Page 8 of Necessary Roughness

I’m not used to this—being flattened by a girl, but Natalie’s knocked me on my ass. I have no control. My cock is so hard that Derry’s trunk is sticking straight out like my hockey stick when I’m holding it up in victory after a win. I pull her close enough that she can feel what she’s done to me, but as my cock presses against her thighs, she breaks away and takes a quick step back.

“No,” she says softly, almost to herself. She places a hand to her lips and looks away. Fuck she’s adorable. Even now she is trying to act like she doesn’t want me to fuck her. “I’m here for the story. Not this.”

“Imagine what a story this will be,” I reply. I move closer to her, but she backs away and holds up a warning finger.

“No,” she repeats. She’s trying to convince herself. “I’m not going to be another notch on your belt.”

“How about being the last one?” I ask her. She looks up at me and I hold her gaze, keep my eyes steady. I can see her brain spinning. She’s processing.

“What did you just say?” she asks. “Does that work on all the other girls?”

“There won’t be any other girls after you,” I tell her. I move in and put my hands around her waist. This time she doesn’t move away. “You’re one of a kind, Natalie. I can already tell.”

“Already, huh?” she asks, not convinced. “How do you know that?”

“How do you know that chocolate cake is your favorite?” I reply. “You just know.”

Natalie frowns. “Cake? You’re comparing me to cake?”

I reach around and give her a nice spank on her plump behind. “Oh, you’ve got cake, baby.”

Natalie starts to smile, maybe even laugh, but forces it away with a scowl. Again, she raises a finger to my face and acts like she’s about to scold me.

“You…” But her voice fades as she fights to suppress her smile.

“Me what?” I ask as I grab the hem of her skirt and pull. She puts a hand on mine and applies a bit of resistance, but her eyes blaze with excitement, so I keep going—and she doesn’t stop me.

I don’t stop until I feel the resistance of her baby-making hips. It’s nothing I’ve even thought about until now—having a baby. It’s like Natalie’s cast a spell on me. A quick tug and her skirt’s up over her curves and bunched up around her waist. Using both hands, I grab her ass and squeeze as hard as I can. Natalie yelps and tries to pull away from me, but I hold on tight.

“That hurt!” she squeals.

“That’s nothing,” I whisper as I lean in. “Just wait until you feel my cock slide inside your tight little pussy.”

I feel light-headed. Her eyes and curves are a deadly combination. I run my hand across the curve of her ass, down to where it meets the thigh, and then probe inside. She’s wearing a thong—a thin one—and it’s soaked. So this is the innocent reporter who doesn’t like bad boys? Yeah, I don’t think so.

“Bobby—” she starts to say, but stops when I press two fingers against her pussy and apply pressure. Her eyes close and a moan falls from her lips. I lean in and suck them gently as I go deeper between her legs. With one finger, I

pull her thong aside, and with the other, find her clit.

Her moan turns into a gasp and she braces herself with two hands against my chest. I lean right into her, supporting her like I always will, and begin doing circles around her little pleasure button. She isn’t shaven or waxed, which makes me smile; she must be single if she’s not maintaining for anybody.

Not that I would care if she wasn’t; she’s mine now.

“Bobby, I—”

I apply more pressure and Natalie’s body shakes. She moans again and I reach up and grab her hair with my fist and bend her head back. I drag my lips down her neck. She’s really shaking now. She’s close, and I’m not stopping until I give her that Big O.

“Wait…” she trembles in my arms. “I—I can’t.”

“You can,” I purr. “And you will. I want you to come, Natalie. Come for me.”

She takes a deep breath and buries her face in my chest. My finger traces a perfect circle around her clit and she goes over the edge.

“Bobby!”

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper as her orgasm hits her. Her plump ass shakes in my hand as her body quivers. I stop the circles and simply apply pressure to her clit, watching her face as it twists with pleasure. Fuck she’s cute. Cute and sexy. She’s got a bangin’ body with a brain to match. This girl is the whole package and then some.

She’s too embarrassed to look at me when she comes back down. Her cheeks are blushing rosy red and she looks away as I slowly remove my finger from her button. But I’m not done yet; I’ve only gotten started.

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