Flushing, she reached out to pull my briefs away from my skin. The tip of my dick peeked out, stretching in a thick curve away from my belly with the underwear gone.
Taking her by the middle, I dropped onto my back, pulling her on top of me. Her naked thighs rested on mine, my length sliding along the outside of her pussy lips.
“If I keep this up, I’ll come before I even get in you,” I chuckled, but it was raw—strained.
“Let’s fix that.” Sitting back, Sammy rocked her clit across my road map of veins. Fisting the base of my dick, she lifted herself high, giving me a great view of her soaked inner thighs.
I groaned so long and low my throat went dry. “Wait. Hold on.” Reluctantly, I grabbed her waist to stop her from sinking onto my cock head. Sweat slid down my forehead from the effort. “I don’t have any condoms with me.” Fuck, why hadn’t I?
She looked me in the eye. “I’m a grown-ass woman. I take birth control.”
My relief morphed into puzzlement. “What? Then why did you make me use one the first time we hooked up?”
“Because I’m also not an idiot. Do you bang strangers without protection?”
Without waiting for me to respond, she sank herself down on my fat shaft. I threw back my head, groaning with the sensation of her throttling me.
Inch by inch, she fed my length into her. The lips of her beautiful pussy glided down, dragging along my shaft until she was—with a final whimper—settled onto me completely. I was in her to my root, her thighs quivering where they tensed on either side of my body.
I was naked, but she still had on her shirt. It drifted down to her hips as she gyrated on top of me. In a way, it was sexier to see her half-hidden like that. It made the naked parts of her even more naked somehow.
She choked my cock with her desperation, her sudden cry of delight making the horses trot farther away nervously. The beat of her heart swam through to her pussy; I felt it on me, inside of me.
My climax hovered on the edge of my wavering vision. Was I going to come before she got a second orgasm? No, focus! This was like any other game between us. I’d win; I already had, she’d finished while I ate her out.
But the reality was that she was driving me to my edge, making me lose myself. I couldn’t handle this fucking woman. I was supposed to be the one who broke people. I was the one who had them chasing me down, begging me for another go.
I created desperate people.
How could someone exist who could turn me into that?
“Kain! Ah—that’s it, I’m . . . !” Her voice broke away, becoming a series of moans and whimpers. She shuddered through to her knees; they vised me harder. I was relieved that she was coming, my ego could lie a little longer to itself about how she was ruling my desires.
Seconds after she shivered, I lost the last of my strength. Tension built and built, finally exploding through my muscles and seeking the part of me that was deeper than anywhere else.
“Sammy . . . fuck, I’m going to fill you up. I’m coming, I’m coming and coming, and I’m not going to ever stop!” Warm, thick seed flooded into her pussy. Everything was wet and slippery, my cock twitching with electric fire every single time more of my thick, pearly liquid left me for better pastures.
The sensation was majestic. In spite of my claim, I eventually stopped coming deep inside of her clenching walls. I watched as she shuddered again, biting her lip and tilting her face to the fading sun. She’d turned parts of the white shirt see-through with her perspiration.
Her weight held me down, but it was her—her very being—that kept me locked in place. Sammy’s presence glued me to the present. I would have let her sit on me for hours . . . forever . . . if we wouldn’t have starved.
Or the horses starved.
Or . . .
It wasn’t feasible.
But I still wanted it.
Wincing, she stepped off of me. I thought her legs gave out, because she sat so quickly onto the grass on her bare ass, it didn’t feel intentional.
Grabbing my clothes, I redressed with speed. Her panties were a few feet away; I threw them to her, waiting for her to hide her perfect ass away from the world. She remained where she was, wriggling into the garments and tucking her toes into her flats.
I hopped up, reaching down to help her stand. “Can you walk?”
“Of course.” She laughed, scrutinizing me like I’d said something insulting. “I’m fine, the fall off the horse wasn’t that bad.”
“I meant, can you walk after being fucked so hard?”
Her grin was sly. Gripping my hand, she let me tug her onto her feet. “You’re really full of yourself.”
Pulling her close to me, I scraped my nose just across the outer edge of her ear. “The same could be said about you five minutes ago.”
Her waver of pleasure came and went. She pushed her lips together, disengaging and putting a foot between us. “Every counter I have, you’ll just turn it into something dirtier.”
“Is that so bad?” Reaching for Knight, I said, “Let’s get out of here.”
Poised where she was, just inches from the flattened grass we’d lost ourselves in, Sammy scanned the black horse as if he was a loaded rifle. “You’re taking me back to the mansion?” She didn’t try to hide her disappointment.
I motioned Rosel closer. The horse trotted my way, her agitation vanishing with a few nose rubs. “Yes. But only so we can get my bike. I’d rather take you out of here on something other than horseback. It’ll be easier on your bruised ass.”
Her shocked delight was almost as good as making her writhe with pleasure.
Almost.
Helping her onto Rosel, I slid my palm down the outside of her thigh. The way she jerked was a reminder of the contagious heat between us. “You’re really going to help me?” she asked.
“Is it that shocking?”
Sammy looked over my head and toward the mansion in the distance. “I assumed your father had a hold over you. He wants me to stay on lockdown here.”
Her observation made me flinch. I loathed the idea of anyone thinking I was under someone’s thumb, especially my father’s. “Let him get pissed. It’s only a little ride.”
I’d always look back on that moment—the way her green eyes bloomed with the first flicker of her appreciation for me. Sammy never looked more beautiful than when she was seeing the good inside of people . . .
The good inside of a rash idiot like me.
It was a powerful, wonderful memory.
One of my favorites.
I couldn’t have guessed that I’d need it to survive the guilt brought on by the consequences of my arrogant actions.
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN -
KAIN
It wasn’t hard to leave the estate.
But it was hard not to be seen.
As we pulled out of the driveway, I was sure someone would notice us. It didn’t matter now, though; that was a problem for Future Kain. Present Kain was happily flying down the road with a cute girl clinging to his body, enjoying the afterglow of the rough sex he’d gotten to indulge in.