Country Liquor (Sugar County Boys Book 4) Page 6

“Are there tampons in the bathroom?”

  “Watch it,” Silas snarls, making the lawyer jump a step back.

  He scowls at Silas. “Watch yourself, Mr. King. This is my job, sir.” His eyes dart between us as he slowly shakes his head. “I do hope the both of you are fully aware of the consequences of lying where this will is concerned.”

  “Listen, for the last time—”

  “No you listen,” the lawyer sputters, cutting Silas off. “If the both of you are ‘faking it’ to get this money, you should know that if you’re found out, I’ll be making it my job to see you prosecuted to the fullest extent.” He glares at me. “The both of you.”

  “I think it’s time for you to g—”

  “Felony fraud, Ms. Trace,” Mr. Chesterworth says quietly, ignoring Silas and looking right at me. “Not a slap on the wrist. A felony fraud charge.”

  I swallow thickly, withering a little under his gaze.

  “I do hope you’re aware of that before you involve yourself any further with this, Ms. Trace.”

  I nod, my mouth going dry as he turns to gather the rest of his things.

  “I’ll be seeing you both shortly. Good day.”

  He nods at me once more before he storms out of the cabin, down the front steps, and over to his shiny black sedan.

  “Prick,” Silas mutters as the lawyer drives off down the dusty road away from the cabin.

  He turns back, and slowly, a hungry smile pulls across his jaw

  “Now where were—”

  “No.”

  I shake my head. That look of his may very well light a fire inside of me, and make me want to act crazy again and lose myself in him. But Mr. Chesterworth’s words have me on edge. They have me scared.

  “No what?”

  “No, I’m not doing this anymore,” I say quickly, shaking my head. “Nope.”

  “What do you mean by this?”

  “Your scheme?”

  He frowns. “It’s not a scheme. The money is mine, I just need to—”

  “It’s yours but you need to lie? You need to fake being married to me to get it, huh?” I shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m not looking to go to jail.”

  Silas narrows his eyes at me. “You aren’t, and you won’t.”

  “You’re damn right I won’t,” I hiss, shaking my head. “This is insanity.”

  No, insanity is that you are ACTUALLY married to this man, as of last night.

  The thought blares into my head, making me catch my breath and suck my lip between my teeth. Yeah, not pretend. Not fake. I am for real married to him. Fraud nothing, he’s literally my legal husband now. This rough, wild, backwoods ruffian is my damn husband.

  …What the fuck was I thinking?

  “I have to go.”

  I turn, and I run. I don’t even know where, but I’m hoping that it’s at least in the vague direction of where I think my camp was. All I know is, I just have to get out of here. I have to get away from him. I’ll figure out this mess of a marriage thing later. Maybe I am having a life crisis of sorts, with losing my job and getting dumped and not really knowing what I’m doing.

  But what I need to do is get back to the city, get a lawyer, and get this whole marriage thing annulled or something, before I go to jail for felony fraud. I should—

  I gasp as his hands grab me, tight, gripping me and making me shriek as he lifts me up.

  “Let go of me!”

  “Nope.”

  I scream again, kicking and hitting him, but he holds harder, dragging me back to the cabin.

  “Get your sweet ass back here.”

  “Get your caveman hands off of me!”

  “Not a chance.”

  We go crashing through the door of his little cabin, and suddenly, I’m gasping as he half-tosses, half-wrestles me down onto the bed. I land on my back across his sheets, my legs up in the air with Silas right between them, his head between my thighs.

  Goddamnit.

  I go to shove him away, but when I feel it — fuck.

  Just like that, the fight goes out of me. Just like that, that fire turns to liquid, burning through me and making my skin ache for more as his tongue drags over my pussy.

  “You bastard.”

  “Next time you run,” he groans into me, pushing his tongue deep between my lips and making me squeal in pleasure.

  “Wear panties.”

  His wicked tongue drags up to my clit, swirling over the aching bud and making my hips buck off the bed. My hands, once pushing at him, now tighten in his hair, gripping him to me as I whimper and moan. He sucks my clit between his lips, he nibbles at my lips, he leaves bite marks on my inner thighs, and I go wild for all of it.

  Silas moves away, sliding up my body between my legs as he shoves his jeans down. I can feel is enormous cock twitch and pulse against my thighs, and when he moves right between them, I whimper as I feel his swollen head drag across my lips.

  Silas sits back on his heels, his hands skimming up my legs until he grabs my ankles. He pulls my legs wide apart, making me moan as he rocks his hips forward and pushes the fat head of his cock over my pussy.

  He’s had his mouth all over me, and I’ve tasted his cock. But this, we haven’t done yet. I haven’t felt him take me. But I know damn well I'm about to. I know damn well there’s nothing else in this world I want more than to feel him slide inside of me.

  “Take it in your hands,” he growls lowly, his eyes locked on mine. “Feel how fucking hard you make me.”

  I whimper, pushing my fingers over my skin, going lower until I slide them around his throbbing shaft. He’s hot to the touch, and hard as steel. And he’s slick from the precum dripping from his crown. My fingers circle that fat cock, moaning him as I stroke him, teasing the head against my opening.

  “Slide me in, baby girl. Slide that big cock inside. Let me claim what’s mine to claim.”

