Chapter 8
ELLIE
I couldn’t believe I let that happen. What the hell was that? One second I was eating a bite of eggs and the next he had his finger inside me and I’m coming all over it. Then… then! Oh my God. Then he bent me over the kitchen table–where he ate–and pushed my leg up and then jerked off all over me.
Jerked off wasn’t the right phrasing. That was something boys did. What Trig did was manly. Virile. Because his dick was huge. Like a baby arm. Baseball bat. Club. His hand was big, but he slid it inches… literally inches, to go from root to tip.
And the cum that came out? Insane amounts spurted from it. I felt it as it landed on my skin hot and thick. It was hard to decide what to watch. His dick, the cum, or his face.
God, his face as he came. Brutal. Angry, almost. But also like he was somehow touching heaven.
We’d done the unthinkable. Okay, several unimaginable things. He’d put his thumb on my butt. Right there where no one should ever touch. And I’d liked it! Then he’d wiped all that cum into my skin. So much that it was like being painted with it.
He put me back on my feet, the hoodie fell down over my legs again and he went to wash his hands.
I didn’t know what to do. I had drying cum on my skin. My pussy pulsed and throbbed from the orgasm he gave me, my pussy was sore from just a little part of his finger entering me. And my butt… it tingled!
I shifted from foot to foot realizing I liked it. I really, really liked it.
No wonder my friends at school were so into sex. I never understood how any of them could have a one night stand with a guy they met at a party or a bar. How they’d been so overcome by lust and attraction that they let their common sense disappear.
Now, I knew. I’d done exactly that.
One rough-talked good girl and I’d bent over a kitchen table for him.
Was I a slut for spreading my thighs for Trig… just like that? Some growly words in my ear and he had his finger in my pussy. His thumb touching my butt. Spurting cum all over me.
I’d lost my mind. I couldn’t stay here, like he said.
He’d used the word mine . I wasn’t his. I couldn’t be.
It was too dangerous here in Devil’s Ditch.
Father was going to find me. Drag me back to his ranch and force me to marry Conrad Trout.
I was payment, and there was no way Mr. Trout would just let me, or the money Father would owe him back, just go.
And Mr. Trout had threatened to harm anyone who helped me.
I’d given in to the attraction between us. I’d let Trig touch me. Finger fuck me. I’d come all over his hand. God, looking down, I could see there were a few drips of my arousal on the floor.
My cheeks flamed.
I’d gone from one man who was going to make me his wife because of a bargain to another who’d rescued me from a blizzard and wanted to keep me as his.
If that had been only the tip of his finger, what would it be like with him with that enormous dick fucking me? I had no doubt I might die from the pleasure of it, but what about Trig? If Mr. Trout followed through, he might actually die.