“Let me go!”she keens.
“Stop fighting me, woman!” I growl and smack her ass while I walk.
She cries out, but it only has the opposite effect. Now she’s pounding my back with her fists, ripping off a corn cob to smack me with it. Creative.
And fuck, I’m nearly bursting out of my jeans.
I never thought consensual non-consent roleplay would get my motor running this hot, but the trust adds a whole new layer. The experience stops being just physical. It feels like a deeper connection between us, the kind I’ve never shared with another partner.
The kind I’d never want to share with anybody but her.
When we escape the rows of green, I make straight for the truck. I throw her down on the passenger seat and climb in after her, shutting the door before I drop the shotgun on the floor. The position is a little awkward for a tall guy like me, but I’ll make do.
Tally hurls the corn at me. I duck my head and it hits the roof instead.
“My little Bubblegum Outlaw is feisty,” I grit out.
She props herself up on her elbows, grinning. “Can’t handle me, Big Guy?”
“I could handle you with my hands tied behind my back.” My eyes drag over her body and she squirms under my gaze. “That gives me an idea…”
We’re a tangle of limbs as I wrestle the jacket off her and toss it away, her dress following. Her bare breasts heave and I twirl her nipples between my fingers, making her moan.
Tally writhes as I turn her over on her belly. I caress her plush upper arms before I wrench her wrists behind her back and grab the duct tape from the shopping bag. She curses as I bind her wrists in a tight layer of tape. Itear it with my teeth and throw the roll on the floor before I rip her panties at the seams.
“I want you naked, Trouble, but the boots stay on while I fuck you.”
“Leave it to a country man to show a lady a good time in his truck.”
“You got that right,” I snarl.
My fingers digging into the flesh of her soft hips, I position her face down, ass up and spread her glistening sex.
My tongue slides along her slit and she squirms against my lips. Fuck, she’s delicious. One of these days I’m gonna have to make a whole meal out of her pussy, but tonight, I have other plans for my rebellious country superstar.
My dick practically jumps out as I free him from his cloth prison, but he’ll have to wait a little longer.
The shopping bag rustles as I take out the petroleum jelly and slather my cock in it. I scoop some on my finger, too, coating her puckered asshole.
“I’ve never done this before,” Tally pants, glancing at me over her shoulder.
I pause. “Do you want to?”
She nods.
“Let me take care of you. We’ll go slow,” I reassure her.
Tally lets out a keening moan as she grinds back against my finger and it slips into her tight ass. I feel her clenching around me, pulsing with need. Fresh pre-cum pearls from the swollen head of my dick.
“What a good slut you are for me, taking my finger in your ass,” I praise.
I stretch her with a second finger, then a third, and her breathing becomes more ragged with each digit. When she relaxes, finding her pleasure, I pull out and lineup my rigid cock with her rim. Bracing one foot on the floor I press forward.
My cockhead breaches her tight, hot ass. The sensation is incredible, but her muscles fight me.
A pained moan escapes her, sending a surge of pleasure through my dick. I reach around her body to find her clit and start rubbing. I thrust slowly, each push of my hips taking me deeper.
“Fuck, that feels too good…” she moans deliriously.
