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I rub the head of my shaft over her clit, swallowing her broken cries as I tease her over and over until she’s a whimpering mess and my cock is dripping with her wetness.
“Spread for me baby,” I whisper, before guiding my cock to her tight entrance. Carefully, I begin to press inside, cooing praise as her body opens up for me. “I’m so hard for you, princess. So fucking hard, only for you.”
“Roland,” she whimpers as I push my cock further into her entrance. She keens in my arms, melting against me as I kiss her. “You’re so big. Feels so good.”
“Fit like a glove, baby,” I whisper roughly as I rock gently into her, listening to her whimpers grow louder and louder. “Wrap your leg around me.”
She swings her leg over my thigh and moans when the move sends me deeper into her warmth. I brace one arm over her head so that I can press my forehead to hers as I begin to thrust. Her tight cunt is wrapped so tightly around me that I can barely think. I clench my jaw and close my eyes, focusing on the way her skin feels on mine in an attempt to hold back. She’s perfect, and I want to enjoy this moment with her as long as I can.
“Fuck,” I rasp, fighting to reign myself in. “Are you doing alright?”
Her face is buried in the side of my neck so I can’t read her face. She blows hot air against my skin as she forces out several sharp breaths. “Feels so good,” she gasps. “Filling me so good, Roland.”
I grit my teeth and groan when she slides her other leg around me, sending me even deeper into her warmth. Her cunt squeezes around my girth and she whimpers as I rock my hips, sliding in and out of her in hard thrusts.
“Oh–” Her head falls back and she releases her hold on me as I fuck her deep into the mattress. “Oh, fuck—I think I’m going to—”
She grips the sheets and her eyes flutter closed, her back arching off the bed as I slam my cock into her tight heat even harder. She’s so close to coming, and I’m right behind her.
“That’s it, come for me,” I say through gritted teeth as the pulsating sensation of her walls milks me dry. I cling to her, shooting thick ropes of seed inside her. “Fucking hell, baby. Take it all.”
Once I’m finally spent, I pull out of her then lean in and brush my lips gently against hers before climbing out of bed.
“Where are you going?” she whimpers needily, her voice shaky and vulnerable.
“I’m just going to the bathroom, okay? I need something to clean us up. I won’t be gone long.”
I wait for her to nod before leaving the room. I am back in seconds. Her eyes don’t leave mine as I clean us up and when I turn to take the towel back, she doesn’t let me leave, instead drawing me back to bed with her.
“Don’t go,” she whispers.
“I’m not. I won’t,” I promise, drawing her small frame into my massive arms. I don’t expect her to fall asleep so fast but after a few moments, she’s breathing softly and evenly in my arms.
She didn’t just give me her virginity tonight. She gave me herself, her everything. What we have is more than something hungry and physical. Just like she gave me something, I’m giving her something in return.
It’s clear that she has something in her life that could come seeking her out, even out here in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t need to worry about that anymore. She has me. Whoever or whatever wants to take her away from here is going to have to go through me, and I’m more than ready to make sure they know she’s mine.
I’m hers now too.
Chapter Seven
Melissa
I wake up with a start, arms twitching about and my heart threatening to pound its way out of my chest.
I place a hand between my breasts and force in deep, calming breaths. It takes me a moment to realize where I am and why I’m not in my bed at home. As if catching up with my brain, the soreness of my body makes itself known and I let out a groan as I fall back against the pillows. My escape from the wedding is catching up to me. I’m tired, but at least I’m somewhere safe.
I look around Roland’s bedroom. He’s not here, but one of the Dobermans is. He lifts his head to look at me sleepily. They’re practically twins, so I can’t be sure which one he is, not yet at least.
I don’t know what time it is, but I figure it’s probably late morning; of course Roland wouldn’t linger in the bed like this. He has a ranch to run, livestock to care for. They definitely need him more than I need his warmth. At least I have the dogs, I suppose. They’re warm enough now that the sun is up. I reach out and pet Brutus or Django, who’s looking at me still, running my fingers over his neck lovingly.
“Where did your dad run off to, Brutus?” I ask, taking a stab at guessing his name. His ears twitch, and if he was capable of giving me a crusty look, I’m sure he’d be giving me one. “Not Brutus, got it.”
I climb out of bed, shrugging on the hoodie I had on last night before heading for the bathroom to clean up a little before finding Roland.
He’s not in the kitchen when I finally get there, but I find a note telling me he’s in the barn and that breakfast may still be warm. Django sits at my feet as I sit down to eat a quick breakfast and then he follows me out. We don’t make it to the door before he starts growling. The sound comes out of nowhere and I stop in my tracks to turn to the dog in confusion.
“What is it boy, a wild animal? Is it a coyote?”
