This wasn’t the Bull I thought I knew.

He was still cocky and dirty and an asshole, but there was that other level to him. Ryan had mentioned it, and now I felt like I was finally seeing it.

Bull gave money to charity, and he seemed to have some sort of code of honor, although it seemed totally barbaric.

And he was such a good kisser. Amazing chills went down my spine as Bull kissed me. I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his thick hair as I kissed him back, our lips moving together, our tongues rolling into each other’s mouths.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was in the most secluded spot imaginable with Bull, and I was actually learning things about him. I’d had no clue about his father’s gambling debts; that was something completely new that I didn’t think anyone was aware of.

I wanted to think more about my article, but I found myself getting lost in Bull’s kiss. Some small part of me wanted to pull back, knew I should cut if off before it went too far, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to stop when all I wanted was more.

He began to kiss my neck, and I heard myself let out a soft moan.

“I want that pussy right here, right above the city,” he whispered in my ear.

“Bull,” I gasped. I felt his hands slowly push my dress up along my hips. “I can’t sleep with you.”

“Who said anything about fucking?” he asked. His fingers found my soaking pussy, and part of me wished I weren’t so damn wet. Now he knew what I really wanted.

“Then what?”

“I want to taste that pussy.”

“Bull!” I gasped as his fingers deftly pulled my panties down. I stared at him as he grinned at me and then kissed me again, pressing me down onto the blanket.

His hands were shockingly skilled and gentle as he slowly found my soaking pussy. He rolled my clit with his thumb, making me squirm with pleasure, before he pressed his fingers deep inside me.

I gasped. His hands and fingers were big, like everything else on him. He pressed them deep and slowly fucked me like that with his fingers, and I kissed him feverishly.

“Shit,” I gasped as he pulled back, kissing my neck again. “Oh shit, Bull. I shouldn’t do it.”

“Tell me to stop,” he said, “otherwise I’m taking what I want.”

I moaned as he kissed down my throat, lingering on my exposed chest before slowly sliding down me.

He spread my legs open wide, and I felt so damn exposed. The city was spread out next to us as he admired my soaking pussy, a wicked grin on his face.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re just so fucking gorgeous,” he said. “I want to get a look at this dripping pussy before I suck that clit until you scream.”

“Bull!” I moaned, and he slid his fingers inside me. I gasped as he slowly lowered his mouth against my clit.

Explosive pleasure rocked my body as he began to suck and lick my clit, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of me. I couldn’t believe Bull Dixon’s mouth was slowly licking my soaking clit as his fingers worked my tight pussy, but I wasn’t going to stop it.

I was too far gone. I knew he had me exactly where he wanted me, and that thought made me so angry, but that anger only made it that much hotter as he worked my clit and fucked my pussy with his fingers.

He spread me wide, working me, and I couldn’t help but reach down and press his mouth against my pussy as pleasure rocked through my body. I’d never experienced this before, never had a man go down on my pussy like this before, but he was incredible. He sucked and licked me like he was starving for my pussy.

He moved back, his fingers continuing to fuck me deep. “Oh fuck, Bull,” I moaned. “Oh my god.”

“You taste fucking delicious,” he said. “This tight little pussy is incredible. Fuck, girl, I’m so fucking hard, but sucking your clit and making you moan is exactly what I needed.”

I gasped as he went back at it, working my pussy, rubbing my clit. His free hand spread my legs even wider, and I felt so exposed out in the middle of nowhere as Bull licked my pussy, his thick fingers sliding in and out of my pussy.

I grasped his hair and began to work my hips, pressing his mouth against me harder. I could see the city to my right spread out in front of me, but all I wanted to look at was Bull’s mouth as he worked my little clit. I could feel pleasure rocketing through my core, riding up and down my spine, rolling through my body.

I pressed his mouth harder against me, working my hips, and he responded by fucking my pussy faster with his fingers. We both knew I was close, and he was working me faster, harder, trying to get me there. I could barely hold back, barely contain myself.

Slowly, the orgasm rolled over me. I lost whatever control I had left as my body slowly twitched with pleasure, the orgasm exploding through me, rolling through my body. He grinned up at me as he kept fucking my pussy with his fingers, encouraging my orgasm with his mouth and tongue.

As slowly as it started, it ebbed and finished. I lay back, gasping, as he grinned at me, licking me off his fingers.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I can’t believe I did that.”

He laughed. “You didn’t do shit. You just sat back and let me do all the work.”

“That’s what I mean. I can’t think straight right now.”

“Good,” he said. “That was what I wanted, just a fucking taste of you.”

“Shit, you got more than a taste.”

“You liked coming in my mouth?”

“Bull!”

“It’s just a question.”

I looked away, blushing. He handed me my panties and I slid them back on, though they were utterly useless.

He checked his watch. “We need to get back.”

“Already?”

“We’ve been out here for an hour.”

I blinked. “Are you serious?”

“Very serious. We need to catch the car before he leaves us stranded.” He began to put away our things, and I got up to help him.

I couldn’t believe how long we’d been out here. I doubted he’d been going down on me that whole time, but still. Time had simply melted past while I was with Bull, and I didn’t know what that meant. Maybe I was having a good time with him?

I definitely had been having a good time when his mouth was between my legs, but that didn’t count.

We took our things and headed back down the path. I followed closely behind Bull as he led the way with his flashlight.

I kept thinking about what we had done back there. I couldn’t believe I’d let him go down on me so quickly, but as soon as he kissed me, I knew I was completely screwed. I wasn’t going to back down, not when Bull Dixon was touching my body. I couldn’t say no, even though I knew I was playing such a dangerous game.

What if he figured out who I was? I couldn’t even begin to imagine that. He’d be so angry, and Bull was not the kind of man I wanted to piss off. But still, I wasn’t going to just stop seeing him, not now.

I was going to keep telling myself that this was about the story, but maybe it was about something else. Maybe it was becoming about figuring this man out, and maybe it was about the way he could make my body feel.

Bull Dixon was going to give me his secrets, and then he was going to take more of what he wanted.