The heat erupts through me like liquid fire as I crash into him. It’s insanity is what it is. Madness. Lunacy. Me losing my entire damn mind. But I do know one thing — no matter what I want to call it, there’s no stopping it.

He groans deeply, his hands holding my hips and pinning me to the wall behind us. His tongue teases against my lips, and when I part them for him, he claims what I offer, kissing me harder, and deeper, until I’m melting into him. I moan wildly, losing my head, but not even caring anymore.

…And I’m so wet.

I’m melting against him, whimpering into the kiss and clawing at him with my free hand. One of my legs slides around him, hooking around his muscled waist, and when I pull him against me, he growls deeper into my lips. Fuck, he’s so hard too, and I can feel him — this thick, pulsing bulge under that denim throbbing right between my legs against my open jeans. The memory of last night, and just how fucking big he was comes rushing back, and I can feel my body reacting.

Heat pools between my legs. My nipples pucker to sensitive little peaks under my thin t-shirt. My pulse thunders in my ears, and every single part of me wants him just like he took me last night. Every inch of my skin wants an encore, and to feel him claim me again like he did.

I was drunk last night and wanted him fiercely. I’m sober now, and damned if I don’t want him even more.

He breaks the kiss, and I cry out as his mouth teases down my jaw line. His lips brush over my neck, nibbling at my earlobe and making me shudder before he moves down even more, towards my collarbone. I can feel the stubble of his scruffed jaw, and I can smell the heady, intoxicating scent of him. He smells like man — like country woods, sweat, and sex.

Sex from us. I’d never meant to fall asleep in the back of his pickup last night. I mean, God, I’d never meant to do any of things we did in that thing last night. But waking up the way I did, I’d barely had time to drive up to the cookhouse to meet my time-table. There’d been no time to head back to my motel and shower.

Any other time, and I might feel dirty, or gross. But with him, there’s something so fucking hot about it. I felt it even as I drove down country roads this morning — feeling his scent on me, and knowing that part of the lingering wet heat between my legs was from him. And now, smelling him, and know he also probably hasn’t showered away the scent of us either does something crazy to my senses. It lights a fire in me, or throws gasoline on the one he’s already lit.

It makes me want him to tear my damn clothes off and just take me again.

He groans into me, kissing me harder as his hand — the one chained to me — begins to tease across my bare midriff. His fingers trace over my hip, following the waist of my jeans as he teases it across my belly. His hand brushes my navel, and as his fingers start to push under the denim, my pulse races like an engine.

“You know what I think?” he growls into my lips, his fingers pushing lower, teasing over the edge of my panties. “I think this tight little pussy’s been wet and ready for me all damn day.”

I moan, kissing him hard, my teeth nipping at his bottom lip in a way that has him growling lowly before I pull away.

“You smug, cocky prick,” I groan.

“Bratty little princess,” he hisses back before he grabs me again, yanks me into him, and kisses me again. “And you’re dodging the question. So why don’t we find out, hmm?” He nips at my lips, catching my bottom one gently between his teeth as his hand pushes under the edge of my panties.

“Why don’t we find out?”

His hand twists, his finger entwining with my mine before he slides both our hands back under the edge of my panties. His other hand pops the button of my jeans and tugs the zipper down, and when his eyes drop to where our hands are, he groans.

“Let’s find out how messy and slick this naughty little pussy’s been for me. You haven’t showered since me, have you?”

I whimper, shaking my head and gasping for air. His hand pushes both of our fingertips lower, until his hand and mine tease over my clit. I gasp quietly, my face blooming with heat as he rolls my fingertips over my clit.

“Naughty girl,” he hisses heatedly. “And so fucking wet.” His hand slips lower, both of our fingers teasing over my lips and my opening. “You liked having me still here, didn’t you? You liked the thrill of playing the bad girl and going off to rob that cookhouse with the smell of me still on your skin and my cum still dripping out of this hot little cunt and making a mess of your panties.”

His mouth crushes to mine once again, and my only answer is my moan against his lips. He sinks a finger into me, curling it inside and stroking in and out. I cling to him with my free hand, panting into his kiss as he teases me higher and higher, making my whole body melt for him. His fingers drag back to my clit, and again, he uses both his fingers and mine to tease the little nub until I’m gasping for more. My hips rock against him, and my hands tear at his plaid shirt, ripping the buttons as I yank it open.

I groan, running my fingertips over his rock hard abs and up to his chest. His free hand tugs at my jeans, pushing them and my panties down my legs. He groans, breaking the kiss to move his lips down my neck, and I cry out as he roughly bites and sucks at the sensitive skin there, driving me insane.

My hand slides down his abs, yanking at his belt. It’s tricky with one hand, but there’s a fire inside of me that won’t be stopped or deterred. I groan in frustration, and he chuckles as he brings his own free hand to his jeans.

“Something you’re trying to get your hands on, sweetheart?”

“You know there is,” I hiss back, my pulse racing in my ears.

