Chapter 15

Logan

I am pissed.

Beyond pissed.

But don’t get me wrong. I am not pissed she’s not a virgin. I’m actually fucking relieved. Partly because I didn’t want to hurt her, but mainly because it was the permission I needed to claim this pussy the way I’ve been wanting.

Which she’s getting ready to find out will be done in a hard, deep, and rough manner.

I want her too much to go about it gently, and besides… I am pissed she held this information from me. I could have been fucking her sooner.

Tentatively, I slide my cock out of her. I do it slowly, not for her benefit but rather to gauge just how good it’s going to feel and how fast I’m going to blow.

And f-u-u-u-u-u-ck.

My eyes involuntarily close because that feels way too good, and I sink slowly back into her tight, wet cunt. So goddamn good.

Never felt anything like it.

I’m not going to last, so my mission is to make sure it’s as good for her so I don’t leave her in my wake.

Opening my eyes, I find her staring at me with hazy eyes and her mouth parted as she pants heavily. “I want you to come hard, Auralie.”

She nods. She wants it too.

“I’m going to hit you fast and hard, so I need you to get there with me, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers, and then licks her lips.

So fucking sexy.

I pull my cock out again slowly, and I have to smile as her eyes roll in the back of her head. Sliding out all the way to the tip, I punch my hips forward… hard.

I slam back into her, bottoming out, and her eyes fly back open as she cries out in surprise. Bringing my elbow under one of her knees, I spread her a little wider for me.

Pulling out, I ask through clenched teeth, “Did that hurt?”

She shakes her head, and I’m guessing the power of speech may be gone for her. Which is fine. We communicate quite well without it.

“Good,” I praise her. “Because not sure I could stop even if it did.”

Slam.

Back in deep and her back arches off the mattress with such force, I’m slightly lifted.

“Fuck yeah,” I growl as I realize my baby can take every inch of me as hard as I want to give it to her.

I pull out again, thrusting in deeply with a groan of utter satisfaction.

Out and in.

Harder and rougher than I thought I would originally go, but Auralie pants the words, “yes” every time, and it’s driving me crazy to pound as deeply as I can go. So I can pummel my imprint into her so she never forgets who this pussy belongs to.

Christ, she feels good. Wet and hot, and damn… so tight as her muscles contract around me.

My breathing hitches as I race toward a release that I’m pretty sure is going to wreck me completely. “How you doing, baby?” I grunt in between thrusts.

“G-o-o-o-o-d,” she stammers, eyes still closed tight as I tunnel in and out of her mercilessly.

“Sorry you lied to me?” I ask her through gritted teeth.

Her eyes fly open and her lips quirk slightly.

“Think it’s funny, do you?” I ask, my eyes flashing with the promise of retribution for her impertinence, and I admit… I get momentarily sidetracked as I note her breasts jiggling all over the place because I’m fucking her so hard.

Back to the task at hand. “Think it’s funny… making me suffer… making me obsesses about this pussy? Holding it out there for me to fantasize about?”

She doesn’t answer me, but I see lines at the corners of her eyes start to form as she tries desperately not to smile and miserably fails to look contrite.

I pull all the way out of her, feeling triumphant when she cries out in protest, then I’m flipping her over roughly. She lands with a slight ooooph and I kick her legs apart, put my hands to her hips, and drag that gorgeous ass into the air. Reaching down, I grab my cock, line it up to her wet opening, and just as I slam in, I bring my other hand down hard on her ass cheek. The crack resonates sharply throughout the little trailer. When my hand pulls back, I smile at the red imprint left behind.

Auralie shrieks when I smack that ass again. “Think it’s funny?”

I think I hear her snicker. She slams backward on my cock, forcing me to groan, so I smack her again, and I swear to fuck, I feel wetness gush all around my cock.

My baby likes this a lot, and if she’s pleased, I’m pleased.

I give her three more slaps, each one just as hard. Each time, Auralie chants, “Yes, yes, yes”.

The next time I crack my palm down, Auralie’s back bows. She throws her head back, those long, black locks fanning over her back and she cries out, “Oh, Logan… I’m coming.”

No need to tell me. I can feel her rippling all around me. This right here… never felt that before.

