Chapter 1 #2
His dark eyes narrow as he works my open folds down on the solid length of his cock while simultaneously reaching up to weave his fingers into the roots of my hair. He tugs, exposing my neck, pulling me to his mouth and sinks his teeth into my tender flesh.
“That’s right, baby. I’m Daddy. And when I get that ring on your finger, my name latched to the end of yours, you’ll get all the thick, daddy dick your greedy, bratty pussy can handle.”
“Then let’s go do it. Right now. This truck has a half tank of gas, and that’s enough to get us to Wyoming. You can get married same day as you get your license there.”
I bob my eyebrows playfully, then immediately regret it when I see the flash of pain in his eyes. I’ve belonged to Roman since we were barely out of diapers, but there’s something in him that he can’t quite work out, and it sticks an iron poker in my heart.
He’ll marry me. I know he will. But he’s got chips on his shoulders the size of Mount Rushmore, rightful or not and he needs to put those down before he carries me over a threshold.
He’s spent a few turns in the county lock-up for using his fists to end an argument instead of his boots to walk away from it.
I’m as addicted to that darkness as I am to his light. But Roman always sees every little mistake he makes as a personal failing.
His brother and sister never treated him any different than if they’d all been born to the same parents, and Allister and Leah raised him with the same love and discipline they gave the twins, but something came with Roman from his past that he can’t quite shake.
Doesn’t help that my actual daddy won’t stay off his case the last few years.
I mean, I understand he likely wouldn’t want anyone thinking filthy thoughts about his little girl and we haven’t made it official to the family all that we’ve been doing in the back of his truck since we were sixteen.
But, still, my dad makes sure Roman knows his choices have consequences. And one of them is losing the respect of an uncle who made a living helping people who’d run their lives off the tracks.
“Tell me you love me,” Roman snarls as he works our needy parts together, that glorious tension rising up from the depths of my belly, melting when he takes my hair again. The burn as he pulls sends me to that place where the world disappears.
“I love you,” I blurt out without hesitation.
He knows I do, but he loves hearing me say it as much as he loves cheering me on at my competitions.
Our future is filled with rodeos and silver belt buckles and I can’t wait to hear my name called for the first time, ‘fastest time of the night goes to…Mrs. Emily Marshall!’ with Roman standing right behind me.
“God, Daddy.” I moan and flex my hips. I’m so close, the ridge of his cock popping on my clit as he rubs us together. My hands work the hem of my tank top upward as he leans forward and pinches the pink lace of my bra, ripping it down exposing my breast.
I gasp and buck, his hat flying off my head as he latches on, drawing down my nipple at the same time as thrusting his hips upward as we convulse together in a frantic orchestra of youth and lust.
He drags his teeth over the puckered flesh, then releases it from his lips with a groan.
Heat spreads over my chest, my cheeks, everywhere as I ride the length of his erection like I’m going in for that last turn on the barrel, hell-bent for the prize at the end of the ride. We’re a tangled ball of grunts and panting and cursing out bodies slick with the effort.
“Let me just talk to my dad,” I whine as he works his cock against me, his cheeks hollow, working my nipples back and forth.
Sucking sounds and the scent of sex fill the cab as the July sun cuts through the tree shade, sending bolts of white light across his chiseled face.
God, this man.
He’s not just gorgeous, he’s a drug. Two parts danger, three parts Daddy, and a thousand parts stubborn and sexy.
Oh, and as many parts genius, though he downplays that quality. He and Casey have used their geek brains to create some mad-brilliant tech ideas ever since they were in middle school, and now, with some new LLM leverage, their geek-out sessions are equal parts hilarious and mad sexy as well.
My cousin Carrie isn’t into making games or apps like they are, but she knows more about contract law than even her instructors at Big Sky East University the private college they’ve been attending since they both graduated as dual valedictorians at sixteen.
I only wish my Dad would see what I see in Roman and not be so overprotective that all he focuses on is and the rough edges and missteps of Roman Marshall.
When Roman comes up for a breath from my tits, my belly and legs are jelly as he works my body up and down on his dick like a sex doll before attacking my mouth with his, his tongue winding with mine, warm, and thick, and so familiar.
How lucky we are that somehow, even from before our memories are clear, we both knew we were meant to be. That on a soul level, we were foretold under some glorious stars in a vast universe.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to be inside your pussy. If it feels this good rubbing on my dick, I’m damn near gonna die of happiness when I get inside you.” Roman’s jawline hardens. The furrows in his forehead deepen as our movements turn jerky and the temperature in the cab goes up ten degrees.
“Just put the tip inside me,” I beg, cocking my hips upward to catch the head at my entrance but his hands are vices on my hips, keeping me from sucking him into my greedy recesses. “Just the tip.”
“Quit.” He growls working us harder, faster but keeping me low on his shaft.
“I want it so bad. Please, Daddy…” I hiss and whine, throwing my head back to watch a streak of light cut across the beige fabric on the roof of the truck, the top of his hat bumping and rubbing next to my hands as I brace them on the ceiling. “Please…” I whimper again, knowing it won’t break him.
Nothing breaks him.
“No. I’ll fuck you six ways ‘til Sunday every day for the rest of your life, but only once the ink dries on the marriage license. Only once the preacher says, ‘You may kiss the bride.’ Now, quit.” He uses that same tone he does with his horses, and it sends a flood of slick warmth from my body, coating his shaft as he lands a sharp smack on my hip.
I hear a buzz as his phone receives a text.
Then another. Roman ignores them. “Now, come like a good girl.”
I’m already there. The light and dark in him swirls around, mixing with the heady friction of his iron-hard shaft, slick with my arousal, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing until I turn into a bundle of knots and choked moans.
His giant arms lock around my waist, pulling us together as my body bucks and jerks, lights flashing behind my lids as manic movements take control of my hips, and I lose myself in this cowboy that’s the only man I’ve ever wanted.
“Good girl,” he groans, growling as his body hardens under mine.
I’m climax-delirious when he lifts my body from his lap, spreading his knees and grabbing my hair into a knot with one hand, the other on that monstrous erection that rivals enough of the horse cocks I’ve seen to make most women wince.
I know what’s coming. Snort. No pun intended.
“Eyes closed, mouth open. Here’s your prize.”
With a jerk and a tug, my face is shoved downward, and the first warm spurt lands on my right cheek.
Opening my mouth, I extend my tongue taking his offering with greedy willingness, and the savory cream hits home as Roman comes like a stallion letting loose a low bellow inside the truck cab that vibrates down into my core.
His release lands on my face, and in my mouth, and I take it all.
“So fucking pretty with Daddy’s gift over your face,” he groans as I lap up everywhere my tongue can reach swallowing it down. “Say thank you.”
I open my eyes to see Roman’s satisfied smirk through strings of cum sticking to my lashes. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He runs the pads of his fingers down my face, scooping up his warm release and feeding it to me. I take it willingly and joyfully. I want his dick inside me, but I’ll take this for now.
“Good girl.”