Unzipping his jeans, he pulled out his cock and stroked it. He pushed it against my stomach and I shut my eyes for a moment. He was hot, and thick and bigger than I'd thought he'd be. I wasn't sure if it would fit. When he pulled my leg over his arm, leaving me standing there on one foot, he pushed the tip against the opening of my hole and just let it sit there for a minute. I could feel him rubbing the tip and I was so wet it slid against me easily.
"Please," I begged him. At this point I wasn't thinking anything rational. I just knew I wanted him, I wanted him to fill me and this was one of the hottest, most erotic days I'd ever had. Just fill me. That's all I could think about.
He continued to tease me and had me panting and begging him to take me. Eventually he took pity on me and thrust inside me in one, hard thrust. It fit, but I stretched around him almost painfully for a minute before my body adjusted. As he started to grind his hips against me, pulling in and out he kissed me again, his hand on the back of my head and his arm still holding my leg up to give him better access.
I flexed my stomach muscles the best I could to squeeze his cock as it stroked my insides. I liked the way it felt, and it felt good to make my muscles milk him. He apparently thought so too, because he groaned into my mouth as he worked himself in and out of me.
I wasn't thinking rational, or logically, if I had been, I would have realized we weren't practicing safe sex and would have said something, but in the heat of the moment, I just wanted it raw, and natural, and loved the heat of his cock. He was the first and only person I'd ever been with where I hadn't used protection.
That should have been a sign to me right there that my feelings for him were more than just sex. I let him use my body in a way no one else ever had.
He worked himself up to a climax, I could feel him shudder, and he froze as his entire body shook against mine. His hot juices filled me inside, and he stood there for a moment, not pulling out yet. When he finally did, I could feel some of the hot mess run down my legs. It was an experience to remember.
I had been used, filled, and left a satisfied mess. The better question in all of this was would I hate myself in the morning, and had I just done something I'd seriously regret later.
He untied me, and held me in his arms for a moment. He helped me pull my panties back up and put my skirt on, and didn't say a word. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but I didn't know where to start. When we walked out of the storage room of the barn, he didn't say anything to me at first. I wasn't sure if I was grateful, or upset that he seemed to be ignoring me, now that he used my body.
"Next time, I intend to get you fully naked, and have my way with those tits of yours too. I bet you're the kind of dirty girl who'd like a hot load all over her chest." He whispered to me as I walked through the barn doors. He laughed as I stumbled when I heard his words.
The jerk.
I quickly left and went to hide in the room they'd given me, and took a long, hot shower. No matter how much soap I used, I couldn't get his scent off me, or make my body forget his touch. I couldn't stop picturing his large cock rubbing against me, all over my body and I ended up sitting in the shower and burying my hands in my face. I started to laugh.
I think I hated him. He was right; I was the kind of girl that would now fantasize about his cock rubbing between my breasts, tasting him with my mouth. Good girls weren't supposed to behave like this, and it was my dirty little secret.
I didn't want to be a good girl. I liked being a bad, bad girl. The kind of girl that got tied up and spanked and every hole used. The kind who wanted him to cum on my chest and face, and the kind of girl who wanted to walk around with no panties on and tell him so he could fantasize about it when he was stuck unable to touch me right then and would just have to think about how hot and wet I probably was.
I hated him. I had fought these urges my entire life, and he brought them out in me in a way that once the lid was off the jar, I wasn't sure if I could force the contents back in.
I was totally screwed.
Chapter 4
I had managed to avoid Rupert for the rest of the weekend. My mother finally arrived to get ready for the wedding, and I was stuck here in their mansion waiting for the wedding to be over. She'd asked me to think about staying.
I don't know how that would be possible if I was going to avoid Rupert. He seemed to be amused at my trying to avoid him. If I saw him coming, I turned and went the other direction, I tried never to be alone with him in the same room and I admit that I'd even hid behind my mother enough that she was starting to get fed up with me.
"Lara, I don't know what's going on between you and Rupert, but you're acting like a jumpy deer. You're both adults, go work it out. I have other things to do besides worrying about you." She finally told me exasperated. The wedding was this afternoon and she was busy sitting on a stool while the makeup artist and hair dresser were preparing her for the wedding. She looked beautiful and I felt guilty that I was stressing her out just to avoid a man.