my pussy go wild. I grind my wet slit against his hard bulge and shiver at the pressure. Goliath’s big hands control my position, tugging me back upright, where he sucks at my tongue. I moan into his mouth and grip his softer-than-I-expect hair. His left hand holds my hip while his right one grips his dick angrily. I don’t know why he’s so rough with the poor thing. No reason to punish it for wanting my lucky charms. Yet even from the corner of my eye, I see how he manhandles his meat.
“You want this,” he demands in his bear voice.
“For so long,” I babble as his thick cock slides against my wet pussy. “I want you.”
Goliath doesn’t shove himself inside me, only giving me a small taste of his dick. His gray eyes watch me like a wary animal offered food by a sketchy human. I’m a threat, even though he could hurt me without even trying.
I press my lips to his, needing another taste before his hesitation kills my buzzed horniness.
“Shelby,” he says when my lips leave his.
I don’t say his name in response since I don’t know if he wants his club name or his legal one. Trying to keep things sexy rather than confusing, I just mumble, “Yeah, baby?”
His face doesn’t reveal a damn thing except for his eyes. They warm, and he finally offers me another inch of his mini-goliath.
Kissing him again, I groan approvingly. His arms wrap around me, making clear how there’s no escape from this ride.
Once my body has taken as much cock as it can fit, I inhale deeply and roll my hips faster.
And that’s how at the age of twenty-seven, I finally lost my virginity to a giant man in the woods.
THE GOLIATH
I never thought I’d see the day when Shelby Campbell was naked in my bed. I only sent the test results because I thought she was full of shit about fucking me. She claimed she feared a disease. I called her bluff. Well, fuck, if she didn’t call mine right back.
Then she ran away. Then she got naked. Then she was shaking like a fucking leaf. I don’t get Shelby Campbell, and I don’t know if I ever will.
But she’s hotter than I imagined in my many dirty fantasies about this woman. When she kisses me, she releases a storm of emotions. I have no doubt she wants me right this second. There’s no con there. She’s too wild and unruly to be faking a fucking thing.
Shelby doesn’t want to be on her back under me. Not surprised to learn she’s a control freak. I still lean her forward until she’s spread out on the ridiculous blanket I was gifted by the Reapers days after I returned to Shasta. Apparently, one of Cooper Johansson’s daughters has an obsessive need to create the grandma blankets. Since he’s the head honcho in Ellsberg, I need to have this red-and-blue patriotic fucking quilt in my home. I guess I could toss it out, but what if they check up on that shit? I’m not getting killed over a damn blanket.
The quilt sure looks better with Shelby’s sweaty body on top of it. Her thick, brown hair is spread out everywhere. Her thighs shine with our juices. The skin on her perfect round tits is pink from my kisses. Her bright brown eyes watch me lazily. Still stoned, she tries to wiggle free when I crawl over her.
“I’m not done,” I say as she presses her hands against my wide chest. “You’re not either. Simmer down.”
“Say something nice about me.”
I hold her gaze, realizing she’s sober—and stubborn—enough to put the brakes on our fun. Not knowing if she’ll ever end up back in my bed, I relent to her demand.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Now relax your thighs,” I say as the palm of my hand cups her pussy. “You know you want to.”
As Shelby’s gaze gets soft, she reaches up to run her hands down my arms. “Naked never looked better than on you.”
Her words do something to me. They get my back up, leaving me on the spot and unsure how to respond.
Instead of talking, I kiss her plump lips. Soft at first. Then I can’t help biting at the fatter lower one. She tastes so fucking good. I feel the way I did on my first day out of prison, desperate for the pleasure that only a woman’s touch can give.