Molly:

Fuck fuck fuck. Shit shit shit. Dammit dammit dammit. I start running through every possible curse I can think of in my mind. Am I happy to see him? My panties sure seem to think so. Even my ankle is thankful that I’m not going to have to make the trek up the side of the mountain to track him down and try to talk to him about this story.

The way he’s tracing his finger over my jawline, staring me in the eye like he owns me or something, gives me reason to believe we won’t be talking about the story anytime soon. The only words I can fathom other than a pile of incoherent swear words involve please, more, and harder, in every possible combination.

The sexual chemistry between us is obvious. How could I not be attracted to this tall, dark, muscle-bound beast who kind of scares me in the best possible way? Standing there in his tight t-shirt and gray jeans that hug his ass in all the right places, it’s taking everything in me not to grab him by the beard and shove his face between my legs.

Still, I’ve seen his gentle side, too. There’s so much more to this man than what he’s packing in his pants, and I’m slightly afraid of how hard it’s going to be to contain my deeper feelings for him.

Shut your mouth and enjoy the ride, my brain screams out. Even though my career is hanging in the balance, all I can think about is how badly I want him inside me again.

“Why don’t you go put that gun away like a good girl?” he suggests. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you unless you want me to.”

“Oh yeah,” I chuckle. “I’m sorry for that. You never know what’s going to happen around here. A girl can’t be too safe living on her own. Especially when her alarm system wants to lick everyone’s face.”

“Looks like you’re walking a little better today,” he says, following me inside, shutting and locking the door behind him and sliding off his boots in the doorway. “We’ll have to do something about that.” He shoots me a devious wink that hits me right in the core.

I pull open the hidden compartment under my bed and put my pistol inside. He’s inches away from me, as though if he lets me get too far away I’m going to take off running. That’s the last thing on my mind. The only place I want to run is right into his big strong arms.

“Come here,” he says, sitting down on my bed. I sit beside him, dangling my feet off the edge. “I really did come here to talk to you, Molly. It’s just seeing you standing there in those little short shorts, looking like you were fixing to punch me or something, I don’t know, I can’t resist you. If you want me to go, I will.”

I hang my head in my hands and let out a sigh. Nothing like a little conversation to kill the mood, to remind me just how fucked-up this situation is.

“I actually was hoping I’d see you again,” I say. “I have something I need to talk to you about.”

“You’re pregnant?” he teases me mockingly. “I know I’m good, but shit, I know that condom didn’t break, and it’s been less than twenty-four hours.”

“Boy, you’re awfully sure of yourself.”

I run my fingers down his chest, feeling every delicious muscle underneath my fingertips. I kiss his jawline, and by the way he’s breathing in my ear, I can tell he’s as hot and bothered as I am. “It can wait. I mean, until after we’re done not making a baby.”

“You want me to put a baby in you?” he says, so casually like it’s a normal thing.

“Honey, I get a shot every year that ensures you can’t put a baby in me right now.”

“Well that’s a relief. No offense. It would be an honor to knock you up.”

“Yeah, well, we can practice at least,” I suggest. I pull his shirt up over his head, kissing my way down his neck, to his chest, down his luscious abs, feeling them with my tongue as he quivers beneath me.

“Tucker!” I squeal as he grabs my wrists in his fist and flips me on my back, pinning my hands above my head, completely overpowering my body.

“I’m sorry, Molly,” he says, eying my body up like I am his prey. He unbuttons my jean shorts with one hand and tugs them down my thighs in one quick swoop. The palm of his hand grinds into my drenched panties, his fingertips exploring my folds through the pink polka-dot cotton, and I buck my hips into him, anxious and waiting for more stimulation.

“Please, Tucker,” I mewl, my hips working independent of the rest of my body as he teases me, my arms pressed firmly into the mattress by his hand. “You don’t have to apologize for leaving. It’s ok.”

“Not that,” he laughs, kissing me hard on the lips as he pulls my panties aside, smearing my wetness up and down my slit, catching my moans in his mouth. “I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to lick that sweet pussy of yours. You were such a generous and nasty girl, taking me in your throat and working my cock with that soft little tongue of yours. It’s not very gentlemanlike of me not to return the favor.”

