Chapter 6
BOONE
We hug for a long time. Minutes pass without us saying anything, without us needing to. Then my cellphone rings. It’s Deputy Clint.
“Are you still with your lady?” he says.
I must’ve made my point damn clear in the training room earlier if he’s addressing her as my lady. Which is how she should always be referred to.
“Yeah.”
“Just got word from the wardens that the flood is starting to clear. They’ll be able to go on their way soon.”
I swallow. “Great.”
“Bad news?” Lila asks when I hang up.
“You and your friends will be able to drive out of here soon,” I tell her.
“Oh,” she murmurs, looking at the floor.
“Weather’s cleared. Storm seems to be holding off. Rain is draining.”
“Great,” she says softly. “I mean—I guess we’ve got our own lives to focus on, right? Do you have a fight coming up?”
I nod. “In one month. Cutting weight. Training. Making sure I’m ready so I don’t get a mouthful of canvas.”
“One of my final credits is a presentation of my photography. Three and a half weeks from today.”
“Give me the address. The time.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Boone, I’m not even from this State. It’s the week of your fight. You’ll need to focus.”
“Give me the address. The time. Not a request … an order.”
“Oh, and who said I like when you give me orders, huh?” she says sassily.
“You don’t need to say it,” I groan. “It’s just flat-out true. You like it, Snapshot. You do. Want an example?”
She’s startled, staring at me with those beautiful, na?ve, curious eyes. “What?”
“Turn around,” I insist. “I mean it. Bend over the bed, and don’t be shy about sticking that wonderful ass up.”
She does as she’s told, gripping onto the sheets and arching her back to present the unbelievable roundness of her ass.
“You belong to me. I don’t give a damn if we try a hundred times and your excitable virgin slit teases me, because I will fuck your tight little hole. I will make you cream all over my cock. I will fucking own you.”
Her cheeks turn bright red. She releases a soft, breathy moan.
“Now, tell me. Where and when is your show?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Nah-uh.”
I smirk. “So, you want to play games?”
I walk up behind her, slip my hands between her thighs and her belly then thrust my stiffness against her through our clothes.
“How are you already so hard?” she whispers.
“Shhh, little Snapshot.” I gently, almost comically, spank her ass, groaning as her whole body rocks forward. She gasps.
“Tell me.” I spank her. “Where.” Spank. “Your.” Harder spank. “Show.” So hard she collapses forward and bites down on the sheets. “Is.”
She looks at me over her shoulder, pouting like she does when she takes photos.
“I don’t want to ruin your fight,” she says, a glint in her eyes..
“Then I’m going to spank you until your big creamy ass is as red as your na?ve little face. Do I need to do that?” She breaths heavily, her fists grasp tighter to the sheets.
I tear down her pants and her underwear to her knees. When I see her pussy, it’s like it’s been weeks, not minutes. Bent over, her pinkness makes a triangle of pure obsession.
“It’s in LA, right?” I murmur.
“You can’t travel the week of your fight, can you?”
I bring a kissing spank against her bare ass cheek. I hold my hand in place pressing and massaging before releasing.
“I can do any damn thing I want.”
The next time I spank her, her hips twitch. There’s something involuntary sexy about the movement, as if lust surges unstoppably through her.
“This is turning you on. It’s making you wild.”
She can’t deny it. She can only stare at me with those beguilingly na?ve eyes.
“You don’t want me to stop,” I groan. “You want me to paint your ass red. Doesn’t it hurt, Snapshot?”
“Not much,” she moans. “I like …”
“What … Don’t get coy now”
“You being in charge. I like letting go.”
“Can your inexperienced soaked pussy take more attention?” I grunt.
“I don’t know. This is all new to me.”
I bite down so hard I almost shatter my teeth.
This is new to her because she’s mine. I knew she was mine the moment I laid my eyes on her.
“So, tell me. Now!”
“Yes, it’s in LA, Boone. The Las Fotos Project. The Wednesday of your fight week. But I can’t be the reason you lose your—”
“I’ll be there,” I cut in. “In the meantime, I’ll need to train. But I don’t want to think about that now. I just want this. I want you. You look so perfect,. In fact—fuck. I need something to tide me over in the meantime.”
“What do you mean?” she murmurs.
I grab her camera bag, take out her camera.
“You’re a passionate photographer,” I say. “Can you be a subject too? My subject, Lila. Only mine.”
I turn on the camera, hands uncertain as I aim it.
“Stick that thick delicious ass out, and up … higher”
She arches her back even further. The movement causes her glimmering hole to wink at me, juices sliding down her pussy lips.
“Like that?” she asks.
“You’re a good fucking girl.”
“Hmm.” She nods. “I like being a good girl … for you.”
“Only for me.”
