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“Fuck, you’re so tight and hot inside.” Clay sank inside me up to the knot, his strength balancing me on the edge of the porcelain sink. His hands clamped in the hinges of my spread knees as he began to fuck me in earnest.
“I’m going to stretch that perfect pink pussy with my knot, pump you full of my cum, and watch you walk through that crowded bar trying to keep me from dripping down those beautiful tanned legs on your way to the exit.”
I couldn’t help but whimper at his dirty words, his cock pistoning in and out of me, his Jacob’s ladder strumming me like a guitar as his knot tried to make its way inside.
“If you’re a good girl and keep some inside, I’ll clean it up myself in the back of the truck before we go.” He ran the point of his tongue around my parted lips, in case I hadn’t quite grasped his meaning.
I did understand, though, and my pussy clenched around his hot, hard cock inside me as I stifled a moan at the thought of him licking my pussy clean.
“Clay, please,” I gasped, his knot straining at my tight slit as he pounded me.
“Here we go, duchess—come on my fat knot like a good girl,” he crooned, cupping my ass cheeks and lifting me fully off of the edge of the sink, slamming into me before his knot drove home, pulsing and throbbing inside me.
Clay covered my mouth with his to keep us both from crying out, his cum filling me up as his body jerked against mine.
Locked together, we spent a few moments catching our breaths, tenderly licking and sucking at one another’s bonding bites before doing our best to de-escalate our arousal.
When his knot went down enough for us to separate, he helped me down from the edge of the sink. He fluffed my skirt as I pulled it back down, doing my best to keep my pelvic muscles clenched, keeping the flow of slick and Clayton’s cum from making a mess of me until we got to the truck.
He unlatched the door and took a quick peek outside—luckily for us, the coast was clear.
“All right, duchess, you walk that sweet ass right up to the front door, and I’ll be along in two shakes,” he assured me with a peck on the lips and quick squeeze of my ass before he ushered me out the door.
I did my best to scoot out around the wooden divider without being noticed, but a man nearly at the bottom of his longneck gave me a knowing wink and a small nod before his nostrils flared, his eyes taking on an unfocused, hungry look.
Shit.
A hot blush flooded my cheeks as I glued my eyes to the floor, careful not to make any more eye contact as I did my best to step lightly toward the door. My motions were still somewhat stifled by my concentrated efforts to keep Clay’s cum and my slick from soaking me during my retreat.
“Hey there, missy!” I heard a strange voice call from close behind me, but I didn’t turn to face it.
“Mmmm, you smell sweet, girl!” A man on the fringe of the dance floor leered as he reached for me, his hand grasping only air as I darted away from him, struggling to get to the door.
Almost there, just take a deep breath and focus. Clay can’t be that far behind you. Before you know it, you’re going to be back at the ranch in your bed and sleeping like a rock after all this excitement tonight, I assured myself, wobbling slightly as I reached for the door
“Where you going, sugar?” A wall of a man was in front of me before I could avoid him, beer on his breath and a gleam of cruelty in his eyes.
I managed to stop myself just short of crashing into him, but in doing so, I lost control of the iron grip of my pelvic floor, and slick and cum began to run down the insides of my thighs.
“Whoa, there!” the voice echoed from behind me, the man with his nearly empty beer crossing into my field of vision. Hisnose was high in the air as he caught my scent laced with sex as it rose around us like a cloud.
Panic froze me as I stood, trembling in my cowgirl boots, Clay’s cum dripping from my pussy as the alphas of the line-dancing bar began to circle me like hungry vultures.
“Stand back!” Clay’s voice boomed over the sound of steel guitars and fiddles through the speakers.
I blinked back the tears stinging at the corners of my eyes as Clay’s white felt hat bobbed above the crowd on his way to me, carving a path through the other brutes.
“I said back the fuck up!” he barked loudly, breaking through the line of drooling barflies behind me.
“Hold on, duchess,” he soothed, leaning down to scoop me up into his arms, sweeping me off of my feet and into the air in a single fluid motion.
“Go on,git!” he barked again at the men, allowing only a split second for him to clear the way before he raised up one boot and kicked the door nearly off of its swinging hinges, carrying me out into the night and our getaway truck as we both laughed wildly.
Chapter 36
Zeke
After several weeks of busting ass with early mornings and late nights, on top of our usual ranch work, the upgraded pack bedroom and omega suite, with its attached nursery, was fully complete.Fucking finally.
