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Silas
I’m not a person known for his good decisions.
I knew I shouldn’t take her.
Knew it was bad on way too many levels.
Yet my dick and my mind were in complete agreement.
And I was a big believer in fate.
We’d both been here looking for the same thing.
An hour away from our normal lives.
She’s a baby.
She’s younger than your kids.
She was younger than my kids…but she was older, too.
She had eight years of experience on the inside, and if there was one thing I knew, it was that prison changed you.
Made you grow up even when you didn’t want to.
It was either live or die. There was no surviving when you had to watch your back twenty-four hours a day, three-hundred-sixty-five days a year.
I watched as she danced to a song that I hadn’t heard in years.
She moved her hips enticingly, swaying from side to side, sliding her hands into her hair.
The men in the room were captivated.
But they wouldn’t have her.
I would.
Downing the rest of my beer, I moved out of the booth, aware of everyone’s eyes in the room moving to me.
A man that was set to make his move on Sawyer froze in his spot just by a simple glare from me in his direction.
He turned and moved away, the thought of trying for Sawyer dying an agonizing death once he looked into my eyes.
I moved up behind her just as the next song made its way in, and I smiled.
It was perfect.
Mostly because she stopped dancing and turned, seeing me standing there.
Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips.
I walked forward, coming to a stop only inches away from her face.
“You’re sure about this?” I asked softly.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“You know who I am?” I asked.
She nodded. “I do.”
“You know what I want?” I continued.
She nodded again. “Yeah.”
“I don’t do relationships. And whatever this is, it’s not going to be hearts and flowers. I don’t have time for that,” he said again.
She shrugged. “I don’t have time for hearts and flowers anyway. It’s just not for me.”
I didn’t bother to contradict her.
She deserved the hearts and flowers. But I was a selfish prick.
It was wrong on so many levels that I couldn’t count the ways…but my dick didn’t seem to care.
“Your car or mine?” She asked as we walked past the front door.
I snorted.
There was no way I was squeezing into that tin can she called a car.
I’d seen her car.
It was the size of a shopping cart…or at least that was what it looked like.
It was a 1957 Volkswagen Beetle in a putrid shade of green.
I’d listened to Dallas complain about the car, just two days ago, after she bought it with her first pay check.
Though you had to do what you had to do when it came to your freedom.
“We’ll take mine,” I rumbled as I placed my hand on her back to usher her to my bike. “But mine’s not a car.”
She hissed in a breath when she realized what we’d be taking, and I watched as a shiver rolled over her.
“Okay,” she breathed.
She wasn’t drunk.
That I could tell.
Far from it, in fact.
She was loose, though.
Loose enough that she didn’t care about getting on a bike with a man that was five years short of being twice her age.
“We’re in for a long ride,” I said as she came to a stop next to it. “Do you want to borrow my jacket?”
She looked at my leather jacket, then into my eyes, before she nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
First, I took off my colors, followed shortly by the jacket.
Then I wrapped it around her back and watched as she shrugged on the leather like it was a piece of silk rubbing along her skin.
Possession rolled over me as I realized how much I liked her wearing my coat.
It dwarfed her small body, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Pushing the sleeves up, she smiled before walking up to the bike and studying it.
“How do I get on without flashing the parking lot?”
I smiled as I walked up beside her and tapped the back of one thigh.
“Nobody can see what you got except me,” I murmured. “Throw that leg over.”
She lifted her leg, and I got the briefest glance of her pussy…that wasn’t covered by a goddamned thing…before the skirt fell and covered her once again.
But it was enough to change my mind about going all the way back to my house; instead, deciding to hit up the safe house we had in Longview.
I didn’t think I could handle an hour on the bike with her open pussy pressed up against my back.
Nor did I want to.
I was all for instant gratification, after all.
Lifting my leg to swing over the bike, I straddled the seat in front of her and started the bike up with a mutinous roar.
I lifted the helmet from the handle bars and offered it back to her.
“Put this on,” I ordered.
She took it from my hand and put it on her head, scrunching it down tightly to fit on her head.
“Ready,” she whispered.
I smiled. “Yeah, hold on to your titties.”
She squealed in excitement as I made my way out of the bar’s parking lot and into traffic.
I ascertained by five minutes into the ride that she’d never been on a bike before.
And, ten minutes into the ride, I’d decided to ignore my dick’s insistence that we take care of him now, and drove all the way back home.
She was enjoying herself, and I found that I liked when she did that.
I’d not seen her laugh one single time like she had in the hour we were on my bike.
Then again, that’s why I rode in the first place.
Riding a motorcycle was a freeing experience.
You let your mind wander and just let the road take your problems away.
It was like therapy, without the therapist.
A high without the drugs.
By the time we pulled up into my place, I felt like I had a completely different person on the back of my bike with me.
I hadn’t forgotten about the way her very hot pussy felt against my backside…or the way her hands felt when they rubbed up and down my stomach, but I also found myself reluctant to get off the bike.
Something I had to do when I finally turned the bike off after backing it next to my house.
