Page 12 of Blood Money

He stops and hovers over me, his hair falling into his face making him look scarier than before, and undoes the belt buckle on his black jeans. “I’m going to fuck you.”

It’s a statement, not a question. “And if I say no?”

He shakes his head lightly as he leans back down. “If you didn’t want this, you would have already stopped me—tried to run away again. Or you wouldn’t have come here in the first place.”

My chest heaves, and I can feel our breaths synchronizing. “You said you’d catch me again.”

“I’ll only catch you when you want to be caught.” He moves his face closer and runs his nose along the bridge of mine, then brings his hand to my throat and squeezes.

This is it, you dumb bitch. This is where he kills you. Only the pressure isn’t… terrible. It makes all the nerves in my body more sensitive. I’m more aware of his weight over me than I was before. I can practically feel the ridges of his fingerprints on the tips of his fingers squeezing me, and the heat building in my core is reaching a new temperature.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Trust me, okay?”

I almost laugh. How can anyone trust a stranger? I know I shouldn’t, but at the same time, I’m not moving. I’m keeping myself under his weight and moaning every time his fingers bite harder into the sides of my throat.

I like this.

He thrusts his hips, digging the tip of his cock into my center, and suddenly, I just want our clothes off. No barriers. No thoughts. Just rough, dirty actions and filthy words. I fucking need him, and I realize maybe this is taking the whole distraction tactic too far, but it’s too late to turn back now.

I move my hands down and unclasp the button to his jeans, then lower the zipper and push them, along with his boxers, down his thighs. When his dick springs free, I ache to look at it, but he keeps my head locked in place with his hand around my neck. I hook my fingers into the elastic of my shorts and panties, then shimmy them down too, hoping once we’re free of our clothes, he’ll lose it, letting his primal need for pussy take over.

His lips crash back to mine as his grip becomes more punishing. His cock pokes at my entrance, teasing me, coating itself in my arousal, and all I want to do is scream. I buck my hips, trying to eliminate the space between us, but with every upward thrust, he moves back.

Finally, he drops his arm, then moves down me. Reaching for the hem of my shirt, he lifts it up until it rests right above my breasts. With his eyes locked onto mine, he leans down and captures one of my nipples between his teeth.

My eyes squeeze shut as my mouth parts. “Fuck.”

“You like that?” His voice is deeper than before if that’s even possible.

I nod and move my hands to his head. I cup my opposite tit with one hand, then use the other to clasp his hair. I pull him up lightly, only enough to guide his mouth to my other nipple. Right now, I need more, and if he won’t give it to me, I’ll do it myself.

He flicks his tongue out and licks, then blows. Cool air has it pebbling immediately, and the rest of my body shivers. “More,” I moan. “I need more.”

With lust-filled eyes, he flashes me another smirk. If I were thinking logically and not with my pussy, it would scare me. Eyes that dark and a smile that screams danger only means heartbreak, but my dumb ass doesn’t move. Instead, I give him a smile of my own before thrusting my hips upward one last time.

Still, he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he moves down my body further, kissing every inch of flesh along the way, until he reaches my pussy. My breath hitches, knowing exactly what’s coming. He licks his full lips again, then dives between my legs.

As soon as his tongue skates across my folds, my knees try to close. It’s sensation overload. Like I’m a fourteen-year-old virgin boy who’s never come before. Normally, I’m the best at keeping my cool, but this is different. Right now, I can be anyone I want. Stallion doesn’t know me, and I don’t know him. I can be nasty, and kinky, and scream as loud as I’d like. No one would hear me out here.

I let my knees fall back open as wide as they can, then reach above my head and fist the grass. I rip handfuls from the earth, letting the fresh smell of dirt fill my nostrils. His hands snake around my thighs and squeeze with every stroke of his tongue. It makes me moan and move my hips, forcing his mouth on me harder and his tongue deeper inside of me.

It feels so fucking good, but it isn’t enough. It’s never enough—the distraction of sex—but it doesn’t stop me from trying. I pull him back up my body by his hair. His face hovers over mine as his cock rests at the hole of my pussy. I close my eyes and crash my lips to his. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it makes me want him inside me even more. I wiggle as our lips drift apart, hoping he’ll get the hint. “Please fuck me.”

I hate how desperate I sound, but at the same time, who fucking cares? I’m about to be railed into oblivion by a hot as sin man, and he doesn’t even know my name. I can’t let myself be embarrassed because this is human nature. I. Need. His cock.

“Good girl.” He smiles again, this time showing me all the pretty teeth he’s been hiding behind all the closed-lipped smiles. And I swear to God I could come just from seeing that alone. Even out in the dark field, with him so close, I can see his beauty.

He slips a foil packet from his discarded pants pocket, rips it open, rolls it onto his length, then pushes into me, and it takes everything in me not to scream. His girth is unmatchable. I’ve never been with someone so thick, and it takes me a moment to adjust, but after a few still seconds and a light thrust of his hips, pure bliss radiates from me.

I lift my hips so his pelvis grinds against my clit with every thrust as his tempo increases. He pounds into me harder, touching places inside of me I never even knew excited, and it’s almost too much.

He places his hand back on my neck, the pressure more intense than before, and I swear I start seeing stars, but the pleasure pouring out of me out measures it.

“Come for me,” he demands, but his voice sounds further away than before. I try to ignore why that is and focus on my incoming orgasm instead.

Three more thrusts are all it takes before I’m shattering around him, and his hand leaves my throat for the last time. The blood rushes back into my head as my legs convulse, and my walls tighten around him. I’m in a completely different world, one of straight euphoria, until everything goes black.

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