Page 24 of Cutter's Hope

“Easy, Darlin’; we ain’t gotta do this right now if you ain’t up to it,” he said. I swallowed and melted a little bit more that he was giving me an out.

“Emotions running a little high; huh Baby?” he asked me, voice husky, patient and kind. I nodded. That was putting it fucking mildly. He was close to me, right on my six as I moved up the narrow hall. I jumped slightly as his hands found the hips of my shorts. He grasped the hem of my peach silk tank and lifted. I raised my arms and let him take it. He gave an appreciative hum as I lowered my arms, and I felt his gaze like a weighted thing as it swept down my back.

“Stop,” he ordered just before I reached the two steps at the end of the hall. His bed was flush against the door, except it was more like a cabinet door than a door into a room. I waited and he reached past me with his leather vest and hung it just inside the bedroom door, off of some invisible hook there.

I closed my eyes and listened to him take off his shirt and drop it to the floor. The warm cotton of the tee coming to rest against my left ankle and on top of my foot. He stepped into me. Close. So close. His body heat warming my back though he wasn’t touching me quite yet.

“Rough bother you?”

I smiled, “No.”

He caressed my hips, his thumbs digging into my lower back, kneading, massaging for a moment before he pulled me back against his chest.

“Kiss me,” he demanded and I obediently tipped my head back while he palmed one of my non-existent breasts and claimed my mouth with his.

The kiss was hot and fierce and the press of his erection into my ass left me breathless with wanting. He pinched my nipple and I gasped into his mouth, his tongue plunging further into mine as he worked the button and zip on the front of my shorts, shoving them down in front, his fingers grazing my bare sex. God that felt good.

He growled into my mouth when he found my pussy wet and ready for him. Not like I could help it. Alpha males like him, strong enough to subdue me, smart enough to out maneuver me, they were rare and hard to come by, and I had been attracted to Cutter from the get go.

His hands left me and I whimpered in protest which soon turned into a moan of want and need when I heard his zipper go and his shorts drop to the floor. His hands returned and smoothed up my back, around my ribs, over my stomach and chest as he felt me up. God he had nice hands. Big and strong, long fingered and calloused. One palmed the outside of my hip while the other gripped the back of my neck.

“Take down your hair, Sweetheart,” and his voice was as sultry as the deepening night around us. I took it down and let it envelop the hand at the back of my neck. His fingers disappeared into it and he gripped the back of my hair in a hold designed for control with just the barest edge of pain. I gasped and he urged me up to the top step.

“You on the pill?” he demanded.

“Tubal ligation.”

He didn’t even pause, he stepped up behind me and shoved his cock between my ass cheeks.

“I’m going to fuck you bareback,” he declared, but paused, letting me have my say.

“You only live once,” I said, my pussy clenching with want and need. God I wanted skin on skin with this man.

“What are you waiting for, Cutter?” I demanded and I swear I could hear the grin before he kicked my feet apart and slammed me face down into the soft mattress. I gasped and he shoved into me, hard.

I cried out as he filled me, stretching me almost to the point of pain but he didn’t stop or slow down and Ireallyfucking liked that about him.

“Harder!” I cried and his hand tightened in my hair, his arm pressed down on my back and his hand rose from my hip. His palm crashed down onto my right ass cheek and I yowled in pleasure, my sopping cunt pressing down around his invading cock.

“I’m going to give it to you the wayIwant to give it to you, you lost your fucking say the second you pointed that gun in my face.”

Oh my fucking God that was hot, I arched, grabbing fistfuls of sheet and pressed back onto him, clenching down on him at the same time. His thrusting slowed as it became harder to work his way in and out of me.

“Goddamnyou’re fucking tight,” he uttered, voice strained.

He let go of my hair and smoothed a hand down my spine as he went for a grip on my other hip. Fingers digging with near bruising force he held me, pressing into me deep and deeper until he bottomed out and that fuckinghurtin all the right ways. So good, so deep, he filled me out and pushed my limits, and started that slow and exquisitely torturous build in my womb.

“Oh God! Cutter, you feel so good!” I bit my lower lip, grasping it between my teeth as he rode me.

“You going to come?” he demanded.

“Yes!”

“Good.”

It was a rare thing for me, coming without the benefit of having my clit stimulated but Cutter had found the right combination. He rode over my g-spot, touched that place deep inside me, stimulated all the right places both physically and intellectually and I had about died and gone to heaven as a result. Each forward thrust of his hips was punctuated by a feral, feminine cry, spilling from my mouth, coloring the air with my desire and lust and I loved it. Couldn’t get enough of it. I was close, just so freakingclose.

Cutter’s voice broke through, “Come on, Baby, just a little bit more, tighten up for me….Yeah, that’s it! That’s a good girl, come on, Sweetheart, give it to me, YES!”

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