Chapter Seven
Daphne
I don’t say much on the walk back to the house and I continue to stay quiet as I scrub the kitchen floor and toss away the mess that Rocky made with dinner. Part of me feels bad for Gary. He’s fallen so far since I met him. There was a time when he really seemed to care about himself and others. Then again, maybe that was me projecting what I hoped he was. I’m probably doing the same with Boone, and that’s part of the reason I haven’t said much since we got back. Sure, he’s big, strong, protective, and hot as hell, but that doesn’t mean he’d be a good partner. I don’t even know if that’s what he’s interested in. Maybe he just wants to finish what we started earlier… which wouldn’t be the worst idea. Sexual healing is good for the soul… so I hear.
“Got the dog washed up,”
Boone says, stepping into the kitchen as I toss the last of the paper towels into the trash. “He was covered in mud.”
“Thanks.”
I tuck my hands into the pockets of my dress and try not to look him directly in the eye. I’m not sure what happened back at that cabin, but I love the way he keeps standing up for me, the way he looks so big and strong, the way his biceps flex when he’s angry.
My clit throbs and I drill a hole into the ground with my eyes.
“You okay?”
He steps forward, his hand on my shoulder. “You look tense.”
“Yeah. It’s just been a roller coaster of a day. Can you believe Rocky? I think he was getting protective.”
“He appreciates you. It just takes time to bond. Does this mean you want to keep him around?”
I nod slowly. “Yeah, I do. I think I might sell this cabin, though. I thought I wanted to stay here, but it’s weird now that Gary is like half a mile away.”
“Yeah,”
he brushes his calloused hand down over my shoulder, snagging the fabric as he rubs, “I feel a little weird about leaving you here tonight.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’ve got Rocky to go to battle for me if all hell breaks loose.”
“True,”
he brushes back my hair and leans into my neck, “but Rocky can’t do this.”
His beard brushes against my skin softly and tingles move up and down my spine as his touch warms me inside and out.
God, I want him. I want him to keep going. I want him to do everything those hands are capable of, but I’m gonna hate myself later.
I drag in a deep breath and back away from the massive man I want to take me over. “I shouldn’t do this.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know. This is all happening so quickly, and you’re…”
I look away and blow out a breath.
“Old.”
He finishes my thought for me.
“Well, I wasn’t gonna say it like that.”
“Does it bother you?”
“I mean, I never thought about it before, but I like that you’re… more mature, and you have this way about you that makes me feel electric and sexual. I…”
He steps forward, brushes a strand of hair from my face, and presses me back against the wall, his hand locked in mine above my head. “I don’t know what comes over me when I’m with you, kitten. I’m not usually this guy, but when I’m next to you, I want to make those pretty lips do dirty things.”
Oh God! My heart pounds against my chest as my panties soak. “Right, but… what about real life? What are we doing?”
“If you’re asking me if I’d want this forever, I doubt you’d believe the answer.”
He breathes hot air onto the lobe of my ear and a growl fills his throat.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’ve known you for two days, and if I tell you I have the overwhelming urge to fill you with babies and spend my life trying to fix all the shit that dude broke, you’re gonna think I’m crazy.”
I lift my leg and breathe heavy against his touch. “Are you crazy?”
“I told you,”
he grins the softest, most handsome grin I’ve ever seen, “I’ve been feeling insane since the second we met. You okay with that?”
I breathe heavily as his lips close in on my neck, waiting for an answer. “Yeah… I think I might be.”
Fast and hard, he crashes against my skin, scraping his teeth against my shoulder with a growl as his hands grip me tight. His cock presses into my stomach and my pussy is throbbing.
Oh God, I want him so badly. The anticipation is killing me.
“Fuck, kitten. I can smell your excitement.”
My arms wrap around his neck as he kisses me hard and fast, his tongue sneaking into my mouth with a heavy groan. There’s no way in hell I’m stopping this. The entire house could be on fire, and I’d insist that Boone keep touching me.
I tug his shirt up over his head, exposing his hard, hairy chest. I’ve never seen anything so perfect, never felt anything so divine.
He pulls the strap of my sundress down to the floor, and in a moment, I’m in front of him with nothing but cotton panties in place. Thankfully, the sun has nearly set, and the kitchen is dark except for the light from the moon that shines in from the side window.
“You’re so beautiful,”
he groans lowly, kissing me harder, moving down my neck and onto my breasts, suckling each nipple hard and fast before scraping his teeth over the buds. “I need to fuck you, kitten. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Yeah?”
I pant, more excited than I’ve ever been in my life. I hate to stop and compare, but it’s hard not to notice the difference in the way Boone is with me versus the way Gary was. Boone is rough and passionate. Gary was… none of that. Not even in the beginning.
“Touch yourself for me,”
Boone groans before sliding his palm against my soaking core. “I want to watch what you do.”
My stomach tightens as his request sends my nerves into a flurry of excitement and apprehension. I’ve never been asked to masturbate in front of anyone. I don’t even do it on my own, or at least I haven’t in months.
