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I punch my hips forward in a brutal thrust, savoring the way she trembles and my cock twitches. Moisture seeps from the tip, from the pure angst and excitement reflected in those big doll eyes. I wrap my hand around her neck, applying a little pressure, and she gasps, swallowing hard. I can feel her rapid pulse as I pin her against the table.
“That’s it. Let me get you there,” I whisper. This feels like a dream; in the morning, I’m going to wake up alone with my cock in my hand like I’ve done for the last ten years. She’s pure like the snow outside, while I’m a raging storm, destroying everyone in his path.
I loved how alarmed she looked when she told me her real name. What the hell is a Donovan doing here? I know her father wants to buy my land. When I picture her as a pigtailed little girl standing next to her father at one of his company retreats in a photo I dug up a couple of months ago, I kind of recognize her. She’s older, sure, looking different than her mother and her sisters all dolled up for some fundraising event. If the prayer flags in her car and the red dirt bike are any indication, this girl has an adventurous outdoor spirit.
“Rafe, please.” Her whole body is shaking, and my dick stands at full attention. I love the fear in her voice.
I run my nose along hers while she trembles under my touch. I feel like I’m marking her, claiming my mate, like Jack did with her dog earlier. Her eyes fly open when I flick her clit again, not yet slipping in my finger like I want to.Fucking hell, I want to. The way her cunt is pleading with me for release has my dick leaking pre-cum. The urge to own a pussy has never been this strong.
“You like getting dirty, don’t you?” I ask, my lips hovering above hers, tasting her rapid breath on my tongue. She nods. Her eyes are big with fear and excitement. Yeah, I did my fucking research, kid. I set up a shell company to protect my land. I didn’t count on the son of a bitch sending his youngest daughter to make me sell, even if her cover story adds up. I checked her camera, and she wasn’t lying. Each pic is of some rare bird or animal living around here. For now, I’m going to keep her secret and see where she takes it from here.
She starts to pant even more while I tease her wet nub with the pad of my thumb. I was taught not to play with my food; she’s too beautiful to not get a taste from. When she held the picture of me from a different life in her hand, a life I want to forget, I lost it.Shit, I know I’m scaring her, but I can’t help it. Something about her wants me to fuck with her so hard she’ll leave and not come back.Run back to your father and live out your protected, caged life.The way she keeps looking at me, begging me to fuck her, shows that maybe this little bird wants to fly away, straight into my claws. And maybe, I’m the right predator to claim her.
Her hair is a mess, and she’s trembling in my arms, moaning my name. I like how she pleads and begs. I like it more than I should. She’s so much younger than me, and I’m too fucked up to give a woman what she wants other than an orgasm. I grunt her name, licking the place below her ear. She sinks her nails into my arm, and I have to bite on the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from coming in my boxers. I smack her already swollen pussy, and she screams. I told her I like pain and inflicting it even more. She’s going to be the perfect test subject.
You’re mine now.
My name flutters from those pink lips, and possessiveness makes my chest expand. The way her cunt feels against my palm, all wet and hot, is intoxicating. A low growl escapes from my mouth and big eyes meet mine. Parting her pussy lips, I slip one finger into her center, meeting warm, sticky heat.
“Damn, girl.” Pinching my eyes shut for a moment, I imagine what I should do to her, a dark smile curling on my lips. I could flip her over and plow into her from behind, letting my fingers disappear in her tight little asshole while I rail her. Or I could throw her on the blankets in front of the fire, eat her out and fuck her after, or make love to her for days. I open my eyes with a jolt. Wheredid the four-letter word come from?Women don’t want love from me, they want a quick, hot fuck with the damaged ranger and then they get the hell out.
“Please, Rafe,” she pleads, her voice husky, as she presses her tiny tits against my chest; words of want leaving her pretty mouth. I slip my hand under the baggy hoodie of mine she’s wearing, stroking a finger over the underswell of her breast before teasing her puckered nipple. I want to suck on her tits, making her come, fingering her until my hand is dripping from her arousal. I want to do everything with her and then some.
I pinch her clit with my other hand, and she drops her forehead against my shoulder, shouting my name again. “You like me playing with your cunt, almost getting you there, don’t you?”
Her eyes travel into the back of her head as she presses her tit to my warm palm.
“Rafe, don’t stop, please,” she pants, riding my hand to chase her building orgasm. No one has ever begged me like this. I don’t do dates. I don’t do companionship. I can’t love. Still, I’m horny as fuck and angry at her for getting lost, and even madder at myself for letting it get this far. Reality hits me. I’m taking advantage of her.
“How old are you?” I ask, my voice firm while I pull back both my hands.
Her chest is heaving, those big eyes watching me as she tries to close her legs. I won’t let her. I stare at my glistening fingers, and my dick twitches, wanting nothing more than to taste those sweet juices.
“Why? I’m old enough,” she says defiantly.
Screw it. I push them in my mouth anddamn,she tastes even better than I thought. I run my tongue over my bottom lip, unable to get enough of her. “Can you order a drink in afuckingbar?”
She looks away, her dark brows dipping, pink sliding into her cheeks like she’s embarrassed. “No.” Her voice is smoky, and soft.
“Come on, kid.” I push myself from the table. Turning my back to her, I run both my hands over my scalp. “I’m almostfortyfucking years old, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I don’t give a shit,” she says, her voice trembling. “I’m turning twenty-one in three months, and I’ve been on my own long enough to know whatIwant.”
Her remark has me pausing. “You don’t know what you want,” I grumble.
Her hand lands on my back, and I take a deep breath, trying to get my racing heart under control. “I want you, Rafe.”
I turn around and stare into her eyes, my cock swelling painfully. “You don’t know what you’re asking from me. I don’t do gentle, little girl. I fuckhard.I don’t hold back if you give yourself to me. I’ll screw you in every hole, taste all of you until you’re begging me to leave, and make no mistake, you’ll want to leave when the snow clears,” I tell her, grabbing my rigid shaft through my pants, rubbing my palm over my throbbing cockhead to ease the pain of not being inside her already.
She looks up and stands on her tiptoes to slip her arms around my neck. “Why don’t you find out,” she says, sucking that plump bottom lip into her mouth for a second. “How long are we snowed in for?”
“I’m guessing about two days,” I respond, my voice low, loving the way her fingers disappear in my short hair. A stupid grin spreads across my face, and an electrical jolt slams against my chest. I’ve never felt this way about a woman. I like her standing this close to me. I can smell her vanilla scented hair, and before when I got a whiff of her feminine arousal, my dick sprang to life. Hell, I’ve been hard ever since before she opened her eyes. Her smile is nervous. She doesn’t say anything while looking up at me with those big eyes.
I grab her neck, running my thumb over the spot where her heartbeat pulses. I felt her pulsing clit slam against my dick when I pressed my hard-on against her tight pussy and loved every second of it.
She shivers, and a strange sense of possessiveness takes hold of me. When she lays her hand on my heart, I’m the one biting my lip, almost drawing blood.Damn,her hands are ice cold again.
“You need to take a shower, Storm, to get warm,” I say through clenched teeth.
