Gavin loves to push the boundaries.
His prosthetic leg allows him to continue doing what he loves, such as riding horses, bull riding, andchasing me.
I’m deep in the woods when I feel his arm wrap around my waist. He tugs me into his chest with a wicked, hot grin that reaches his blue eyes. He was hiding behind a bush.
“Cora,” he croons. “I like chasing you. I like it when you run from me, and your weeping pussy calls to me. Because now that I’ve caught you, I get to make you scream out here, and no one can hear us. No one can hear what my girl sounds like when she’s getting fucked.”
I smirk, taunting him as I rock my hips into his as I feel his hard-on through his jeans. Huge and harder than a rock.
Gavin sold his home in Alaska and bought a one-hundred-acre ranch in Texas. We moved all of his horses here and bought more. He’s happy here.
We’re happy here.
I’m a full-time artist creating for local business owners and gaming companies.
Gavin takes care of the ranch with my father from morning to night.
“I’m not wet,” I lie. I’m turned on. I’m turned on so high that it makes me hate myself. I like the thrill of being hunted by him. Dark desires haunt me without remorse. I don’t have to be ashamed of what I want.
He dips his fingers, running them through my slit and smirks. His fingers dip into his mouth, and he sucks on them. Humming deep, he looks me in the eyes and ghosts the shell of my ear. My blood runs hot, knowing he’s caught me in a lie. This man is walking sex.
“Your wet pussy is begging to be fucked.”
He lifts my hands and secures them together with a rope. He ties it in a knot, making my flesh burn.
Using a knife, he slices my panties off me. He flips me so I’m palming the tree, holding onto it, as he exposes me. Pulling my ass up, I’m on my tiptoes.
The man who stalked me. Watched me. Bought all my art all along.
My muse is my stalker.
“No one knows your body like I do. Say it,” he growls.
“I’m made for you,” I breathe.
“This is what you like, isn’t it?” he taunts.
“Yes,” I moan.
He brings the darkness out of me, but doesn’t make it an ugly thing. We can be ourselves with each other. He worshipsme, and that scares the hell out of me because I’ve never had that before. I don’t know what to do with a man who ischoosingme every day. We both understand that a relationship isn’t going to be sunshine with butterflies every day; it’s a choice you make every day to selflessly love one another through the lowest of lows and highest of highs. To care for one another in every version we transform into with time. The most important thing is that we grow together and not apart.
He runs his hand over my chest and kneads my breasts. My nipples peak and pebble underneath his sensual grip. He places my other boob in his mouth, his lips wrap around it, his illegal, perfect tongue circling my nipple right before he sucks. Mewling, I arch my back and push my breast deeper into his mouth, chasing the euphoria he’s planting inside my heart.
“Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans against my nipple before he nips it and twists my other. “How do you want it?”
“Raw. I want every drop of your cum. I want to feel and see it drip out of me. Out of my ass.” I’m ready for it. I smooth my palm over the scar on his chest. The bullet wound he took.
“Such a dirty whore. My whore.”
Gavin
My wife is perfect.
Her pussy is divine…and I want her ass too. I want to fuck everything.
I lube the head with her slick, soft pussy, slapping her clit with my dick a couple of times, which causes her to tremble. She’s so wet; she’s making a mess of herself all over her thighs.
“You like it when I touch your ass like this, don’t you?” I growl into her ear. She nods, nipping at her bottom lip, and I’m tempted to fuck her mouth. I bite her shoulder, and she yelps but doesn’t run.
