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Kassidy kept eating.

Tarek dropped back in his chair. “I’m going to try to get to the tractor. You stay inside,” he said. He pushed up from the table. Kassidy stood too and stepped in front of him. “You’re right. I believe you. About my parents, about Clarissa, even about the Garcia’s. I do. Okay?”

The woman had eyes he found hard to look away from. His image was reflected there. A man who held an unquenchable thirst for acceptance and in her eyes that man wasn’t just a monster, but a man who needed to be saved. Tarek smiled at her.

He touched the side of her face and Kassidy was his. This time when he kissed her it wasn’t the planned response he had hoped for. She went stiff. Her mouth was slack under his and her eyes stretched. But Tarek was never a man to turn away from something or someone he wanted.

At first Kassidy wanted to keep things civil between them until rescue arrived. Partly because of her own fear of the house, the weather, and the vulnerable state she was forced into. But one touch from him and the passionate desires provoked by her dream surfaced. She wanted more, and yes that meant she wanted him. She shrugged off her inhibitions like an unwanted old coat. Her arms lifted and circled his neck. She grabbed the back of his head and stood on her toes to bring her mouth up to reach his soft lips. Just like in the dream he was a good kisser. His mouth latched on to hers and the tip of his tongue teased, before sweeping in and out of her mouth.

The Texan kissed her like he was never going to stop. His large hands gripped and squeezed her bottom, before she was bodily heaved up his tall frame and her feet left the ground. On instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Tarek pushed the dishes and glasses from the table and dropped her on the table. He ripped open the flannel shirt he gave her to wear and popped all of the buttons, only to discover she had layered her body with another flannel shirt beneath. He groaned with disappointment. Kassidy surprised him. She was eager to please. She ripped open the next shirt from him.

Nearly mindless, with his groin swollen to the point of release, Tarek lost control. His own mouth watered. His cock jerked behind the zipper of his wranglers. And now she was his. He didn’t bother to stop and think of the consequences of giving in to his emotion. In fact, he needed this more than the dreaded pull of uncertainty that his family’s betrayal became. He needed her.

He undid the top button to the borrowed pair of jeans he gave her, and then dragged them down and off her legs. She wore no underwear. That really excited him. And he wondered if she slept in his bed in the same state with only his robe covering her sexy body. Letting out a groan, he lowered his zipper. Her gaze went down the line of his chest to his exposed pubic hairs that were curling up out of the top of his boxers. He didn’t want to give her much time to think on their passion. Hell he didn’t want to waste the desire on thoughts of propriety. He ran his hands up the sides of her thighs and she parted them for him. He stared down at the thick lips of her sex with the mowed narrow strip of fuzz over it.

“You are so beautiful,” he said as he dipped his tongue into her navel. He then kissed her lower and lower before he buried his face between her soft thighs. The first touch of his fingers parting and opening the plump lips of her sex made her shiver. She squirmed, a bit anxious to begin. Something was different about her now. He felt her desires shift like a new breeze. Her sweet, yet tangy womanly scent seduced him to go further. He would ensure she relaxed and enjoyed herself. He could be tender, but he could be rough too. Right now, he decided to give the lady the best he had to offer.

Tarek traced her slick entrance with his tongue, and then blew on her labia. She released another cry of excitement. The tip of his tongue teased the rigid knot that controlled her pleasure. He liked her reaction. The way her silky thighs closed on the sides of his face and she mewled. So he feathered her clit with soft lashes. Again and again his tongue swirled down and swiped up until her body began to convulse with desire. When his tongue plunged into her tight channel, he forced the back of her thighs up and opened her wider. Her feet rested on his shoulders. This was a far better breakfast than the steak he sent off the table to the ground.

Beautiful,he thought.

He kept thrusting his tongue in and out of her core in a rhythm that would be much better serviced by his cock. His name rose from her mouth in a repeated song as she neared her climax. Then his mouth latched on to her distended clit and pulled. And she went wild for him smashing her sex against his lips. He gazed over her beautiful body, as she gripped her perfect breasts and squeezed. He watched the lady succumb to her pleasures. He wanted her to come but not yet. Just as she peaked he withdrew.

