Dirty Player(41)

I wanted to kiss every inch of her but withheld myself. I’d worked her over hard last night, multiple times after we’d rested and eaten dinner, taking her again and again long into the night. I should have still been sleeping, but it was the curse of a man who grew up on a farm and lived a life that required earlier mornings that prevented sleeping in.

The sun wasn’t up yet and I had work to do.

Adjusting my already hard dick, I groaned as I brushed against Shannon’s cheek and slid out of bed, careful not to wake her.

She didn’t move at all as I pulled away and threw on the shorts and shirt I’d worn the day before. I didn’t need clean clothes to muck out some stalls and feed the horses.

When I came out of the bathroom after putting on my glasses and brushing my teeth, she was still lying in the same position, both of her hands pressed together beneath her cheek, eyes still closed and lips still parted.

I started a pot of coffee and took bacon out of the freezer while I took a few minutes to wake up. While the coffee brewed, I stared out the window, thinking of the night before, the things we’d said to one another.

I meant every word.

I loved her. Loved her in a way that I knew if she walked away from me like Serena had, it would take infinitely longer to recover from. I hadn’t planned on it—had never planned on being married again or loving a woman. For the past seven years, I’d taken what I wanted when I wanted it without remorse for the behavior. The women I took to bed wanted the same things as me or only wanted to use me for my money.

I had no qualms about using them for their pussy when they were using me for what was in my wallet.

I had no regrets about the previous night, or telling her I loved her. I only hoped that when she woke, she still felt the same way—that she hadn’t said the words back to me out of a sense of obligation or because of the crazy, hot fucking sex we’d had.

“Nice, asshole,” I muttered to myself, chuckling while I filled a mug of coffee for myself. “You think your dick is so perfect it can fuck with a woman’s common sense.”

“It can.”

I flinched at the voice behind me and turned to see Shannon. Her shoulder rested against the doorframe to my kitchen, her eyes still sleepy and only half open.

“What are you doing up?” I asked, smiling at what she’d said.

She walked toward me, collapsing against my body when she reached me and lazily wrapped her hands around my waist. “Smelled coffee. Woke up without you. What are you doing up?”

“Need to feed the horses.”

She tilted her head back and grinned. “Can I help?”

“You want to?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

Goddamn. She blew me away at every corner.

“This is the second time, you know, that you’ve ruined my plans for wanting you to sleep in so I can fuck you awake when you’ve been here.”

Those sleepy eyes went hazy with something entirely different from tiredness.

“Then you should do the fucking first and worry about the horses and coffee later,” she suggested, wriggling her brows in response.

“You really want to help me?” I asked, still surprised she’d be willing. She didn’t need to.

“Yeah…you can get me dirty and then clean me up.” She yawned over her words and covered her mouth.

“Don’t you know, Shannon,” I whispered, unable to hide the gruffness in my tone, “that I like you filthy?”

She laughed softly and yawned again. “Of course you do. I need coffee before I go feed the horses.”

I let her go after dipping down and brushing my lips against hers, giving her a sweet, closed-mouth kiss.

“By the way,” she said, turning to me with a coffee mug pressed close to her lips, “you still haven’t fucked me with those sexy glasses on.”

I adjusted them on the bridge of my nose and winked. “We’ll see to that later.”



***



“You doing okay?” I asked, my voice tight with the need to sink inside of her. Instead, I had three fingers in her ass as she writhed beneath me, her legs spread wide on my bed.

It was Sunday night, and I’d had the weekend of my fantasies. I now had a memory of fucking her everywhere in my house, every way I’d wanted to take her. She’d worked beside me with the horses, and when we weren’t walking around my land where I showed her all my favorite parts on horse and on foot, we’d spent time in front of the television hanging out, cooking meals together.

This morning she went to the game with me, sat next to Rudolph’s wife in the seats Beaux had bought for her, and cheered us on to a victory.

And the best part? It was only the beginning.