“I didn’t realize you lived on the lake,” she whispered, looking out over the view I had.
I reached my hand back to take the helmet she offered me, but neither one of us made a move to get off the bike.
“I’ve lived here for a couple of years now. My son lives across the lake,” I said, gesturing in the direction of Sebastian’s place.
It was lit like the Fourth of July.
Something I hated.
Not that I’d ever tell him.
I liked him being there, I just didn’t like looking at the fact that he wasted money by leaving all those lights on, ruining my skyline with all those fuckers.
Then again, the same went for Kettle’s place that was next to Sebastian’s.
I wouldn’t bring up the fact that her parents were just down the way from me, either.
I didn’t want to ruin the mood after all.
Especially when I realized how sweet she smelled.
“Do you walk over there, or boat?” She asked me, leaning her head on my shoulder and wrapping her hands around my chest.
“I boat…or ride. Walking it would take a really long time. The lake extends quite a few miles that way,” I said, pointing to the left. “It’d take hours to walk over there. And the other way is just swamp-covered land. Either way you go to get out of this lake, you have to cross bridges. So it’s easier to ride more than anything.”
Her hand started to do something with my lower belly, twisting my shirt in her fingers as she contemplated what I’d said.
And slowly but surely, her worrying pulled the hem up over my jeans, and I caught my breath when her fingers met the bare skin of my lower belly.
My dick started to throb the instant she touched me, and I had to grip my thighs with my hands to keep from throwing her onto the floor of my carport.
“Will you take me for a ride on the lake? I’ve never done that before,” she whispered as her fingers dipped over the ridges of my abdomen.
“Yeah,” I rumbled, closing my eyes when she shifted behind me to scoot closer.
Her nipples rubbed along my back, enticing me.
Her pussy wasn’t helping any either.
“It’s been a really long time,” she said, letting her fingers drop until they played along the waistband of my jeans.
I inadvertently sucked in, allowing the tips of her fingers to dip below the waistband of my jeans until they encountered the wiry pubic hair surrounding my dick.
“I know,” I told her. “Are you sure?”
She shivered at the huskiness of my voice, and I couldn’t help the smile that ticked up the corner of my mouth.
“Yeah, never so sure in my life,” she agreed.
I finally let up on my strangle hold I had on my knees and let my hand travel up and down the outsides of her thighs.
My hand traveled up and down, from knee to hip, back and forth, as she finally worked up the courage to start working at the buckle of my belt.
Her hands were shaky, and I let her do her thing so I didn’t rush her faster than she was willing to go.
But when her hands yanked the zipper down, followed by the button, then dove straight for my cock, I was the one to freeze.
Her hands felt like silk against my length.
They were cold, but that didn’t seem to matter to my cock.
Not even the slightest.
My balls were high and tight as she slowly started to work the length of my cock in her hand, pumping it fast and steady.
“I don’t want to come in my pants,” my voice cracked. “Pull me out.”
She pushed my underwear down until my dick popped free of its confines.
The waistband of my underwear stuck under my balls wasn’t the most comfortable in the world, but I forgot about it completely when her hand returned to my cock, pumping and massaging.
“I haven’t come from a hand job in well over twenty years, but I’m about two minutes away from that,” I informed her.
She laughed and let me go, my dick pointing straight in the air as she ran her hands up my torso.
I helped her by easing my cut off and then taking my shirt by the back of my collar and pulling it over my head, hunching my shoulders as I did so as to make it easier.
She sighed when she could feel my chest and back.
Her hands traveled up my belly to my nipples, circling them hesitantly.
Then further inside to run through the hair on my chest.
“I never really thought that I’d get turned on by chest hair, but I really wish I could rub my nipples against your…”
She didn’t finish her thought before I’d twisted at the waist, hooked an arm around her, and maneuvered her until she was straddling the bike once again, but facing me this time.
Her ass rested on the gas tank, and my dick was only mere inches away from where it really, really wanted to be.
“So what’s stopping you?” I asked, looking into her eyes.
The motion detection that’d turned on when we pulled in the driveway went out, and we were plunged into darkness.
I didn’t so much as see, but hear, as she stripped first her shirt, followed shortly by her bra, from her body.
“I want you inside of me when I do,” she whispered.
My eyes nearly crossed as I fished my wallet from my back pocket and quickly pulled out a condom from the middle of it.
I could hear her breath quicken as she heard me tear the condom open and remove it from its package.
Then I worked it down the length of my dick before I reached for her and yanked her forward.
The skin of her ass screeched as I yanked her across the gas tank, but she didn’t complain, and I couldn’t find it in me to care.
When my dick met the slick skin of her pussy, I hissed in a breath at the heat that was emanating from her.
Even through the latex of the condom I could feel it, and I’d never wished more for anything in my life, than to feel her skin to skin.
Alas, I didn’t get this old by being stupid.
And she was a smart girl.
She needed the assurance that I was taking precautions.
Later, though, after we were both checked out, and I was assured that she was on birth control, we’d be revising this situation. I may not want a permanent relationship, but this? Well, let’s just say that we would be doing this again.
