Chapter 7
Rhylan
Dakota Wilde . The woman who could have any guy she ever dreamed of wanting, but I had every intention of finally making her mine.
She was every man’s wet fantasy, the whole fucking package. But her fierce attitude made most fail to keep up; they weren’t worthy of a vixen who knew how to hold her own.
What this woman needed was a man who could make her beg, drive her insane, but also give her control and encourage dominance. Balance.
Dakota was the reason I became my father’s greatest disappointment; the obsession that I had every right to claim, and I sure as fuck would. Maybe not tonight, but the seed would still be planted.
Ragged breaths passed between our lips as I pressed her harder against the cold brick wall, and she gripped my hair, yanking it with enough force to rip me away from my delicious treat.
“Oh, I can handle you, Cowboy, but this means nothing.” Her voice cracked with drunken desire like a freshly lit bonfire as her eyes drifted to my lips, hers already perfectly parted, pink and swollen. “One night, and that’s it. No names, no back stories, no feelings.”
“Fuck buddy status right out the gate? Well, color me impressed.” I chuckled at her boldness; at least she was honest. Acting as though this were an everyday occurrence—fucking around with strangers in restroom stalls.
“Whatever you want, pretty girl. Saddle up.” Little does she know that I’ll be the last man she’ll ever ride—ever need.
Removing my fingers from her soaked pussy, I freed my cock from my jeans before thrusting myself in, hard and deep, an intoxicating gasp forced past her lips as I filled and stretched my girl.
I’d give anything to hear Dakota moan my name right now, but I’ll play by her rules. I have all the time and patience in the world.
“F-fuck m-me.” She whimpered, her bottom lip turning pale as she sank her teeth into it, holding back all the beautiful cries she wanted to give.
“C’mon, darlin’. It’s only you and me here, and I know you’re not shy.” Breaking away from our kiss, I dragged my lips down her jawline and neck, sucking and teasing as they descended. “I wanna hear how good I make you feel. To know I’m hitting all the right spots.”
Her body tensed as I spoke, nails digging into skin, grip tightening on my hair. I slowed my pace, burying myself deeper with long strokes, letting her feel the loss before filling her all over again.
We fit so well together, seamless like a puzzle. I just needed Dakota to see it for herself.
“Mm-more…” Her head fell back with the plea, exposing her neck, and I took the liberty of caressing it with my palm, my thumb dragging a line up the column. Her body sagged, melting between mine and the wall as I gave her throat a gentle squeeze.
“You like that, baby?” It was hard not to be smug when you knew exactly what your girl craved. “How about this?” I sank my teeth into the soft spot between her shoulder and neck, hard enough to mark but not to puncture—a silent claim to a woman that was always meant to be mine.
Dakota’s breath turned ragged as I felt the walls of her sweet pussy flex around my cock, snugly stroking my shaft as I moved. I pounded harder, my own moans smothering hers as I drove myself in and out with intent, pleasure rippling through me with every thrust.
The sweet sounds of our sex vibrated off the brick and throughout the stalls. There was no hiding what we were doing. If someone were to walk in and catch us, I’d gladly let them stay and watch.
Dakota hopped up, wrapping her other leg around my waist for a better angle and leverage, allowing me to go even deeper. She recaptured my mouth with a savage moan, greedily taking everything she needed without hesitation.
“My god, you know exactly what it takes to satisfy a woman’s needs.” Not any woman, just this one. “Fuck, I can’t—I’m gonna—”
My fingers dug into her ass cheeks as she approached her edge, dragging sharp nails down my back like feline claws. Dakota was rough, insatiable, and all of what you’d expect a single night fuck to be; only this wouldn’t be the last time I’d bury myself balls deep inside of her.
“Cry for me, pretty girl.” I moaned against her lips. “Let yourself go.”
Dakota buried her face in the crook of my neck as she came around my dick, screaming against my skin until her throat dried.
A few more thrusts while she rode out her orgasm had me coming undone just the same.
My sweat-drenched forehead pressed against the wall, a cooling relief as I tightened my grip and filled her with my warm cum.
“Keep the hat, darlin’.”
Her life will never be the same after this. She’ll have a hard time getting rid of me.