Bounty(168)

“Anyone but me ever gonna get in this cunt?” he asked.

I tensed around his driving cock.

Yes.

I was right.

He was searing himself into me. His. For his use. For him. No other.

I was Deke’s.

“No,” I whispered.

“Ever?” he clipped.

“Not ever, baby,” I promised breathlessly.

He pounded into me, my body wrenching with each thrust, held steady only by his hand at my throat, his other one gripping hard at my knee.

Suddenly he jerked up that knee, slamming my pussy into his driving cock, each lunge colliding with my clit, pulsing through me. I lifted one hand to wrap my fingers around his wrist at my neck, holding him there, keeping him there, submitting to all he was doing, communicating I was his to claim. The other hand I slid between my legs, fingers separating, feeling in another way the beauty of Deke claiming me, marking me as his inside, all his, a place no one else would ever be.

It started sweltering over me. I lifted my head, pressing into his collar at my throat, looking under my lashes right into his eyes, moaning raggedly, “Baby, fuck me. Keep fucking me, Deke. Don’t stop. Never stop.”

He’d been taking me roughly, but at my words, his growl drove up my cunt as it rolled out his mouth and he bent slightly into me, his eyes locked to mine, and the silken violence of his fucking turned to velvet savagery.

“Yes, baby,” I panted. Pulling my fingers from between my legs, I lifted that hand and caught it hard around the back of his neck. “That’s yours. Make it yours, all yours, Deke.”

“Come, Jussy,” he grunted.

I didn’t want to come. I wanted my grip on him, his grip on me, his eyes like that, his face like that, his cock marking me deep, and I wanted it for eternity.

“Goddamn it, come, Jussy,” he snarled.

I was panting, soft moans escaping each time he plunged deep, filling me, connecting with me, knitting himself stronger in everything that was me, my eyes pinned to his.

It was time.

“Love you,” I whispered.

“Love you too, gypsy, now fuckin’ come,” he growled back.

I came. My spine arching off the marble, my leg winding around the small of his back, my fingers curling, my nails sinking into flesh, I cried out, first his name then soft noises escaping me as I felt my pussy undulate around his still thrusting cock, my clit contracting, throbbing, my breath finally suspending.

“Fuck.”

That came from Deke and it was a muted roar as he continued to pound into me, the feral sound of his release scraping into my skin, driving up my cunt, prolonging my orgasm as I felt him shoot hot and wet and deep into me.

When he collapsed on me, forehead to my temple, forcing my head to the side to cushion him, he didn’t let go of my throat or my knee.

I struggled to modulate my breathing and felt it against my ear, my cheek, as Deke did the same, his cock planted deep, rooted in me.

Rooted in me.

Love you too, gypsy…

Love you too, gypsy…

Love…

You…

Too.

I felt the tears gather in my eyes and I was too spent, physically and emotionally, to fight them back.

With Deke sense, he knew they were there the instant the first one slid over the bridge of my nose.

I knew this when he lifted his head and noted, “Baby, for a woman who says she doesn’t cry, you’re a serious fuckin’ crier.”

I righted my head and looked up at him.

“You just told me you loved me,” I pointed out in a reverent whisper.

Deke wasn’t in the mood for reverence.

“Yeah, and you just told me you loved me. But after the best fuckin’ orgasm I’ve ever had in my goddamned life, this besting the one you gave me last night, which, babe, was off the charts…remind me to tie you face down again and soon…you don’t see me cryin’.”

I watched his eyes turn glazed as my pussy shivered around his cock at the reminder of last night.

But my lips still hissed, “You’re a mountain man, Deke. It’s a guess, but a good one, that mountain men rarely cry. Even after avowals of love.”

He again focused on me. “You’re now a mountain woman, Jussy, a world-weary, worldly-wise, rock gypsy one, and, drop of a hat, you’re blubbering like a baby.”

Was he giving me shit about crying after he just told me he loved me?

“And I’ll repeat, this is because you just told me you loved me,” I declared. I lifted a hand, finger out, indicating my face. “And just to note, you giving me shit at this juncture, I’m no longer crying,” I pointed out, then complained, “You’ve totally ruined the moment.”

A playful light hit his eyes which caused another pussy shiver that in turn caused his lips to curl up.