My pussy clenches at the thought of his mouth on it. His fingers glide up and down my mound, occasionally grazing my swollen clit.

“Would you like that, Molly?” he asks.

I nod, my eyes wide.

“Tell me,” he urges, clasping my wrists tighter in his hand, staring at me through squinted eyes.

“Please, Tucker. Kiss me.” I feel so deliciously dirty, every sense heightened with arousal thanks to his words, his touch, his promises. I would do anything this big burly mountain man asked of me in this moment.

“Like this?” he asks, teasing behind my earlobe, the stubble of his beard tickling my neck as I feel his warm tongue on my flesh, his hand never leaving my pussy. It feels so good, I’m crawling out of my skin and I moan softly. “I love the sounds you make, woman.”

He lets go of my hands, pulling my tank top up over my head, my braless breasts heaving as he sizes me up. “Or like this?” he asks, his mouth trailing down my collarbone to my nipple, taking it between his lips, rolling his tongue over it until it’s a tender hard nub.

He takes it in his teeth, biting down with controlled pressure, slightly painful but oh so incredible. My back arches and I press my breasts into his face, begging for more.

“You like that, don’t you?” he groans, breathing onto my nipple, wet with his saliva, sending chills down my spine. He kisses his way across to the other one, nibbling and sucking my tender bud.

“You’re so fucking wet, you dirty girl. You’re making me so hard.”

“Please,” I beg, rocking my hips on his hand, desperate to feel him inside me. He kisses down my stomach, inching closer and closer to my mound.

“Hold on to those sheets and don’t let go. Do you understand?” he asks. “It’s very important, Molly.”

I nod, gripping the sheets above my head.

“Tell me,” he says, pulling his hand from my underwear, as if he’s about to leave me hanging here.

“I understand.”

He plants a wet kiss right on my clit as he pulls my panties down to my ankles. I kick them to the floor.

“You’re such a good girl.” His hands run up and down my thighs and I am shaking. “I am going to make you feel really good. You just have to trust me.”

He kisses my inner thighs, and instinctively I try to clamp them together, but his strong hands pry me apart, spreading me further and further until he is face-to-face with my most intimate parts. I feel so vulnerable spread like this, my hands over my head, my whole body on display for this man I barely know, but something about him is so intoxicating, so dominating, I don’t feel ashamed. I feel like this is right where I belong.

He traces his tongue up and down my slit, teasing me expertly, knowing that if he strokes me just right, just for a second, I’m going to explode all over his face.

I wrap my legs around the back of his neck, trying to guide him to that spot, completely frustrated with the tease. He reads my cue and looks up at me with a knowing smile.

“You taste so good, Molly. I could lick your pussy all night long.” He flattens his tongue and presses it into my clit, sending me over the cliff. My hips rise to extend the sensation, and he doesn’t let up.

He just presses further, licks me harder, diving his tongue in and out of my pussy until I feel like I can’t take anymore. I let go of the sheets, reaching to move his face away from me.

His palm lands onto my fleshy ass cheek with a loud slap, and in that instant I’m brought back to the ground. Back to reality. I’m not in charge here. And I’m utterly intoxicated with that idea.

“I told you, you dirty girl,” he growls. “Do you not know how to listen?” His eyes look slightly more devious than usual, his face twisted into a snarl of a grin. It’s frightening. It’s sexy in a way I’ve never experienced before.

I hurriedly put my hands back in the position, as if he might not notice.

“I want to push you further than you’ve ever gone before, Molly. I know exactly what kind of woman you are, and I know exactly what you need, but you have to be a good girl and cooperate with me.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper.

He slaps my ass again, this time a little harder, and I let out a moan. I feel so incredibly nasty knowing how much I love this sensation, this pain and humiliation.

“I knew you would like that.” He smiles. “Now, roll over for me, gorgeous.”

Tucker:

I don’t know where this is coming from, this need to control her body, to play with her mind, to completely dominate her. It’s something deep and primal, so much so that it almost makes me wonder about my past life before the accident.

