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| has to be always worked for daisy duke, right? cardigan off - damn, that's cold - sleeves tied around her waist, embracing her hips she wants to play, fine he couldn't have known she was coming wait, what the hell - bra, too he stops the car, turns to her, reaches under the seat to pull out the knife he bought just last week - bought for her fucking car it's her, and his heart thuds and he knows and he doesn't care damn the cold fall weather, she thought, and notes with annoyance that her jeans and tank top are wet - her cardigan sweater no real help against the rain " she did in the rain she keeps glancing, but falls silent out of uncertainty and a little fear almost drives past the small car on the shoulder - no one inside a shape, ahead " bodies entangle in the rain and the mud and the gravel and the grass as they pound into each other, rocks and surf he takes more, wants more she yields, still scared, a little, but certain now of his identity she caresses his cock inside her, velvet around him, holding him tight inside her, his hands move from holding her arms down, into her hair and over her body he caresses, strokes, still urgent, greedy, but gentler hands run under her hips, picking her up, arms around her, over her her fingers run up his back, nails raking legs winding around his fire in the belly of the dragon, she thinks, and feels him fucking her hard battering her clit with brute force hot and hard and rhythmic and the ascent steepens with his kiss she comes shit he takes her breasts, one at time, in his mouth biting, sucking, licking, holding tight, tighter, squeezing breasts and hips under his hands holding her down the tattoo is there it's gotta be " "yours, yes or killed curling, wet, in the rain he turns, hard right into night, a forest-for-the-trees place, little road invisible god dark the animal leaps in his belly and he growls deep in his throat and ravishes he holds her down with one hand, fumbles with the other "get out he stops the car next to her of interest the point is sharp, and he runs it lightly across her neck, down her chest between breasts says nothing "liar he prowls through the curves with the top up, swearing against the rain and wishing he could see clothes, shredded and does nipples small, taut with cold " too scared to speak, she stares at him, confusion playing across her features she's shaved, completely it's her she hasn't figured out it's him, yet, he's certain she sees his eyes he moves closer, shoves her roughly to the ground something he drives, says nothing she must have decided to come visit, and run out of gas one leg, long slow ripping cut down hip and thigh and knee and ankle other side, same thing, she's too scared to say a word green eyes grateful, red lips smiling, "thanks what if i'm wrong? what if i'm right? she's wet inside and out, despite herself but he doesn't speak if he'd say something she'd be sure, she knows his voice, but he's silent " she's numb with cold and fear and confusion and no small arousal - she doesn't argue he grabs the shirt, shoves his knife-hand beneath it and cuts, long down the front rips with both hands oh cash, keys, ID in front pocket - lock the purse in the trunk "umm, you can just drop me at the nearest mechanic-ish place", she says thank god, at least, for waterproof mascara " she's silent, hot and angry and scared all at once and staring she does little slut, he thinks her heart hammers, pulse races, i'm going to be raped he slides the knife under the waist and pulls back toward him, hard, slicing ohhh, shit, she's thinking if you're gonna get a ride, get one quick hmmmmm or maybe not white skin with red satin panties still intact, he wants "don't move let's play he says nothing could be it looks like one he wants she gasps, bites her lip, whimpers with pain and arousal and fear and pleasure he leans into her, fucking hard and fast and bites her nipples, her shoulders, her neck, her lips kisses her hard lips against lips against tongues against teeth biting, sucking, , clashing, swirling cyclone chasing thunderstorms it's him, oh god, it really is him, and she moves with him, moans into his mouth "ohhhh, it's you the is-he or isn't-he debate raging, unsure, not sure enough either way to risk disobedience, half-wondering am i gonna be murdered by a dead ringer for the man i love who just happens to drive an identical car? how weird is that? his voice isn't right or neither slut she looks like the one he's wanted couldn't be the wrapped cardigan and braless tight, wet shirt doesn't escape his notice rain falling on tank top, wet hair streaming on shoulders it's red the animal inside roars in his head, surges forward, and he slices red satin roughly ripping, she whimpers oh, it's her waves and waves of heat in the cold rain she moans, whimpers his name he stiffens, surges, comes hard inside her, bathing her in his heat calls her to him binding her bonding want, need, lust, love he possesses her she belongs to him, now, forever "mine", he growls breasts white skin pink rosebud nipples wet streaming little thin red mark i put it there, he thinks, looking at the knifepoint and back at her skin and hardens further oh it's either him and we're playing, or it's not and we're not, or it is him, but he's not playing, and ohhhh shit she cries out from shock and a little pain as he rolls her to her back, moving up, shoving one knee between her legs walks around to her passenger side, opens the door Thing died "no, I didn't", she says tucking the tank top in a little tighter - gotta see the goods- she walks he pushes her thighs farther apart with one hand and shoves into her roughly ohhhh, godddd she looks like one he wants fear in her eyes - hot, blinding for a second jeans, or take the nipples first? jeans still "you're mine, now, mine "you know you wanted this " he smiles recognition nah, not possible, she thinks it's raining and damn, no lights he waits a second, deciding you took off your sweater because you were hot? i don't think so oh, holy cats it's him curvy one he feels them on his tongue in his head, and decides mmmm " she moans, softly enfolds him as they become each other's as they already were as they were meant to be he stares at her it doesn't take long take ravage possess how to get a ride? okay, not so hard words flood his brain fuck take own mine mine mine he's hard as a rock he's dressed, mostly and ice cold glaring at her searching eyes he pulls them away from her, discards them in the gravel and mud and holds her down he fucks her relentlessly, pounding, ripping into her hard and fast, greedy, she's hot and wet and tight and pulsing he likes it he holds the knife to her throat but, maybe she gets in and wonders at coincidence and looks at him closer "so, hi," she says she thinks, but she's not totally sure, and that's all the more nerve-wracking she just doesn't know it yet imploding around his cock he knows me, he knows he blinks, backs away, gets out of the car its hard and cold and calculating, not soft and husky and warm and sexy and funny like his or both |
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