I’d wanted to fuck her one last time in my bed, slowly and passionately, taking all the time we had left. But then she’d looked at me and grinned, blush hitting her cheeks, and she’d timidly asked, “Can you fuck me…there…with your glasses on?” I’d changed course immediately.

I’d oblige her anything when she looked at me like that.

“I’m good.” Her lips parted and her eyes widened, looking down to where I was taking my time preparing her.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

She nodded, but doubt still warred in her cocoa-colored eyes. That was okay, too. I had all the time in the world to prove that to her.

“Please, Oliver.”

I loved it when she begged. Loved it when she bucked her hips toward me, seeking more of what she wanted from me. But the begging hit me straight in my already hard dick every damn time.

“You need to be ready,” I said, looking down at her glistening pussy. If I rolled my tongue around her clit, she’d come in a heartbeat. “Bare?” I asked again. I’d taken her that way every night, but this was different.

“Yes,” she answered immediately, panting. “Now. I’m good. Ready.”

I leaned down, laughing softly while I kissed her and used my fingers to continue stretching her. I swallowed her groans and my balls grew tight and heavy.

Fuck. I’d shoot as soon as I was inside her. She was so tight. So hot.

So fucking deliciously naughty.

There was no way I wouldn’t have fallen in love with this woman.

Sliding my fingers out of her, I placed my tip at her entrance. “I’ll go slow,” I assured her, pressing against her. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Her hands hit my hips and she stole my breath with the desperation in her voice. “Don’t stop. Never.”

Slowly, I began to slide into her, watching her expression as I stretched her wider than she’d been before.

Her eyes widened in surprise and then she flinched as I pressed the head of my cock inside of her.

“Just a minute, Shan. Let me get inside and I’ll stop.”

She nodded frantically, her fingers digging into my hips. “Hurry.”

I pushed inside of her, sliding my fingers against her clit to give her another sensation to focus on.

“Just relax. There you go, good girl.” Her hips arched up, seeking more, and that one quick move from her pushed me deep inside of her.

“Fuck,” I groaned, closing my eyes. She was like a damn vise, squeezing my dick hard and tight while sucking me into her at the same time.

“Move,” she moaned. “Move something, anything.”

I bit back a laugh at her desperateness and slid my fingers against her clit. She was so fucking drenched. Hot and wet, her cream glistened all over the lips of her pussy.

I slid my dick in further, waiting for a sign that it hurt too much but every time I pushed in, she pulled me closer.

“So good,” she whimpered when I’d finally sunk inside of her. “Please. I need more.”

That please. It undid me every time.

“I can’t go slower anymore,” I warned her, resting one of my hands on her hips, holding her against me. The walls of her ass clenched tight, her pussy and clit were swollen and dripping, and all of it was about to send me over the edge.

She cried out my name as I pulled out and pushed back inside of her. Then I began moving, pressing my thumb against her clit before teasing her cunt with my fingers.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned, watching her legs begin to shake as she quivered from head to toe.

I let loose, fucking her like an animal, like I needed her to breathe.

Some deep part of me whispered that I did.

I fucking needed this woman. I needed her cunt and her mouth, and I needed her damn heart and soul.

“Oliver!” she cried out as her orgasm took her over the ledge.

I was mesmerized by the way her body bucked wild beneath me. My thumb and finger pinched her clit as she began to slow, sending her straight into another orgasm.

My own climax started at my spine, that fucking buzz of heat that went straight to my balls and my dick.

I thrust myself inside of her deep, exploding all of me into her, hoping it was enough to keep her connected to me forever.

“Shannon,” I groaned as my dick still twitched deep inside her ass. “You’re so damn incredible.”

Her hands slid from my hips to my back. Her fingertips lightly trailed down my spine and around to my sides. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” She opened her eyes, blinked slowly, and smiled before she frowned. “I love you. Please don’t hurt me.”

Damn.

Her vulnerability, her fear, went straight to my chest and I pulled out of her slowly before I fell between her legs.