She moaned softly when my cock met her entrance and then gasped as I slowly started to fill her up.
I wasn’t a small man, and she felt like she’d never had a dick inside her before.
Couple the two, and I was so ready to blow that it was embarrassing.
But the moment I was seated fully inside her depths, and her breasts started to play along the hair on my chest, I locked my own pleasure down and started to focus on her.
“Lean back,” I ordered her.
She moaned and clenched down on my length, but followed directions until she was laid out before me.
I fucked up into her as I moved my hands to play along her flat belly, moving up until I met the pebbled nipples on top of her beautiful breasts.
They were the perfect size for my hands. Not too big, but nothing to sneeze at, either.
I pinched one nipple and circled my thumb around the other, trying to learn what she liked best.
She leaned into the pinching, and I smiled.
So she liked it rough.
Good, because I did too.
Really rough.
“You like a little pain with your fucking, sweetheart?” I asked, pinching both nipples now, hard enough to cause her to cry out.
“I…I think so. It feels good,” she whispered. “It’s never felt like this before.”
So whomever she’d been with hadn’t had patience enough to find out what she liked. Typical.
All I could say about that was that he was a lazy fucker.
I took my time with my women…and I definitely would with Sawyer.
There was no reason on God’s green earth that I couldn’t get my women off before me, even if I had to put my own desires on hold to accomplish it.
I pinched one nipple with my thumb and forefinger while I leaned forward and captured her other one between my lips, effectively pushing me even deeper inside of her.
She cried out. From what? Could be the fact that I was deep as fuck inside of her, or maybe it was the way my beard played along the sensitive skin of her breast, I didn’t know.
But I’d ask.
Later.
Right now I was too busy with feeling the way her hot pussy clenched around the length of my dick, and the way she was taking me deeper than any woman had ever been able to before.
“God, you feel so fuckin’ good,” I told her in between sucks.
Her hands came up to cup my head.
I was sure that if I had hair, she would’ve been yanking on it in her exuberance.
Especially with the way her hips lifted to receive each of my thrusts, or how she was exhaling one continuous moan instead of sighs like she’d been doing before.
“I need…” she hesitated. “I need something.”
I pulled out suddenly, happy with the way she cried out in despair when I was no longer inside of her.
“You need what, honey?” I asked, helping her sit up until she was resting on the pad of the seat.
Then I helped her to her feet and turned her around until she was bent over, elbows resting on the seat.
But I thought better of it since I knew I wanted to do her hard, so I shifted her until she was bent over the hood of my ’67 Charger.
Her hips met the cool metal, and she canted her ass, wiggling as she said, “Hurry.”
I said a silent prayer for the fact that she was wearing such high heels, which enabled me to line my cock straight up with the entrance to her pussy, and slam inside.
“Silas!” She screamed. “Fuck!”
I grinned as I started to pound inside of her.
Hard, unforgiving strokes.
Each thrust had me hitting the end of her, battering her cervix with the head of my cock.
She didn’t complain, though.
In fact, she was doing quite the opposite. Pushing back against my thrusts so that I rammed inside of her even harder.
My hands were probably bruising her hips as I gripped her, holding her steady as I took her hard.
And when I felt her hand sneak down to cup my balls and play along the base of my cock, I had to tighten my belly to keep myself from coming.
I started counting to a hundred in my head when I felt her start to circle her clit with her thumb while keeping her fingers on my balls.
And I had never been more thankful than when I felt her pussy start to flutter and ripple around me.
When she burst into an orgasm, I finally let myself go.
My cum exploded from my balls as it shot out the end of my cock, filling up the tip of the condom with so much force that I feared for the integrity of the latex.
Then she started to clamp down on me even harder, one long clench followed the other, and I forgot to care about everything.
It was long seconds later when I finally came back to myself.
I was pinning Sawyer to the side of my Charger with my big body, holding her down as the sweat started to cool on our bodies.
“I’m thinking I need to do that again…a couple hundred times.”
I chuckled as I held on to the base of the condom, making sure it stayed in place as I pulled out of her.
I was enjoying the sound of my withdrawal from her – one of the sexiest damn things I’d ever heard – as I listened to her juicy pussy try its damndest to hold on to me.
She moaned when I finally exited her body completely and turned around suddenly to slam her mouth down onto mine.
“That was incredible,” she whispered against my lips.
I snorted.
“You make an old man like me feel like a fuckin’ superhero,” I muttered against her lips, pulling her in close.
My still hard cock pressed against the apex of her thighs, and I contemplated grabbing another condom from my wallet when I felt her start to laugh.
“Let’s go inside and do it on a bed this time,” she whispered.
“Greedy little bitch, aren’t you?” I asked.
She grinned as I gathered her up in my arms, hand under her ass, and started to carry her to the garage door.
Her legs went around my hips, helping hold my pants up, as I walked.
I was thankful I still had my pants when I was easily able to take my keys from my pocket and insert it into the lock.
Sadly, we never made it to the bed.
We made it to the kitchen table before I lost the ability to fight my dick anymore.