A shock of heat pushes up behind my eyes, a sharpness lodging in my throat. “I love you, too, Billie. I love you so much, it’s painful.”
Eyes wet, she winds her tongue around mine, her hips rolling. Tempting, inviting. “Give me the pain, Daddy.”
That word flips a switch inside of me and I’m no longer capable of waiting. Teeth clenched, hands shaking, I jerk my zipper down to free myself, my knees dipping slightly over the immense weight of my cock falling out, dangling hard as iron between my legs. She squeaks when I rip the crotch of her panties in half, tilting my hips eagerly to get my erection in that warm, wet valley. Rubbing it there while she moans.
Propping my chin on the crown of her head, I plow deep into her tight little cunt, my spine immediately snapping straight, my eyes rolling into the back of my head at the singular feel of her. Like a fucking glove. “You’re coming home with me tonight, little girl.” I roll my hips right to left, luxuriating in her intense snugness. With her arousal seeping into my pubic hair and down my throbbing balls, I fuck her into the bales of hay. Pump, pump, pump, between her dangling legs. “You belong with your Daddy.”
“Yes,” she breathes, her molars clacking together when I quicken the pace. “Take me home and love me forever.”
“You gave me no choice,” I groan into her neck, undone by the silk clench of her pussy, her sweet breath, the trusting way she clings to me, allowing my frantic assault. “I couldn’t breathe without you. I missed you. I missed you.”
“I can feel that,” she gasps.
I’m driving into her like a fiend. Were her father to walk into this barn right now, he’d rescind his permission to pursue Billie. That’s how rough I’m taking her. “You can handle a rough ride,can’t you, little girl?” I growl, mashing my mouth against the side of her face. “You can take it how I taught you.”
“Uh-huh. I love it.” She whimpers when I bite her ear. “Harder.”
I yank her off the bales of hay and slam her back into them, flattening her body with mine, my lust taking control, my willpower coming to a jagged end—and she loves my rough play, tossing her head back and whining my name. “Take this load for me,” I manage, my vision prickling with light. “Take this hard load and I’ll kiss your pussy better later.”
“I’m probably already pregnant, Daddy,” she whispers, blinking at me. “But put your come deep inside of me, just to make sure.”
I black out momentarily, the rush of bliss is so exquisite.
When I blink her back into focus, her expression glazes over with pleasure.
Her pussy spasms around me, her orgasm arriving to greet mine, and we look one another in the eye, our joined sexes locking tight, flexing, releasing twin floods of moisture that drip onto the floor of the barn and onto my boots. I grind her small body into the bales of hay, my cock sputtering and choking inside of her, telling her slick pussy all about its three days of abject misery. I growl unintelligible words into her hair and she hiccups in response, laying kisses on my jaw, making me feel like a king.
Her king.
Forever and always.
Starting today.
epilogue
Five Years Later
Billie
My husbandstill gets a little crabby sometimes.
I love him all the more for it.
Especially because he earns the right to be a bear.
Take today, for example.
It’s our four-year old’s birthday party and our house is a zoo. My mother is fussing in the kitchen, there is a bouncy castle outside on the front lawn and the other parents are monopolizing my attention. That last part makes him extra cranky. My irrationally jealous husband is convinced all the fathers are secretly in love with me. Every time one of them attempts to make polite conversation, Knox appears at my side with the promise of death in his eyes. Silly, wonderful man.
Five years ago, on my nineteenth birthday, I packed a suitcase and moved to the top of the mountain, to Knox’s house, and one year later, we welcomed our daughter, Julia. Our son, Colt, followed swiftly on her heels. We barely had time to plan a proper wedding, amidst the revelation that I was pregnant at nineteen, but the ceremony was something out of a storybook.The local preacher married us right here on this very mountain, the sunset lighting up the valley like an emerald. I can still remember the fierce emotion in Knox’s eyes when we said “I do.” He still looks at me like that every single day.
That’s why I forgive his bad moods.
“When are all these idiots going to get out of our house?” Knox grouses, coming up behind me in the kitchen, drawing me back against his chest. “They’ve been here for hours, Billie,” he complains, rubbing his face in the curve of my neck, his calloused palm swiping right to left against my slightly exposed midriff. “I haven’t been able to stop and breathe you in forhours.”
My nipples prickle into tight little buds against the front of my tank top, lust swooping low in my tummy. “They’ll be gone soon, then we’ll settle in and take a nice, deep breath of each other,” I say soothingly, leaning back to receive his kiss. “I promise.”
“Oh, goodness, here they go again,” murmurs my mother, who takes that as her cue to sail out of the kitchen holding a fresh bowl of chips. She is well used to our infatuation with one another. One we can’t seem to hide, no matter how public the setting. “Why don’t you two go have a breather now? I can handle this crowd with my eyes closed.”