Kassidy cried out, this time in agony. She sat up and tried to close her thighs. He tapped her pussy. “Keep them open. We aren’t done yet.”

Tarek eased his dick into his hand and found her opening. He drove his cock into her with a single merciless thrust. She was virginal tight. Her delicious, tight, slick warm walls squeezed around his dick.

“Nice, nice...” he breathed. “Yeah, darling this feels good.”

His body, and mainly his dick, pulsed with need. Kassidy’s nails dug into his back. Her face was twisted in a tight grimace. Was it pleasure or pain for her? And then he breeched and found her deeply soft, wet, and hot. Tarek withdrew slowly to the head of his dick and then stroked deep again to claim her. He went forward and his hands slammed on the wood surface of the table on either side of her head. He stared into her eyes as he controlled his dick strokes with his pelvic pushes.

“You like that? Lift that ass a little higher darling, my balls are swinging up under the table” he said and began to fuck her harder.

She nodded and scooted forward wrapping her legs tight around his waist. And now he felt as if he sank even deeper into her wonderful pussy. Beyond any words of protest, she was his. She moved her ass the way that increased his enjoyment and possibly hers. He arched his back to be able to capture one of her juicy nipples in his mouth. He wanted to suck it as he fucked her. And then she began to really work her hips. Her pussy tightened on him, and he jerked against her in surprise. Yes, he lost his rhythm, but quickly recovered. She was beneath him and she was a quick learner. Even with him tunneling deep, she was thrusting her pelvis up into his and squeezing his ass cheeks. He liked her aggressive response. He had no time for timid women. He wanted a lover equally excited about being pleasured, as well as giving pleasure.

“So good, so good, so good,” he found himself repeating while staring into her eyes. A few times her eyes fluttered shut, but he’d deliver a hard thrust, and they would stretch wide open again. Without warning he slammed his hips forward to stop her moving, and took over the fucking. Her sex contracted around him but he kept thrusting, harder and faster. He fought the war to hold back the climax building in his groin. He was on overload. The pleasure spiked in him to an uncharitable height. She began again to move and match his thrusts. And he couldn’t hang on. Her nails cut into the flesh of his ass. Tarek reached behind him and grabbed her arms. He slammed them above her head and pinned her there. And he fucked her nice and good on the surface of the table. One of her legs dropped away from its locked position around his waist, and her body went rigid. It began to shake all over. She let go a surprised gasp of pleasure and he melted. She was too feminine and soft for him not to enjoy her capitulation. His release locked him below the waist and his dick emptied inside of her before his mouth was on hers. They breathed together in a slow and easy pace, and their kisses became softer. He had no strength left in him. He pulled out of her and went to his knees. She slowly eased off the table and came over to him. She wrapped her arms around him. The affection was so comforting he embraced her as well on the cold floor. Neither of them cared. The post-coital bliss had them tangled in an unbreakable lovers’ embrace. Both their arms and legs were fastened around each other.

“Kassidy?” Tarek wheezed her name. And then found his breath.

“Yes,” she replied so softly he barely heard her response.

“This feels weird,” he said.

“Are you serious? Was it that bad?” she frowned.

“No. Fuck. I didn’t mean it that way. Don’t be insulted.”

“Well I am. Men don't sleep with me and tell me that it felt weird,” she said.

“I mean to say is before you were Angela. Now. I remember you. The little girl with ponytails who wanted to marry me,” he wheezed. “It’s strange.”

“I’m a woman.”

“Yea, I felt that too. And it's, I don't know. Jesus Christ. You’re a kid,” he said and sat up. “What the fuck am I doing?”

“I am not a kid!” she grabbed his arm. “Hey? I'm not a kid. You remember a little girl, but that's not who you met in Chicago. That's not who is with you now. It is strange. All of it. Hating you for almost two decades and now feeling... this way about you. Okay? I get it. But I’m a woman. So don't pretend you can't feel that when you touch me.”

“You remind me of Clarissa. That feeling I had with her. I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”

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