone outside can hear, but I don’t give a shit.
I want them to know I’m doing this to her. I reach under and grab the swell of her ass in both hands, planting her open pussy harder against my mouth.
Her hands fly out to her sides as another orgasm rips through her. She cums harder, thighs quivering against my cheeks, and I reach up with one hand to hold her body to the bed as she twists and nearly seizes.
When her orgasm softens, I take one more long lick, making sure she’s ready. I want her soaking and soft because she’s tight and I’m not small. Far from it. And I don’t want to cause her any more pain than necessary.
Her breath is coming in shallow gasps as I blanket her with my body, her hard nipples crushed against my chest. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, letting her come down for a moment before I take what I’ve needed from her from the first moment.
“You want this inside you, don’t you?”
She nods and licks her lips, her hands moving down between our bodies to rub over the tip, making me draw a sharp breath.
With every moment, my obsession with her grows. I can’t imagine her ever being away from me. Ever traveling without me. I would lose my fucking mind. I need to know where she is every moment.
I reach down and run my fingers through her folds as she works my cock
“I’ll tell you a secret,” she whispers.
“What’s that?” I reply into her lips, feeling her warm breath, making my cock throb at her touch. The radiating heat from her pussy calls for me to sink inside of her.
“I’ve been wet since I got out of that van. Every time I saw you, thought about you…that’s never happened to me before.”
The reality that this is happening hits me like a bat to the head. An angel like her wants a man like me. Every dream I didn’t know I had is coming true. Now I just need to claim her completely and figure out how to let her know she’s never leaving me.
“Well, it’s fair, because I’ve been hard since you arrived. Makes work a little more difficult.”
Her sultry eyes sparkle as her hand guides the tip of my cock to her warm, soft entrance.
“I know I can take care of myself, but the way you took care of things with those guys earlier. It meant so much to me. No one has ever done that before. No one has ever wanted to take a stand for me.”
“I’d do anything to protect you. Anything.” I grunt, holding myself back from driving inside her like a madman. “Put me inside you.”
“ God , you’re big.” She whimpers as I feel her move me between us.
The time has come, and every muscle in my body is on a hair trigger.
She guides the tip into her opening, her mouth falling open and her hips moving upward to offer herself.
“Fuck.” I grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches. She’s so fucking tight that I don’t know if I’ll be able to get all the way inside her.
Just at my doubt, her body gushes slick warmth onto me, dripping down my shaft and easing the way.
“You want me?” I look down into her half-lidded eyes, my arms braced at her sides.
“More than anything.” Her voice cracks and there’s a little gasp as I ease my hard cock forward.
I’m barely inside her, and I’m lost in the fog of my obsession. I feel her body stiffen and her guiding hand retreats, tracing up my side to the back of my neck.
Her pussy clenches as I give her shallow thrusts, allowing her body to adjust. But I’m only in a few inches when I feel her so tight, I’m not sure I can give her more.
She winces but drives her hips upward.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” I drop my body and rest my forehead to hers. “It’s going to hurt. You’re too tight.”
“It’s okay. I want you just to be inside of me. Please .” Her body moves under me, both her hands on my shoulders, pulling at me.
I brace upward again, staring into her eyes, and watch them widen as I drive forward until she yelps and freezes.
Her mouth opens into a round wince, but she nods and blinks a few times.
“Sorry, baby,” I grunt, then pull out and thrust back in, her body soaking us both as she screams, but her hips rise to take the last remaining length on her own.
Her cunt clamps down so tight I wonder if she’ll ever let go.
“I’m going to live in your cunt, Filly. You're going to sleep with me inside of you. Feel my cum dripping out of you all day, every day, from now on. I hope you’re ready because I’ve saved up for you. Your job is to take care of this cock. I hope you’re up to the task.”
Another nod and we move together until I’m deep inside her where I belong.
I start to fuck into her faster and harder, and to my amazement, she meets my thrusts with her own. I look down to see her round tits bouncing with our movements, and I’ve never seen anything more incredible in my life.
I’m so connected to her already I don’t know how I’ll ever get any work done again. It’s the highest point of my life, and I had no idea feelings like this were even possible.
Her nails rake down my back as she cries out, her body shaking as her climax rages through her, shaking her savagely as I fuck into her like a beast giving her no respite.
I drop myself, connecting our mouths as her moans vibrate into our kiss. The bed is slamming into the wall, and her insides massage my cock, trying to milk my cum from me.
Images of her body, round with our baby, explode through my mind. I’ve never wanted kids before. Never released myself inside a woman without protection. But I will never use anything with Mary Beth.
“You want my cum inside you?” I seethe into her ear. “Your cunt is telling me you do. Squeezing me, sucking it out of me. Tell me you want it. Tell me to cum inside you.”
My words push her over into another shattering orgasm as her walls stroke and her opening clamps down.
The heaviness in my balls draws upward, and my release is coming, but I need her to tell me she wants what I want.
Her hips try to answer for her, her eyes glazed, but I need her words.
“Say it…” I rumble, driving inside her, then retreating, the pressure of my swollen head excruciating.
It takes all my willpower to hold off another thirty seconds.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “I do. I want your cum inside me.”
I roar as my climax takes me like a tidal wave. Every cell in my body explodes with pleasure and purpose.
I wrap my arms around her, surge forward until my balls are against her, and then feel them heave and jerk as I empty jet after jet of my seed into her womb.
Her ankles come up and lock behind me, clutching and keeping us as tightly together as two people can be.
I can’t help thinking my seed is rooting inside her, binding her to me forever.
We gasp and struggle for breath together, and I take her mouth, my tongue moving gently between her open lips as her pussy milks me for every drop.