Chapter Three #2
“You’re wet,” Sterling accused her. His voice was rough. The polished CEO was gone. In his place was the man beneath the suit; the alpha animal at the top of the food chain. “I can feel the heat coming off you.”
He rubbed his thumb over the seam of her jeans and found the slickness that had soaked through her panties.
“Tell me,” he ordered, biting her neck again harder. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want…” Cassidy couldn’t think. Her brain was offline. There was only sensation: the feeling of his hard body crushing her against the rack.
“Tell me,” Sterling growled.
He pressed his hips forward. The head of his cock ground against her apex. It was a heavy, distinct pressure. He was rock hard and straining against the fabric of his trousers.
Cassidy felt a desperate need to feel him skin to skin. She wanted to tear his zipper open and feel that thick steel inside her tight wet, heat. She wanted him to stretch her until she couldn’t think about debts or horses or snow.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. The words were vulgar but true.
Sterling didn’t hesitate.
He pulled back just enough to rip open her jeans. The button popped and pinged against the floorboards. He shoved the denim down her hips, hooked his fingers into her panties and tore them aside.
Cassidy gasped as the cool air hit her skin.
Then Sterling was there. His hand covered her pussy as he slid two fingers deep inside her. She was so wet she was dripping.
“Tight,” Sterling groaned. He pumped his fingers into her, finding her spot and curling his fingers. “You are so tight.”
He withdrew his hand and fumbled with his belt. The buckle jingled, then the sound of his zipper rasping down filled the room as he freed himself.
Cassidy looked down, and her eyes went wide.
He was enormous. His cock was thick and heavy and stood out from his body like a weapon. The head was broad and purple, glistening with pre-cum. Veins wrapped around the shaft.
“Sterling,” she breathed. “You won’t fit.”
“I will,” he promised.
He grabbed her hips and positioned himself at her entrance.
Then he pushed the wide head of his cock against her opening. He is too big. She felt stretched to the limit just from the pressure.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Cassidy looked up at his burning eyes.
“Take it,” he said and thrust forward.
Cassidy screamed in pain and pleasure mixed together.
He filled her completely, stretching her walls as he pushed deep into her core. It felt like he was rearranging her insides.
Sterling threw his head back and groaned. The sound was raw. “Fuck,” he swore. “You feel…”
He didn’t finish the sentence. He pulled almost all the way out then he slammed back in.
Cassidy dug her nails into his shoulders. She wrapped her legs tighter around him to take every inch of him.
He began to move in a punishing and angry rhythm. He wasn’t making love to her; he was conquering her. He drove into her with a desperation that matched her own.
The sound of their bodies meeting, slapping skin-to-skin, filled the tack room.
Cassidy threw her head back. She was lost and drowning in sensation. The friction of his thick shaft rubbing against her sensitive walls was overwhelming. Every thrust hit her clit and sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her brain.
“You like that?” Sterling growled, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. “You like taking my cock?”
“Yes,” Cassidy sobbed. “Yes. Please.”
“You belong to me,” Sterling said as he drove into her hard. “This ranch, this room, you…”
“Yes,” she agreed. She would agree to anything right now to keep him fucking her.
He picked up the pace like a relentless machine.
Cassidy felt the tension coil in her belly—tight and hot, building with every stroke.
“Sterling,” she gasped. “I’m close. I’m close.”
“Come for me,” he ordered.
He ground his hips against hers and hit her spot one last time. Then, time had stopped as Cassidy’s orgasm ripped through her entire body. Her inner muscles clamped down on his rock-hard cock as she screamed his name.
Sterling roared and drove into her one last time. He buried himself as deep as he could and poured his cum deep inside her. He held her still as he throbbed inside her and pulsed against her womb.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing.
Cassidy slumped against his chest, boneless and ruined. She felt full, stretched, and completely taken.
Then she heard the sound of an engine outside. It was not a sleek luxury engine. It was a rattling diesel cough.
Roger the ranch hand must have come to check the feed delivery.
The sound was like a gunshot in the air of their intimacy. Sterling stiffened and pulled out of her instantly. The loss of him was a physical ache. Cassidy felt cold air rush into the space where he had been.
Sterling stepped back to fix his clothes. He zipped his trousers, buckled his belt, and adjusted his shirt. Then he checked his cuffs.
His face was a mask again. The passion was gone, and the animal was back in the cage.
Cassidy fumbled with her jeans. Her hands were shaking so hard she didn’t realize the button was gone. She felt exposed and used.
Sterling looked at her. He didn’t offer to help, and he didn’t touch her.
He looked at the door listening to Roger’s heavy footsteps approaching the barn.
“Fix your hair,” he said icily. He walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out into the sunlight.
Cassidy was left alone in the shadows. She could still feel him inside her and smell sex on her skin.
She slid down the wall until she hit the floor, then pulled her knees to her chest. She had just let the man who was destroying her life destroy her body.
And God help her, she wanted him to do it again.