“Well maybe you should ask nicely then,” he growls lowly. He tugs his belt free and then pulls down his zipper. My fingertips linger on his abs as he slips his hand inside and slowly pulls himself free.

…And my body melts.

Fuck, he’s so big. He’s even bigger when I’m seeing him like this in the daylight than he felt last night in the dark. His hand wraps around his thick, pulsing, gorgeous cock, and when he strokes, I can feel his body groan with pleasure. His muscles tighten, and that swollen, smooth head of his flares. Thick, sticky precum leaks from the tip, trickling down his muscled shaft as he slowly jerks himself. He rolls our fingers over my clit again, and I moan wildly.

“You want to get your hands on this cock, sweetheart? That what you’re after?”

My hand slides down over his lower abs, over his hand until my small fingers curl around his thick head. Fuck, they don’t even touch circling him, and when I gently squeeze, I feel him groan as his big dick throbs under my touch.

He slips his hand away from his cock, giving me full control of it as he brings his back to my hips. His mouth finds mine, his lips searing heat to mine as his hand begins to push at my shirt. He pulls the knot free at the base of it and shoves it up over my chest, exposing my breasts to his hungry eyes. I whimper, stroking his beautiful cock as his mouth drops to one rosy pink nipple, sucking it between his lips and teasing it with his tongue.

His finger rolls over my clit again and again, and I cry out as his mouth dips from one nipple to the other. He starts to kiss his way down my torso, and I moan as I suddenly shake my head.

“Wait, no, I…”

I blush.

“What?” he growls, moving lower, my hand slipping away from his cock as he moves to his knees. He nibbles at my hip, and my whole body trembles with heat.”

“I— I haven’t…”

“Good,” he growls, his mouth teasing across my hip. His fingers spread my lips, and when his breath tingles across me, I moan softly.

“I don’t want you scrubbed clean, I want you tasting like you. I want you hot and wild against my tongue.”

His fingers tease over the soft little patch of hair above my clit, and he groans as he moves in. His fingers spread me open, and when his tongue touches me there, I whimper.

His wicked tongue drags so slowly, up from the bottom all the way up to my clit. He groans deeper, his muscles rippling as he pushes me back into the wall, pinning me there as his tongue slides over my pussy once again. He licks me harder, pushing his tongue deep inside and making me scream in pleasure as he pumps it in and out, fucking me with his mouth.

His tongue teases back up to my clit, circling the little nub before he sucks it between his lips.

…And I start to melt.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, swiping his tongue over my clit. “Goddamn you taste like fucking honey.” He pushes his tongue back in, fucking it in and out of me as his hands grabs my hips and pull me against his mouth. His mouth covers me, and when his tongue starts to swirl around my clit over and over, I start to tremble.

My knees shake, my breath comes hard and staggered, and my pulse thunders through me. He pushes one hand up my body, his fingers toying with my nipples as he brings the other one down between my legs.

“Touch your pussy, princess,” he growls. “Spread those soft, pretty pink lips for me while I taste you. Spread that tight little pussy open for me while I tease this clit.”

I cry out, my fingers sliding through my own wetness and doing what he says. His tongue swirls and bats at my clit, and he slowly eases two fingers deep inside, curling them in and out as my whole body starts to explode.

“I warned you,” he groans, his tongue curling circles around my aching clit as he strokes that wonderful place just inside with his big strong fingers. “I warned you what’d happen if you dared me to kiss you again. I told you I wouldn’t stop kissing you. And I’m not until I make this tight little pussy come for me. I’m not gonna stop, darlin, until you make this hot, tight, honey-sweet cunt come all the fuck over my tongue like a good girl.”

His lips fasten around my clit, his fingers push deep inside. And when his tongue swirls across my aching bud, it’s more than I can resist anymore.

I scream, crying out as the orgasm explodes through me like a firestorm. My legs shake, my hips bucking against his face as his amazing mouth pushes me over that edge. I can feel his tongue against my clit and my fingers, sucking and lapping and licking me right through my climax until I’m panting for air.

He spins me roughly, and I moan as I feel him start to kiss up the backs of my thighs. My jeans and panties are still tangled at my knees as he pushes me against the wall. His strong hands slide up my legs, his lips trailing as he spreads them wide. One of my palms and my cheek go flat against it, my breath catching and panting and my pulse still fire through my veins. The other — the one chained to him — he pulls back behind my back, our fingers entwining as he stands.

His body molds to mine, and when I feel that rock-hard, huge, thick cock throb right against my slick, eager pussy, I moan and arch back against him.

“Eager girl,” he growls right into my ear. His swollen cock head nudges over me, easing hands-free between my soft lips to center at my opening.

“You got away from me once,” he purrs into my ear, his muscles rippling as he pins me to the wall with his big cock just teasing against my pussy. Slowly, he pushes forward, and when that thick, hot, perfect cock head slips inside of me, I hiss in pleasure as I melt against him.

“You got away from me once. But believe me, princess,” he growls into my ear, nipping at the lobe as he pushes the head inside.

“You ain’t getting away from me again.”