“It doesn’t matter what you think,” I rasp, wrapping an arm around her waist, snatching her off the ground and carrying her across the room. “Get your panties off and go bend over my kitchen table.”
She struggles in my hold. “No.”
“Do it now or the deal’s off,” I push through clenched teeth.
“You don’t want to do this,” she says, continuing to fight in my arms. “You don’t want to treat me like this.”
“My stiff cock begs to differ.” I’ve only just settled Billie on her feet when I push her face down onto the table, flipping the hem of her skirt up to expose her tight ass. Goddamn. Son of a bitch, she’s sexy. She’s in a pair of white boy shorts that are so snug, they cut into her juicy ass cheeks and it’s everything I can do not to erupt, then and there. Not only because the dress and panties are a turn-on, but because she isn’t fighting now. In fact, there’s moisture seeping onto that swathe of material shielding her cunt. Her ribcage heaves in and out, her panting lips parted against the surface of the table.
She’s horny for it.
And thankGod.
Thank God, because if she’d fought me any more, I wouldn’t have been able to keep up this punishment for…believing in me. That’s what I’m doing, isn’t it? Punishing her for thinking I’m anything but an irredeemable asshole? Yes.
I’m doing what needs to be done.
Pushing her away. But…keeping her connected to me, at the same time.
Like the snake that I am.
“How much to breed you?” I bark.
She stops breathing. “What?”
“You heard me. How many months of mortgage on the ranch will I need to forgive to breed you, little girl?” I pull her underpants down to mid-thigh, taking a handful of her right cheek and kneading it like she’s my property. “I don’t want to be your fucking boyfriend, but I’ll need a son to take over my land one day, won’t I?” I haul back and spank her, her resulting gasp echoing around the room. “I’ll ask again. How much to breed you?”
For several seconds, there’s nothing but her wheezing breaths.
Then, “The land. Free and clear.” Her fingers curl on the table. “We’d own it.”
Smart girl.
She’s so brave and smart.
Even in the middle of whatever heaven/hell is happening here, she’s thinking on her feet, refusing to be intimidated by me. Lord, I’m in love with her. There. I have admitted it. I ambeyondloving her, even. This is tantamount to obsession.
“Done,” I say, lowering my zipper. “You’ve seen this done on the ranch, haven’t you?” I guide my cock to her sweet, slippery entrance and thrust myself in deep without preamble, all the way up to my balls, gritting out a vile curse while she screams, her fingernails raking the table. The tight silk of her arrests every muscle in my body, the beautiful profile of her face ripping at my heart. “Just a quick, crude fuck to breed a female. Nothing more.”
I gather her wrists at the small of her back, manacling them, and I pound into her dripping little hole, my head falling back on a silent, strangled moan. After a full minute of slick rides through her snug passage, I am choking with the need for skin-to-skin contact with her. I am sick without it. I can’t continuerobbing such immense pleasure from her body without loving and praising her in some way. It’s as if my soul won’t allow it.
I take her pinned wrists and move them on the table, holding them down on either side of her head. Leaning over her fully, my hips never cease their rut, but my heart sighs over the feel of her back to my chest, her taut ass cheeks tucked into my abdomen. And I can hear her breathing now, from this closer position. I can hear her halting mewls of enjoyment.
“I bet you thought that dress was pretty when you bought it.” I pummel her little cunt against the hard edge of the table, rocking the legs of the furniture on the floorboards. “All it did was make you look young and ripe for breeding.”
I’m studying her profile, watching her bite her bottom lip until it bleeds.
But I know she’s not in pain, because the squelching sounds are proof that she’s aroused, as is the eager tilt of her hips, the separation of her thighs. They’re her wordless ways of asking for my dick to go deep.
“Go on,” I rasp, raking my mouth up and down her ear. “Tell me you don’t want to carry Daddy’s baby.”
She refuses to speak, so I get rougher, entering her with increased force.
“I want Daddy’s baby!” she screams.
There it is. That’s why her lip is bleeding. She was biting back that confession.
Her voice is ringing with truth. She wants this. She wants to get pregnant by me.
