I was shackled to the back of a motorcycle by my neck and driven a few hundred yards down a gravel road before I somehow managed to pull the fucker off and beat him to death with his own chain. Obviously, I don’t tell her that, and simply say. “A motorcycle accident.”
She doesn’t reply, goes on trailing her fingertips over the damaged skin. Down my neck, dipping beneath the collar of my T-shirt. “Did they hurt a lot?”
“Not as much as you’d expect. I think I was used to pain by then.”
She nods, like she knows how that feels.
I want to change the subject from our pasts, before I say too much. Before I’m confronted with so much of mine that I feel compelled to tell her the truth. I know I’ll have to one day, but not yet. Not when she’s looking at me the way she is. I run my nose over her jawline, drinking her in. “Do you like the new underwear I got for you, angel?”
Her cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
“Would you like to see it all now, or wait until we get home?”
I don’t miss that she just called my house her home, and I fucking love that she did. “That depends on whether you’d like to be fucked in this field before we go home.”
“Yes please, sir.”
“Yeah?”
Sinking her teeth into her juicy bottom lip, she nods. I slide my hand beneath her dress, over the soft supple skin of her thigh and a possessive growl rolls out of me. She arches her back, pressing herself into my touch.
“This dress is beautiful on you, baby, but I think it will look much better off you.”
“Yes,” she pants.
She helps me to pull it off over her head and lies back, her hair spread around her head like a dark halo. I let my eyes rake greedily over her body. The bright purple underwear looks stunning against her olive skin. Her pert brown nipples peeking through the sheer fabric of her bra, begging for attention. And don’t getme started on the panties and the strawberry-shaped wet spot currently staining the material at the apex of her thighs. “Fuck, you are perfect, baby.”
Her cheeks flush a delicious shade of pink. “Thank you, sir.”
I slip my hand into her panties and she spreads her legs to accommodate me. “And you’re such a good fucking girl for me.”
She grins mischievously. “Not always, sir. I wore something else today too, something you didn’t tell me to wear.”
As far as I can see, she’s wearing nothing right now but the underwear. Unless...
I slide my hand to the seam of her ass and feel the jeweled base of one of her plugs. “Wearing your plug makes you a very good girl. Did you want me to fuck your ass today, or are you just experimenting?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me there, Linc.”
My cock throbs with the need to be inside her. Quickly, I free it from the confines of my pants. “When we get home, okay?” I tug her new panties aside, too impatient to take them off. “I want to fuck my pretty cunt first.”
I sink inside her in one smooth thrust, all the way to the hilt. Thanks to her plug, she’s fucking soaked already.
“Linc!” she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me deeper.
I drive inside her, trying to get as deep as I can, but it’s not enough. Never enough. With a grunt of frustration, I flip her over until she’s on all fours. She squeals a half protest, but then she wiggles that delicious ass in my face. It looks goddamn edible under any circumstance, but in her tiny panties and with the plug visible through the fabric, it takes all my willpower not to bite into it like a juicy peach. I spank her instead. Once on each cheek.
I growl before pulling the panties down, leaving them midway up her thighs. Then I sink inside her and she feels so fucking good my eyes roll back. “I can get so much deeper like this, baby.”
She whines her agreement.
I spank her ass again. “Do you like being bent over and fucked out here in the open?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Like teasing me with your plug when you know I have no lube out here?”
