Chapter 6 #2
I strode quickly down the hallway, following her through the door. And what a sight I beheld when I got there.
Gwen was already up on the bed in a face-down doggy-style position with her ass in the air. Those little lace panties were still on, teasing me to take a closer look at my prize.
A drop of precum spilled out of my throbbing tip as I hastily tugged my pants off, followed by my boxer briefs.
A brief flash of guilt shot through me. I should not be fucking my host’s houseguest.
But there was no way I could stop myself now. Not when those hips of hers were beckoning me towards her.
I got on the bed, positioning myself behind her, the weight of my body making the mattress creak as it adapted to me.
Then, with a reverence I didn’t know was inside me, I rested my hands on her hips, delighted at how soft her smooth skin was.
We didn’t need words between us.
Gwen was telling me she wanted to be fucked… and hard.
And I just happened to be man enough for this particular mission.
For the first time since getting booted from the Army Rangers, I felt like I was in the right place doing the right thing.
I hooked a finger through the side of her panties and slipped them down, revealing a delightfully wet pussy. The woman was dripping for me.
Holy fucking shit.
I slid a finger along her slit, separating her lips, then studied the view of her while she breathed hard, barely able to contain herself.
Then I stroked her sweet, sweet pussy until she was moaning and writhing against my hand, bucking her hips backwards towards me, making her need known.
She came a few minutes later, her body coming undone for me, wrapping around my fingers, squeezing them in bursts as her orgasm rolled through her.
Gwen had been quiet even then, but her breathing was ragged and desperate, betraying the intensity that she’d just felt.
Even as she worked to catch her breath, I rubbed my tip against her slit, parting it delightfully.
Then I watched as I slowly buried myself inside her all the way to my root.
Now she did make a sound. A low, hungry cry of need.
My sweet girl wanted to get fucked, and she was in heat for me.
Victory flooded my chest as I gripped her chubby hips, pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into her.
Slow.
Triumphant.
Proud.
I loved the sight of her big ass as I took her, my movements controlled at first, then slowly unraveling into a series of hard thrusts as I finally lost my ability to pace myself.
I held onto her hips the whole time, giving her a serving of me, until she cried out again, louder this time, with my name on her lips. “Fuck me, Knox. Fuck me!”
Where the hell had this woman been hiding?
Gwen was soft and sexy and one hundred percent woman. Somehow, this demure little kitten was a wildcat in bed, silently begging for more with each tremble of her body.
I took her with everything I had in me, claiming her as mine. She’d always belonged to me.
Her whole life had just been waiting for this moment, even if she’d never known it before.
She was mine.
I marked her with each one of my hungry thrusts, the whole bed shaking on its frame, headboard thumping against the wall.
Gwen was perfection.
Gwen was an angel.
Gwen was everything I’d ever need.
And that’s when I lost it.
I’d meant to pull out. But instead I slammed into her one more time, buried to the hilt as hot pulsing cum throbbed right out of my cock.
I groaned and tightened my grip on her hips as I did my best to fill her completely, an animalistic instinct overtaking me.
Then I stayed just like that, incapable of moving, feeling the connection between us.
Some primal part of me that I didn’t even understand hoped I’d just impregnated her. I’d never felt that way about a woman before.
In fact, I’d never had unprotected sex with a woman before. I’d never wanted a baby Knox running around until this moment.
Shaking my head, I tried to clear my thoughts. Gwen had made me lose my mind for a second there.
I released my hold on her hips, noticing the red marks where I’d gripped her too tight. Then I slipped out of her.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt really strange. This hadn’t felt like normal sex. Something weird was happening to me.
I collapsed down on the bed beside her, and she shifted positions, shyly looking over at me.
“That was…” my words trailed off. What could I say to describe the intensity of this experience?
She nodded in response, then slipped under the covers.
Huskily, I said, “I didn’t mean to…”
“Yeah. I didn’t think that through either. I’m not on birth control.”
Then we both sank into silence. Together in the bed but alone in our thoughts.
After sitting there for a few minutes, I realized I either needed to get my ass back out to the bunkhouse or get under the covers with her. It was a cold night, and I hadn’t turned up the heat on the thermostat. The room was chilly.
Everything inside me said I should get up and go. That’s what a one-night stand meant.
But instead I found myself slipping under the covers next to her, pulling her close until we were skin-on-skin.
“Why’d you fuck me?” I asked, curious as anything to hear her answer.
“Oh, um, I appreciated your honesty.”
“My honesty?”
“Yeah. That this didn’t mean anything. I don’t like it when people lie to me. I was with a guy once who—”
She stopped talking. But I knew she’d finish the thought if she wanted to share it with me.
We lay there in silence together again, the quiet of the night surrounding us, until we warmed up under the blankets, my cock stiffening and asking for seconds.
But I brushed it off, still basking in the afterglow of our experience.
When she finally spoke, her voice was steady. “I dated a guy named Shep. I really loved him. Or… I thought I did. He said all the right things about how he wanted to have a life with me. Marriage, kids, the white picket fence. All of it. I was a virgin and…”
Shep sounded like a thousand guys I knew. Not all of them are like that. But enough are that it must be hard to be a woman sometimes. I’d always believed in being upfront. It helped avoid any misunderstandings.
Gwen felt amazing in my arms. I stroked her arm softly, inhaling the scent of her.
Then she finished her story. “I was a virgin, and he evidently worked on me for six months just to have the conquest. When I finally decided to be with him it was because he told me he wanted to get engaged. Gave me a ring and everything. I thought we were in love. Turned out the ring was cubic zirconia. He’d paid twenty dollars for it from a drugstore. ”
She rested her head against my chest. “Afterward, he strung me along for a few weeks, then dumped me when he got bored with the sex. So now honesty is critical for me.”
I wanted to kill the man who’d done that to her.
“That never should have happened,” I told her gruffly.
“Yeah. I know.”
We stayed like that until I lost track of time, the softness of her body lulling me to sleep. My heartrate slowed until it felt like it was thumping in unison with hers. The cold winter night felt far away. We were tucked in a warm cocoon, one that we had made together.
We never even got up to clean the kitchen.