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with my
fingertips. My breathing ramped up as I felt the softness of his
skin and the contrasting bristle of his beard. I wanted to feel
that all over me. I moved forward, wrapping my arm around his waist
and leaning in to kiss his neck. My tongue worked some magic and I
could feel him loosen up, relaxing in my arms.
    He took hold of my hair, tipping my head
back.
    “You're such a sweet
little bitch. Jesus... you're just too beautiful. A beautiful
man-trap.”
    A man-trap?
    But I didn't think too much further on that.
I gasped as his mouth crushed down on mine.
    It wasn't the soft and tender loving I'd
hoped for. This was harsh and hard. His tongue plundered my mouth
like he owned it. His fingers pressed into my ass, and he began
rubbing himself against me. I could feel the hardness of his
erection pressing into my hipbone. I couldn't stop it... my hand
strayed there. Down the front of his jeans. I had an obsession with
that part of him. It was stuck in my head like a heated torch. One
I wanted thrust inside me, this very moment.
    I slid my fingers around his silky smooth
shaft, rubbing my thumb across the top, feeling the slick wetness
ooze out. I was beyond excited, my chest heaving. His hand reached
beneath my top, up to my bare breast and he played with my nipple,
rolling it between his finger and thumb. He pinched it hard and I
gasped out loud.
    “Oh God, I want you.” I
groaned with the pain and pleasure that had been awoken inside
me.
    “How much,
sweetheart?”
    “A real lot.”
    “You want all of
me?”
    “Yes,” I said shamelessly.
I didn't care where he did it. Here was just perfect. Mice, rats,
dirty straw, I didn't give a damn. My need was that strong. I had a
feeling he'd be different when he made love to me. When he lost his
hard edge and was inside my body, loving me, he'd be his old self
again, the Josh I liked a great deal.
    He picked me up and I wrapped my legs round
him as he carried me to the low bales of hay to one side.
    He yanked off my boots, my stretch leathers
hit the deck and my panties were removed after a few swift tugs
down my legs.
    He stood looking at me as he got something
out of his pocket and unzipped his fly. Dropping his jeans low on
his hips. I stared at the wonderful sight before me as he ripped
the foil with his teeth and smoothed the condom on himself.
    My eyes were burning with so much desire. He
was so beautiful. I held my arms out to him, dying to get him
close, and opened my legs as he moved over my body.
    I took his hardness in my hands guiding it
toward that hot, wet, and craving place of mine that was crying out
to be filled.
    “You're so good baby. More
than good. And so deserving of my best attention,” he murmured in
my ear as he got into position.
    How I loved this urgency. This needy side to
him. I wanted to satisfy that need... to make him feel wonderful
inside. To release him from his down mood and to take him away, to
fly with me somewhere special.
    He drove into me hard and fast.
    It hurt, stinging as I accommodated his
size.
    His mouth claimed mine and his tongue
mirrored his thrusting inside me. It was hard and raw. And how I
loved it. I was sure he could do anything to me, and I'd love it.
Really love it. And want it. Pain and all.
    “How does that feel?...
Good?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear, as he thrust again
and again, moving my body with the force of his action.
    Good?
    It was beyond good. It was intense. Hard and
basic. Much wanted and so very needed.
    “Gorgeous, just like you,”
I whimpered as pleasure began to surge through every cell of my
body. I moved up to meet him, just as hard and just as needy, my
hands buried in his hair. How I loved his hair. Soft as silk and so
lovely in my hands. Our mouths met in a mind-blowing
union.
    I wanted all I could get of this man. He was
mine.
    So completely mine.
    His hands roamed and he
held my breast in his hand, roughly massaging it. “Oh God,
Josh, yes ...”
    At that moment I lost it and