Maybe it’s just her. Maybe there’s something about her wild and free spirit, her independence, that makes me want to prove to myself that I can overpower her. Take care of her. Give her what she doesn’t even know she needs. Lord knows I don’t have much else to offer. But Molly is perfect. I want to give her everything I possibly can and more. I want her to want me more than anyone before, whoever I may actually be.

Watching her there on all fours, her perfect round ass up in the air, completely submissive and waiting for my next move makes busting out of these jeans an urgent need. My cock stiffens to the point that I’m afraid I’m going to lose my zipper, fueled with lust by the taste of her delicious pussy, the sight of her dripping slit right in front of my face, my handprints on her ass.

I want every part of her to be mine, and even though this is not the way things were supposed to go today, even though I’m probably fucking up my mission in favor of doing dirty things to this woman of my dreams, I have no problem caving to my weakness.

I press my tongue back up into that delicious slit of hers, and the way she’s mewling, those sweet soft little moans are going to make me cum all over her comforter if I’m not careful. I glide my tongue up, circling her tight little pucker and she throws her head back with an exaggerated, “Oh!”

“Tucker,” she groans, her voice hoarse, “I’ve never—”

“Relax,” I say, cutting her off. “I know what you need, baby.” Her body is rigid, and it drives me wild watching her adjust to this new sensation. Soon, she’s rocking her hips into my face. I can tell by the way she’s crying out that she is ready for more, and I dart my tongue into her most intimate crevice as I stroke her thighs softly, comforting her as she trembles.

I trace some wetness from her slit, circling my finger around her tender pucker before I slowly begin inching it in.

“Oh my God,” she cries out, her legs twitching like she’s about to collapse. “Please.” It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, her back arching, head thrown back, completely succumbing to me, letting me inside her to bring out her dirtiest desires. I use my other hand to cup her puffed up mound, and she’s completely drenched, wetter than I’ve seen her yet.

“Do you like when I finger your ass, baby?” I ask.

“Please,” is all she can fathom.

“It’s ok, you’re allowed to be dirty for me. I love when you’re dirty for me. You’re so tight, sweetie. Do you want more?”

“I can’t,” she mewls. I tease her clit with my index finger, fluttering it up and down.

“Oh baby, I know you can. Please? It would make me so happy. It’s going to feel so good, I promise.” I know by now she’ll do anything I say, she’ll let me do anything I want with this gorgeous body of hers, but hearing her submit is like a drug that I need to survive. Every time she lets me push her, I get that much higher.

“Yes,” she says. As I slide another finger into her, her whole body begins to quake. I press hard into her clit, catching her orgasm in my hand.

“Cum for me,” I urge, and by the way her ass is clenching my fingers, smashing down on them like a vise-grip, I know she’s already there. “Show me how much you love it when I finger your ass.”

She’s cussing up a storm, like I unlocked something inside her that’s needed to come out. She’s quivering, screaming, drenching my hand, not at all the stern and sassy little blonde who waved a gun at me just an hour ago. It’s beautiful, her unraveling.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I whisper in her ear, my fingers still lodged deep inside her. “Ok?”

“Please,” she begs. “I want to feel you cum inside me. I need it.”

It’s not going to take me long, that’s for sure. She’s soaked and ready, and watching her get off is already enough to make me cum without even having to touch my cock. She’s perfect.

I slide my dick into her willing pussy with ease and her walls clamp down around me, milking me as I begin to thrust. I scissor my fingers inside her ass as she hangs there like a puppet, unable to control herself, and there’s not a more beautiful sight I can possibly imagine.

“I feel so full,” she groans into the pillow.

“You’re doing so good,” I assure her. “You’re such a dirty girl. You were made for this, Molly.”

“Cum in me,” she begs, and in one deep thrust, I’m lost, launching my jizz like a firehose into her perfect body. I scream her name, hug her body tight into mine, my primal need to hold her, my mouth biting into her shoulder. As much warming up as she needs, all I need is a moment inside her, her pleas for my most intimate offering, before I’m wrecked.

My perfect dirty little girl. She knows just how to play me, the same way I know how to play her. Except I don’t think this is just game. The sex is amazing, but as I’m catching my breath, sweat dripping from both of us as I hug her as tightly to me as I can fathom, I can’t help but feel like there’s something more there. Something that I have been looking for my whole life, even before I lost my mind.