Badlands: The Lion’s Den(33)

Her eyes fluttered open when the head of his cock nudged against her entrance. She suddenly wondered if he would be too big, too much…but her body was crying out to feel him thrusting inside her, taking her, claiming her.

She bit her lower lip, her palms on his biceps, and felt his muscles bunching as he slid inside her, inch by inch. His breath shuddered with the effort of control and there was a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead.

At first there was a strange, dull pain as he worked his cock into her virgin channel, stilling above her so she could adjust to the sensation. But then something seemed to blossom inside her and the strange pressure eased, replaced by a sensation of spreading warmth as he started to move.

At first his thrusts were slow – smooth and careful – but then she wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him on in response to the fizzing excitement building in her belly. Shivers of sensation swirled over her skin, and she moaned into his mouth as he pumped his hips harder, taking up a driving rhythm that stoked the pleasure in her core.

She ran her palms down his back and over the globes of his ass, which flexed with every thrust, and he growled her name, low and hoarse, as the threads of desire inside her spiraled, twisted, stretched and snapped as an orgasm whiplashed through her body. She cried out again and again, spasming around his cock as he continued to push into her, seeking his own bliss.

Her pussy was still pulsing as he pulled out of her and urged her onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her, covering her spine with his warm body. She hollowed her back and presented herself wantonly to him, almost purring when he thrust back inside her, then gasping when she felt him going harder and deeper than he had before.

He grasped her hips and pistoned in and out of her slick channel, giving low moans of excitement that became harsher and less controlled. Her intimate muscles squeezed and fluttered around his shaft, and the aftershocks of her orgasm began to build again into rolling moments of pure bliss that lengthened and merged and drew out until she was coming again, panting and jerking and bunching the damp grass beneath them in her fists as she was overcome by pleasure.

Finn gave a low, tortured growl, and she felt his teeth graze the nape of her neck in a primal, possessive gesture as he emptied himself into her willing body, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of her hips, before slipping from the heat of her pussy, leaving her sore, satisfied and sighing with exhausted contentment.





Chapter Sixteen




It was the slow time of night at the Lion’s Den, after the dinner rush, before the party crowd started piling in. Jose tapped Flora on the shoulder as she set down her cleaning supplies behind the bar.

“Hey, I hate to bother you, but I was just wondering,” he said, glancing around. “Krystle’s been acting really strange since she got back from Cottonwood. Do you have any idea what’s up with her? Is she mad at me for something?”

“I don’t think she’s mad at you. I’m about to talk to her about something else. I’ll try to feel her out on what’s going on,” Flora promised.

“Thanks,” Jose said with a relieved nod. “If I screwed up somehow, I really wish she’d just smack me upside the head and get it over with.”

Krystle was standing outside, drinking a seltzer water and chatting with Liam and a couple of the other bouncers.

“What’s up?” she said when Flora motioned to her to take a walk down the block. They stepped into the recessed doorway of a furniture shop, now closed for the night.

Flora wanted to ask Krystle to go with her to Cottonwood, but before she did, she needed to find something out. Travelling across the Badlands was dangerous. She needed to know if she’d be putting someone besides Krystle in danger.

“Is there something that you haven’t been telling me?” she demanded, looking her cousin in the eye.

Krystle, who never avoided anything, looked away and stared out at the street.

“Lots of things,” she said with a shrug. “Where should I start? I had a threesome for my twentieth birthday. I don’t recommend it, actually. Too distracting. Oh, and I shoplifted from a drugstore when I was—”

“Cut it out,” Flora snapped, and resisted the mighty impulse to add “please”.

Krystle looked at her in surprise.

“You’re avoiding Jose and being weird, you’re not drinking alcohol, and you went to Cottonwood. Apparently, even though you said it was for a client, as far as anybody around here can tell me, you went alone.”

“So?” Krystle scowled at her.

“Were you scouting it out to find out if it was a good place to raise a family?”