CHAPTER FOUR
SOREN
The cautious need in Diana's eyes is my undoing, along with the heat of her pussy bearing down on my dick. If this beautiful woman craves a night of reckless fucking, then count me in. I'm happy to oblige until dawn creeps over the horizon.
“Is this okay?” she asks hesitantly, biting her bottom lip.
“It's more than okay, firecracker.” The endearment falls naturally. She's raw and sassy and sparking with pure energy. “But we might have a problem with protection. I don't have any. I haven’t needed them in a long time.”
Condoms haven't been on my radar for years.
“I'm on the pill, and my last health check-up was clear. We're good.” Her hips roll over my lap, grinding her cunt on my aching dick.
“Um… more than good, baby.” My hands creep under her shirt and tug it over her head to reveal flawless tits. “Damn,” I mutter before diving forward to suck one of the cherry tips between my lips.
I alternate between each bud as Diana moans, riding my thigh like a world-class rodeo champ. “Clothes. Off. Now,” I grunt, the caveman in me barely allowing for full sentences. She wriggles off me and divests herself of panties and leggings while I shuck off the clothes that barely fit anyway.
With my hard cock sticking straight up in the air, Diana bends down to suck on the mushroom head, her plump ass high in the air providing the perfect view.
“Goddamn, firecracker. This dirty little mouth is gonna make me cum.” She moans and swallows deeper until the ridges of her throat rub along my cock. My fingers tangle in her hair. “Is that what you want? You want my cum filling this pretty mouth of yours?”
She hums in agreement, and that extra vibration pushes me over the edge as I come with a roar. Diana quickly swallows what she can, though my seed still overflows enough to drip down her chin.
It glistens under the firelight on her pale skin.
It’s sexy as fuck and has me readying for a second round sooner than expected. I urge her off my dick in favor of lining her wet pussy up with my hardened cock and claim her reddened mouth with a possessive kiss.
“That was good, baby, but I need more than your talented mouth to satisfy me.” My hand reaches beneath her to rub her clit. “I need your tight cunt milking my cock dry. You think you're up to it?”
She pants eagerly. “ Yes. ” Her cunt slams down, burying all ten inches of me in one fell swoop. We both cry out at the incredible sensation.
“You're so big,” Diana breathes. She wiggles and whimpers on the thick impalement, and I grit my teeth at the strangling clasp of her pussy working my dick in rhythmic waves.
“The better to fuck you with,” I tease, pinching a nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Diana laughs breathlessly. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she pulls me closer. “Then fuck me already, mountain man.”
Growling, I shift us forward until she's flat on her back on the hardwood floor. The rug offers an inch-thick barrier, but not enough to provide real comfort. My arms slip under her knees, hefting her curvy body higher and changing the angle of where I'm hitting inside of her clenching channel.
“Oh… Oh… Soren! ” She yelps, her head tilting back, exposing her neck to the firelight and drawing my attention to the heavy pulse. Bending my head, I suck on the sign of life, determined to leave my mark on her.
My heavy thrusts send her sliding across the floor until her hands reach up and brace against the stone lip of the hearth.
“Don't stop…” she begs.
“Don't worry, firecracker. You're gonna come for me once and then again, and then maybe I'll stuff this pussy full of my seed.”
“Yes, please…” she pants.
Long, hard drives of my hips follow. It could be minutes or hours that we fuck in front of that fireplace.
All I know is that Diana's pussy is the sweetest thing I've ever felt, and despite the tingling at the base of my spine—the need to fill her full of my cock and seed a primal obsession—I can’t come yet.
I don’t want to.
I can’t.
I hold out until her body seizes up for the third time, her orgasm vibrating through her limbs, her voice hoarse from all of her screaming. Then I let go, sweat and calm binding us together as I collapse on top of her.
Fuck, that was intense.
And we've got the rest of the night to top it.
***
“Dad, something's wrong with Whiskers.”
I finish rinsing off my plate in the sink, then turn to Sara Beth, who's holding her white bunny close to her chest. “What do you mean?”
“He limps when he hops,” she explains before setting him down and letting me witness the evidence for myself. His front paw twitches, and he begins limping before Sara Beth quickly scoops him up and feeds him a treat.
“Poor baby….” she coos to her fluffy charge. “He's hurt. We gotta take him to the vet.”
Sighing, I check the time on my phone. We've got twenty minutes before Sara Beth needs to be in class, and there's no way Dr. Winston will be able to fit us in for an emergency appointment that soon.
“Alright, I'll call the doctor and set up something for this afternoon.
Go put him in his cage, then grab your backpack. We've got to jet.”
Sara Beth looks like she's about to argue, but we don't compromise when it comes to school. There doesn't seem to be any other issue with Whiskers. He ate the treat just fine, so I'm guessing he'll be okay for a couple more hours before we can make it into the vet's office.
Once Sara Beth leaves the kitchen, I dial the veterinarian's number, and his secretary, Linda, picks up.
“Hey, Linda, this is Soren Caldwell. We have a limping bunny situation here, and I was hoping you could squeeze me into Dr. Winston's schedule today. After school, preferably.” I know my daughter will want to be present when her prized bunny is examined.
“Oh, no, something's wrong with Whiskers?” The older woman loves all of her charges—dogs, cats, and bunnies included.
“Guess so. He started limping this morning. Looks to be his left front paw.”
“We have an opening for 3:45. Is that okay?” Linda asks.
“Yep, that’s fine.”
“The new vet tech has been a lifesaver for us, allowing Dr. Winston to see more patients.”
“Oh, that's nice,” I say absentmindedly. The inner workings of the vet office don't matter much to me, but Linda is a talker, and if Dr. Winston hiring more help means my daughter's bunny gets seen sooner, all the better.
“I'm glad we were able to make something work.”
“Yeah, me too,” I say, missing the first part of Linda's monologue. “See you this afternoon.”
A few minutes later, Sara Beth and I are on our way to the elementary school, but I can't help glancing in my rearview mirror as we drive down the mountain.
After our passionate night together, I snuck out on Diana the morning after, hoping to avoid an awkward conversation. Maybe that makes me an asshole, but I feared if I stayed any longer I might have asked her for the entire weekend together. Something that wouldn't have been smart.
She's long gone by now , I remind myself. Probably.
It's not like I've visited the cabin to check on her in the past three days, but the Duncans’ guests rarely stayed past a weekend. Diana left Suitor’s Crossing to return to her normal life. I'll never see her again.
For some reason, the realization makes my gut clench.