“Shit,” I moan as we step into the yard.
“Nissa,” Dallyce hisses.
The chaperone is sitting at the fire pit making eyes at some older dude with a direct view of the entrance to my house.
I immediately veer off behind Jessop's place.
“Shea, where are you taking me?”
“It doesn't matter where I take you,” I tell her. “I need you now, Dallyce. It's fucking burning me up and I don't intend to wait any longer.”
I drag her inside the barn and kick the door shut behind us. Then I pull down the massive bar of wood to hold them firmly in place and shove Dallyce up against the solid wood before slamming my mouth down onto hers. She's as desperate for me as I am her because her hands grab at my shoulders to tug me to her. My hat goes flying across the hay and she stretches her lips apart to let me fuck her mouth with my tongue like I'd like to do with my cock pretty damn soon.
But not the first time.
Much as her mouth sends me delirious drunk with desire, the first time I come inside her body I want to be her tight pussy. She paws at my biceps then her small hand goes to my cock, straining like a wild thing in my jeans.
Her touch through the denim sends me even more deranged to feel the length of her slickness gripping me. If she gets her wish of tugging my zipper down, I'm likely to blow my load in seconds.
I tug her hand off me and yank the skirt up her legs to her waist. When I slip underneath her panties and fill my hand with her ass cheek I see red hot fire flashing before my eyes. I squeeze the succulent flesh hard and a moan escapes from her mouth, echoed by a feral sound from my lips. We're both dragging for air, panting and gasping with thwarted hunger, like a couple of rough stock.
She throws her head back and I nip down the side of the neck she's offered me then lick all the way back up before plunging into her mouth again. I want to string this delicious fucking play out as long as possible but I also need to fuck her harder than she's ever taken a man before.
“You need to know you're mine now,” I growl.
I yank the elasticated top of her dress down over her tits and suck the points of each one sticking out like silver bullets beneath the transparent lace of her bra. She threads her fingers through my hair with a louder moan.
“More,” she pleads. “Don't be gentle.”
“I have no intention of anything beyond taking your pussy hard.” I tell her before spinning her around.
I pull her tits out of the lacy cups and tweak her hungry nipples, rolling and pinching them both as Dallyce tips her head back onto my shoulder to jut them out further. The full globes are already perky firm but are shoved up by the corset belt so they spill over in a tempting display. She's grinding her perfect backside into my rigid blade so I push her forward and yank the swirling dress up over her round cheeks, taking a second to admire the firm round cheeks before I tear her underwear down her thighs.
I'm ravenous to drop to my knees and spread her open for a taste of her glistening pussy lips, poking out all swollen and pink, but my cock is having none of it. It's pounding and thrusting like a fucking stampede so I pop by belt buckle open and tug my zipper down to at least free the bastard from its yoke. It stands up like a fucking trooper, red and stretched to bursting. The instant I slide into her I'm sure I'm going to explode.
Chapter SIXTEEN
Dallyce
A shard of pure deliciousness flies through my core as soon as Shea's girth shoves into my tunnel, stretching my walls to their extreme.
“Oh god.”
“Am I hurting you, Angel.”
“I want you to ride me hard,” I pant out, one word to each sharp inhalation of breath.
“Man I love it when you hug me like that,” he groans.
He pulls the tiara out of my hair and it tumbles down around my shoulders. I am unkempt with my tits hanging loose and jolting with every hard thrust of his cock into my pussy. His fingers thread through my long hair and use my mane like Cinders' leather reins. I want him to ride me with the same fierce gallop.
I moan and thrash beneath him, feeling the most powerful sensation gathering in my thighs. It moves through my core with every jerk of his solid blade pressing against my tunnel in every direction, forcing ripples of mounting pleasure to build and grow.
Ohhh. I moan, close to screaming because the intensity is too much. I don't want it to ever stop but I can't contain the overwhelm of pleasure that can only be called ecstatic.
“Come for me, Angel,” Shea commands. “I'm going to fill you up any second.”
He tugs my hair so my head tilts back and with the other hand clamped on my ass he plunges fast and taut all the way inside my pussy until I unravel into sparkling waves that electrify my skin. Fortunately my palms are flat on the hay bale because all the strength flies out of my thighs and they begin to shake with the effort of holding me up. I'm still impaled on Shea's iron pole and there's no doubt that monster is strong enough to carry me all on its own.