This urges me to go faster, and I start lurching into her body as I get dizzy with the need to come. I’m grunting on every thrust, barely have any oxygen left in my lungs, and yet I don’t want this to end. I want to come, but I don’t want to at the same time.

Choice is taken out of my hands though when Auralie takes over and starts pulling herself off my cock and slamming back against me. This causes me to go so deep, I can feel the head of my cock knocking against something inside of her. I force myself to stop, hold my hips still, and with my hands lightly on Auralie’s hips just to hold her steady, I let her fuck me to completion.

Watching her throw herself mercilessly onto my cock before pulling herself back off, groaning and hissing out curse words, I’m so fucking turned on right now I might stroke out.

“That’s my cock I’m fucking right now,” Auralie mutters as she impales herself over and over again, and I’m so stunned by her dirty talk, especially when just minutes ago I thought she was a virgin, that my body decides to give it up.

I start to come as she tries to pull off me again, so I hold her hips tight to me and groan with utter abandon and relief, “Coming, baby. Oh, yeah… my girl fucked her cock and I’m coming so goddamn hard.”

I unload jets of cum into her body, streaming hot and filling her tight channel until I can feel it oozing out as I hold myself planted deep. Auralie moans and whispers, “Yes. That’s it, baby.”

A huge aftershock of pleasure ripples up my spine, maybe a second orgasm. I groan because I can’t not groan it feels so good, and yeah… that’s never happened before either.

When I’ve stopped… when I don’t think I have anymore, I pull out of her slowly and take my still-hard cock in hand. It’s super sensitive but I wrap my hand around it, stroke upward, and squeeze the head, pulling forth more cum from the slit. I lean forward, rub the pearly liquid right over the fiery handprint that’s going to be there for some time to come, and I muse out loud, “Not going to take me long to recharge, babe. But first, we need to talk.”

Auralie flops to her stomach on the mattress and gives me an audible groan of dread.

I look back to the handprint practically shining like a neon light at me and feel a measure of satisfaction. Now it’s time for me to hear what the fuck is really happening so I can fix this shit and have this for myself with nothing to interfere.

***

Reluctantly, I don’t force Auralie to talk right away. We haven’t had dinner, and I did promise her hot dogs over an open campfire. It only takes about fifteen minutes for me to get a fire going as I keep a ready supply of dried wood under a tarp. I pull another canvas folding chair out of the storage locker in the back of my truck.

Auralie and I sit side by side, the sun having gone down. The dark sky is filled with low-hanging stars. We put the hot dogs on thin, green branches that I’d whittled the ends into points, and we roast them in silence.

I’m a patient man as she eats two and drinks a bottle of Coke to chase it down. I eat four and drink a beer, but when that’s done, I stand up from my chair slightly to pick it up and turn it to face her.

“Now tell me… all of it,” I demand as I sit back down.

I almost hope she hesitates because I would love nothing more than to drag her ass back to bed, spank it lava red, and fuck some obedience into her.

But she launches into her story without any qualms. She knows I need the entirety of it because she already exposed her big lie.

“I’m a grifter,” are her first words, and I can’t say this surprises me. The minute I learned she wasn’t a virgin, I knew it was a con, but still…

“Unbelievable,” I muse, intrigued as I’d never met one. At least, I don’t think I have.

“Well, I used to be. Was raised to be one from an early age,” she says with a wry smile.

“Wait a minute,” I butt in. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-five,” she says with some shame in her eyes. “I’m sorry I lied to you.”

“Because a twenty-five-year-old virgin isn’t believable,” I conclude, and again, I’m oddly more relieved than pissed. Somehow, an eight-year age difference is more palatable than a thirteen-year one.

“Right,” she says and then continues. “My parents were both con artists, so it’s all I knew. I told you before, my mom died when I was ten, but it’s not like she was a great role model. It was just my dad and me. His name is Mickey, by the way, and we just did what we had to do to survive.”

I can’t help it. I’m fucking fascinated. “I don’t understand. I mean… what does a con artist do? Did your dad have a job? You said he did apartment management. Did you work? Or is all you do is scam money? Christ… did you even go to school?”