“Only for you,” she says with a quick obedience that has me forgetting I’ve ever come.
She’s so wet her thighs look like they’ve been glazed. Glittering with wetness.
“Grab your ass cheeks and spread them. Make sure to sink your fingers into your fleshiness. Own how thick you are, Lila. I want to see your big juicy ass squeezing around your fingers. Spread your slit too. It looks so hot when it winks at me.”
She does exactly as I say.
“We should stop,” I tell her, stroking my hands over her red ass in awe.
“Why?” she moans.
“Because I need to fuck your virgin hole. I need to fill you up. But I don’t want to hurt you. It’s my job to make sure nobody ever hurts you.”
“But I feel …”
“Say. It..”
“So wet.” She breathes shakily. “I think—it could …”
“You’re saying you want to try again,” I groan.
She nods. “Yeah.”
“But you don’t understand.” I move my hands over and over her ass, hypnotized. “When I feel the tight kiss of your pussy, I won’t be able to stop. I didn’t know the damn road was clear before. I didn’t know I wouldn’t be seeing you. I need your hole. I need it now.”
I smooth my hand lower and palm her slickness. She’s even more soaked than she was before. It’s a downpour of desire. She’s gushing from her raw hole all over her inexperienced lips and her innocent clit.
“You’re fucking torrential,” I growl.
“I’ve never been this wet,” she murmurs.
“Well, you were waiting for the right man … for me.”
“Are you …” She takes a moment to overcome her endearing shyness. “Wet enough? Your … cock?”
I stroke precum up and down my shaft. “I’m soaked.”
“Then try again,” she murmurs.
“There won’t be any trying,” I tell her. “If I touch your hole again, I’m fucking you, Lila. I’m fucking you because you’re mine and I need it more than I need air. I’m fucking you because you’re the sexiest woman alive.”
“Then … do it.”
I can’t fight this.
I grab her hips, center myself and drive myself into her virgin pussy in one stroke. Half way in, I find the self-control to slow and pause, remembering that this is her first time.
She buries her face in the sheets and lets out a muffled warbling cry. Her pussy clings onto my cock, squeezes with unbelievable pressure from base to tip. I thrust gently in further.
I hold myself buried to the hilt, staring down at her ass, her back, seeing her hair messy and sexy as it splays over the sheets. She blows it out of her face and looks at me over her shoulder.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers.
“Your body’s talking to me,” I groan. “I feel your pussy … fuck … you feel that?”
“Yeah,” she murmurs in a tone of amazement.
Her tunnel is pulsing around my dick, still tight and close, but loosening ever so slightly. Just enough for her to know that my dick belongs inside of her.
As I slip out, she pouts at me.
“Say it,” I growl, meeting her eye with a challenge.
“Say what, huh?”
“What you want to say.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says innocently.
I circle my tip around her hole. She tries to suck me back in.
“Say you need me to fuck your hole and fuck it hard.”
“I think you’ll break first,” she moans, but her voice gets raspy. She’s on the edge.
I keep rubbing my end against her hole, then I move to her clit. She reaches back for me, clawing at my belly. “Boone …”
“You came to this mountain an innocent na?ve girl,” I snarl. “I bet you never expected to meet your man. Your owner. Your everything. Beg me to fuck you.”
“I don’t need to beg. I know what I want and I know what Duh …” She hesitates.
“Holy fuck, Lila. What were you about to say?”
She pouts, shakes her head. “It might be too far. I don’t know.”
“Try me. Say it. Now.”
I swing down another spank onto her ass cheek, my hardest one yet, firmly massaging after impact but leaving a handprint outline on her gorgeous flesh.
“I know what Daddy wants,” she moans.
“What Daddy needs is your pussy,” I snarl, my head spinning, my attention a prisoner to this moment, this angel. “Daddy needs to fuck you like you deserve. Daddy needs to fill you up and come deep inside you. But you have to beg Daddy.”
“Nah-uh.”
Neither of us can speak clearly now. Both of us are choked with the sudden rush of adrenaline that comes with discovery.
We’re learning so much each moment and it only makes us need each other more.
“Beg.” I gasp.
She pouts. “Doesn’t Daddy want to fuck me?”
As I lose control and slip inside of her again, she offers a victorious smile then opens her mouth in a moan that’s like a song. I push all the way in, collapsing atop her, laying my hard torso against her back and wrapping my arm around her.
I shift my hips fast, pounding all the way deep into her then sliding out so her hole can grip my end, urging me to drive back in. She moans musically.
At first, she just takes my thrusts. Then she starts to push back, gripping the bed and driving back rhythmically against me,
Each thrust makes me want to erupt. And each thrust makes me more certain I’d rather die than finish before she does..
“My—perfect—virgin.”