Chapter Seven

Siren

Rugged Mountain is gorgeous this time of year. The leaves are turning bright red and yellow and there's a crispness in the air that makes everything feel fresh. On the wind there's the scent of fresh apples and pumpkin, and the farmers are just starting to pull in their harvest.

That said, I have the best view in town.

Perry tugs off the t-shirt he's wearing and stands before me. Leaves fall in the background, but my eyes are on his body. His chest is hard, and hair covers his pecs down toward his belly button.

I run my fingers through the curls and tug into it gently.

He leans in and growls low in my ear as though he's desperate to claim me for his own… and I'm ready.

My fingers slide down his stomach and onto his jeans, where I unbuckle his belt and tug everything to the ground, allowing my feet to take over where my hands don't reach.

His cock is hard, and I never expected to ever see one so big. Porn dicks, sure. Real life dicks, no.

Perry's cock greets me with a bobbing throb and a pulsing purple vein that fades as it twists down toward his balls.

I reach out and stroke it in my hand, acting like I know how to handle such a monster, though we both know I don't. "There's no way this thing is fitting."

"You really know how to get my ego going, so thank you."

He kisses my neck and leans me back. "You keep your eyes on me and tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?"

I nod and he tugs my hips to the edge of the truck seat and angles his hard cock at the entrance to my pussy.

Heat rushes through me as my legs fall open. How have I known this man for such a short time, but it's like I've known him forever? It's like I've had a thousand lives with him and he knows what I need, what I want, how I should be touched.

His cock squeezes inside and his rough hand plants against my ass.

There's a neediness deep inside of me that I can't control. A twinge of nerves rumbles my stomach, and though I'm trying to relax, I don't think I am.

Perry folds his hand into mine. "You're okay. Just breathe."

I let out a breath, and he pushes in deeper, groaning as he moves.

There's no way to know how deep he actually is, but there's a burning that I can't ignore. My eyes close and I suck in a few breaths.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I squeak, reaching out to grip the edges of the seat. "Don't hold out on me. Fuck me like you mean it!"

He slides his hips back and forth, pushing into me as I scream. I can't tell if I'm screaming because it feels good or because it hurts. Right now, I think there's a little of both happening.

Perry tightens my hips to his. "You're being a good girl, taking all that cock." His tone is wild and rough, and every bit of it sends my pussy into overdrive. I never imagined something so raw and masculine would do it for me like this, but it is. His jaw is tight, and he thrusts harder, scrubbing my clit with his index finger as he moves.

I raise my hips and wrap around his waist, and he fills me up more, poking into the back of a place I can't name. All I know is it feels so good.

Slamming into me over and over, he groans with a desperate sigh in his throat. A bead of sweat gathers on his forehead and slides down his massive body as he works.

"Come on my cock like a good girl," he growls. "I want to feel your come."

The pain has stopped and all that's left is the pleasure of his cock spreading my walls, filling me up. I've never felt so good in my life. I don't want it to end.

Pressure builds at the base of my neck and my eyes close.

"Eyes on me," he growls. "I need to see the look on your face when you come."

I'm panting, he's thrusting, and for some reason my eyes want to close. They need to close. My body tenses and a river of heat rushes through me until I'm screaming out for all of Rugged Mountain to hear.

"Good fuckin' girl."

My body is tight and trembling, convulsing against his dick. He grips my tits and pinches my nipples as I ride the wave over the edge and into the abyss. There's no coming back from this. I'm his. He's mine. We're one.

He grips my hips tighter and pulls me close to his frame.

"Don't pull out," I say. "I want your come inside of me."

He hesitates. "Don't say things you don't mean."

"Fill me up! I need to have it!" I'm whining out for him, desperate for his hot come.

He grips me tighter and thrusts against me with a growl low in his throat until all at once he bursts and the release sends a wave over his body. His head hangs back, his shoulders roll forward, his chest relaxes, his hands loosen their grip, and his breathing returns to normal.

He reaches up and pulls me against his chest. "You felt so fucking good."

I rub his strong back and hold him close, dragging in his natural musk and the pine behind us. "Yeah, that was incredible."

"Next time we find a bed, though. None of this side of the road shit."

"Umm… no. I like the side of the road shit. Beds are boring."

He laughs and pets my hair down, smoothing the strands that were disrupted a moment before. "You ready to finally get some dinner?"

I smile and close my eyes, breathing him in. I never thought I'd be the girl to fall in love with a dominant man, but I didn't know what I wanted. Lucky for me, my friend Dot had me pegged.

Love is about a lot of things and most of it has to do with letting down your guard and allowing someone into your world, even if they are a little rough around the edges.