She laughs at me. In the firelight, she’s never looked more beautiful. “We weren’t homeless, and yes… I went to school. But grifting is a hard life, and it’s not a rich one. Well, unless you do it on the level that Magnus does.”

“You can tell me about him later.” I wave an impatient hand because I want to know every tiny detail of this little criminal’s life. I can’t figure out if I’m appalled or slightly titillated by the cunning she obviously possesses. “Tell me what your life was like growing up.”

Auralie plays with the lip of her empty Coke bottle. If I were a gentleman, I’d offer to get her another, but I am not and I don’t because I want to hear her story.

She blows a puff of breath out and looks at me. “I was rolling trick dice in alleyways when I was nine. By the time I was twelve, I could run a flawless change-raising scam and none would be the wiser.”

“Change raising?” I ask confused.

“It’s a typical street short con. I go up to someone and ask if they have change for a ten. The con runs by passing bills or change back and forth, confusing the person as to what’s going on. I’d walk away with twenty.”

I whistle low through my teeth, and I’m very confused. I am truly appalled and yet oddly fascinated at the same time, but it’s kind of hard to place blame on her. She was a child.

“As I got older, the cons got a little more complex. Still short, as I didn’t have the means to run a long con, but my friend Gus and I would often run a mugging scam.”

I raise my eyebrows, but before I can ask what that means, she provides me the answer.

“I’d see a woman walking, always a tourist and a dumb one at that, who didn’t keep a good grip on her purse. I’d sneak up, snatch her purse, and run.”

“Holy shit,” I say in shock that she’d resort to common thievery.

“Calm down, Officer,” she mocks me with a wave of her hand. “My friend, Gus, would “play” the Good Samaritan and give chase. I’d duck down a quick alley; he’d catch up to me and wrestle me for the purse. I’d be “overpowered” and then I’d take off running so I didn’t get caught, gladly giving up the purse. He’d return it to the tourist, who would be so grateful she’d give him money for his help.”

“You’re fucking kidding me?” I ask, totally in shock that this sweet woman could be so devious.

“When I got older—became an adult—I did things that would disgust you,” she says softly, her gaze finally falling.

Even though my stomach turns at the thought of what she might reveal, I reach across the expanse between us and take her hand in mine. “I assure you, nothing you can say will disgust me. I’d already figured you were conning someone out of money for fake virginity.”

She gives me a sad smile, and with a small voice says, “I’d go into a bar and find a lonely looking guy with a wedding ring…”

I have to swallow hard to suppress the growl that wants to come out.

“I’d flirt… get him interested. If he were local, I’d flirt harder. He’d have a few drinks and get bold, and then we’d make plans to go to a hotel together, because even though he loved his wife, he was still hot and horny for a young girl he met in a bar.”

She stops, plays with the bottle some more, and I realize she’s embarrassed.

“Go on, Auralie,” I tell her gently. “Let me hear it.”

“We’d go outside… wait for a cab, and I’d let him kiss me. I’d get him in a compromising position, and then Gus would come up on us and start taking pictures. The mark would notice and get upset, asking Gus what he was doing. Gus would admit to being hired by the man’s wife who suspected he was cheating—”

“But the wife really didn’t?” I ask for clarification.

“No,” she says with a wry smile. “I was just really good at picking marks who I knew had probably cheated on their wives and so it would not seem out of character for the wife to have hired an investigator.”

God, that’s fucking insidious.

“At any rate, inevitably, the man would offer Gus “more money than the wife paid” in exchange for the pictures. One time we got five hundred in exchange for the SD card in the camera.”

“Damn,” I say in wonder, as I had no clue this shit went on. I mean, why would I? My life in Chicago was charmed. “And you did this every day?”

She shrugs noncommittally, I think perhaps feeling she’s said too much and has put me off. So I try to get her back on track to something that would be easier to talk about. “You said you were looking at going to college?”

“Yes,” she says with a quavering voice. “I told my dad and Magnus I wanted out. Dad let me happily go. Magnus wasn’t so easy to convince, but he ultimately agreed.”

“How does Magnus fit into your life?” I ask.

“Well, that’s an interesting story,” she tells me, “but I’d like another Coke first.”