He lifts me up and sets me on the dining room table, tugging my panties off as he stares at me. “Touch yourself, kitten. Show me that little pink pussy.”
Not wanting to look as nervous as I feel, I bend my legs back and spread them wide, tucking my hand against my swollen lips before circling my clit with a moan.
I’m sure I look like an ogre in real life, but in my head, judging by the way his eyes are devouring my every move, I feel beautiful, seen, admired, cherished.
God, I feel valued. Why does that feel so good?
I rub my clit harder and faster as he strokes his cock beside my face. “Kiss my cock, kitten. Get me ready for your tight, little pussy.”
I bite my lip and slide onto his thick cock, gagging as he presses it deeper into my throat.
“That’s fucking amazing,”
he growls, reaching between my legs to slide his fingers into me. “Don’t stop touching yourself. You look so fuckin’ good.”
I’m pretty sure no one has ever been more turned on in their lives.
“You want me inside this pussy, don’t you?”
He thrusts his fingers deeper as his cock slides in and out of my mouth.
I moan in approval and he growls again, sending a shiver down my spine as I try to keep focus on circling my clit, but it’s a difficult task when all I want to do is climb all over him and ride.
“You’re so tight. Does my little kitten love being stretched out?”
he grunts as he thrusts his cock deeper into my throat. “Take my cock. I’m so hard for you.”
A shiver goes all the way through me, and suddenly, I explode, moaning, convulsing, my thighs squeezing.
“Oh fuck,”
he growls, looking at the come on his hand. “I want to taste you, then I’m gonna fill you up.”
I lift my back off the table taking his hand with me as I squeeze his wrist and moan around his cock.
When I finally come down from the high, he pulls from my lips, licks his fingers, and buries his head between my legs, licking and growling as he moves his beard back and forth.
Oh my God! I dig my hands into his strong shoulders and my cheeks flame. “Don’t stop!”
He moves steadily scratching his soft beard against my clit as he nibbles and sucks.
“I’m gonna come again!”
My chest tightens and my thighs squeeze around his face as another orgasm rips its way up through my body. I squirm around, chasing the reverberating sensations as I moan out in relief. You’d think that would be enough, that two orgasms would have me coming to my senses. Instead, I’m still desperate for his cock. Desperate to be filled, desperate to be stretched, desperate to know what his big, thick shaft feels like inside of me.
He growls, teasing my clit as he moves his head away from my pussy. “I could lay there and eat forever if I didn’t need to fuck you so bad.”
He stands straight and tugs me to the edge of the table, angling the head of his thick cock at my entrance before he slides in and groans.
There aren’t enough words to describe that sound. The growl a man makes when he’s finally inside of you. “Oh, kitten, you’re so God damn tight.”
He thrusts back and forth slowly, and though I notice a dull ache as his thick cock stretches me wide, I try my best to ignore it in favor of the pleasure rushing in behind it.
“You okay?”
he groans, thrusting lightly as though he’s trying to get me used to his size.
“Yeah, I’m good. You’re just so big. I… wow…”
He thrusts harder and deeper, pressing all the way in. Shit! I grip his wrists as he works his cock into places no one has ever been.
Long, slow strokes turn more feverish, and soon he’s thrusting into me with urgency. One big hand on my tit, pinching my nipple, his eyes never leave mine as he says, “You’re so tight, kitten. So, fuckin’ perfect. I’m gonna come!”
“Do it!”
I scream. “Come hard, Boone! I need it! Fill me up!”
I dig my nails into his forearm as he drives his cock into me, pressing my cervix with each hard smash.
I might pass out. I’m not sure. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. It’s hard, rough, and animalistic, and while I want it to be ‘just sex,’ it’s not. Behind all that roughness is a protector that I want all to myself.
“Fuck,”
he groans, and grips my hips tighter, pounding into me over and over as his face tightens and contorts.
I’m not sure what it is about this moment, or what part of me his massive cock is currently rubbing against, but whatever it is, I can’t take it. Another wild orgasm rips its way through me, forcing convulsions into my hips as I scream out.
“Fuck!”
he growls. “I love to feel that pussy come.”
I spasm around his length as his movements get tighter and faster. Within seconds, he lets out a growl and explodes inside of me.
He groans and pulls me up toward him, snuggling me against his sticky, hot frame as he holds me close. “You felt so damn good.”
I’m not sure I can comprehend words right now. I’ve never come once during sex, let alone three times in one shot. “You felt… incredible.”
I kiss his chest and breathe his masculine scent in as he lifts me from the table and carries me into the bedroom.
“That’s good,”
he groans, “because you’re mine forever now.”
There are a million things happening at this moment that have never happened before. First, I’ve never been lifted like this in my life. Second, no one has ever fucked me so hard. And third, no one has ever so explicitly tried to own me.
He lays me back on the bed and kisses my forehead before climbing in next to me, pulling me against his chest with a groan. “Tell me you’re mine, kitten. I need to hear it.”
“I’m yours.”
The words slide from my lips easily without regret, and for the first time in my life, I think I might have something to relate to on the radio Monday morning.