  “Yours, huh?” I hiss, gasping as he bumps his head over my clit. “And what makes you think—”

  “Mine,” he growls. “This is my fucking pussy now.”

  Silas rolls his muscled hips, easing the swollen head inside. I gasp, pulling on him, guiding him into me as he drives inch after inch of his big dick into my tight, slippery pussy. I whimper, my fingers stroking where we join — where my lips stretch tight around his thickness.

  “Mine to feel stretch open around my cock,” he groans, pushing into me. “My little fuck doll to fill with my cum.”

  I cry out, his filthy, coarse words lighting a fire inside of me. He pushes deeper, the both of us groaning as his big cock fills me to the brim.

  “You’ve had a man before, haven’t you?” he hisses.

  I moan, nodding.

  “But you’ve never had a man like me, baby girl.”

  “No,” I whisper heatedly, my legs shaking as he holds my ankles wide apart and pushes his cock into my slickness.

  “I can tell. Fuck I can tell by how fucking tight your perfect little cunt is.”

  He eases even more inside, and my eyes go wide, staring down to where his enormous thickness is pushing into me, glistening with my arousal. My puffy pussy lips so pink and tight around his shaft. He glides in another few inches, his shaft dragging over my clit as he goes deeper, until his balls are resting on my ass.

  I cry out, throwing my head back.

  He’s so fucking big. So filling. So fucking good. Silas draws back, his hands tight on my ankles, spreading them wide apart before he drives all the way back in, making me scream in pleasure. He groans, pulling out again before pushing back to the hilt inside, his gorgeous, big cock filling me to the brim.

  I melt for him as he starts to fuck me hard and deep, rolling his hips, his cock seamlessly pumping in and out of me. I arch my back, rocking my hips to meet his as his gorgeous cock fucks me so good, and I claw down his arms as he leans in to crush his lips to mine. He lets go of my ankles, and my legs wrap tight around his muscled hips, pulling him into me as he drives in and out, pound
ing me, claiming me, fucking me like nothing I’ve ever known.

  Silas rolls us, pulling me on top of him as his hands grab my ass tight. I cry out as he bounces me, sliding my pussy up and down every inch of him.

  “Fuck that big cock, baby. Ride that big dick and fucking bounce on it. Fuck, just like that. Feel me fuck you deeper than any other man. Feel me fill you up like you ain’t never been filled before.”

  He slides a hand around my ass and teases a finger lower, and when I feel it glide over my asshole, I gasp.

  I’ve never done that before.

  It’s new, and something so dirty, and I want to tell him no, but when he swirls that big finger around my ring, I cry out as the forbidden pleasure explodes through me. His finger pushes against my tight asshole as he fucks me, and slowly, ever so slowly, I can feel myself opening up for him. I groan, panting and clawing at him as his finger sinks into to my ass, making me feel even more filled up than I already did.

  This is so fucking dirty. So wrong. But then, he’s my husband, after all. My actual husband.

  The thought sears through me, striking me like lighting, and suddenly, I know I’m going to explode.

  “Come for me, baby girl,” he growls into my ear, fucking his fat cock in and out of my dripping wet pussy as my ass spasms and tightens around his wicked finger.

  “I want that sweet fucking cream all over my cock. I want your honey flooding my damn balls. Gimme that sugar baby. Make that pussy come for me.”

  He grabs my hair and yanks hard enough for me to gasp as he sinks his teeth into my neck.

  And I lose it.

  My pussy clenches so damn tight around his cock, the orgasm thundering through me as my whole world melts around me. My ass squeezes his finger as I come over and over, the intensity almost too much. Silas cries out, his hot cum pumping into me as he rolls us again, his cock sinking into me over and over, filling me again and again until I can feel his hot sticky cum trickling out from where we join.

  He growls, pulling out of me and wrapping his hand around his slick, glistening cock. He strokes, and three more spurts land in white streaks across my tummy and pussy, making me feel so dirty and so shameless in this insanely hot way.

  His cum trickles from me as he crushes his lips to mine, kissing me fiercely. And I lose myself in that kiss. I sink into him, hands on his chest and my breath caught with his as he wraps me in his big, powerful, protective arms.

  “This isn’t just about the money.”

  He growls it quietly.

  “I mean, taking you here. It wasn’t just because I needed you.” His eyes burn into mine. “It’s because I wanted you.”

  I gasp as his mouth finds mine, searing to my lips, taking my breath away with his fiery kiss. His hands slide over my skin, pulling me against him by the hips, letting me feel how damn hard he still is.

  And damn is it like touching a match to gasoline. Because instantly, I just want more.

  I pull my lips from his, kissing my way down his strong jaw to his neck. He growls, his hands gripping my ass tight before I pull away, kissing lower and lower down his hard, muscled, tattooed body.

  “Fuck, Winona,” he groans as my lips trail over his abs, my hand finding his throbbing, slick cock, my fingers circling it. My mouth slides over his glistening, swollen head, and I moan at the taste of him and me together.

  Sweet and manly. Fuck we taste good.

  My lips slide down over his shaft, and when he hisses and slides his fingers into my hair, tugging it into a fist, I whimper. My pussy throbs between my legs, the fire still burning hot inside of me as I slurp on his fat cock.

  “Careful,” Silas growls.

  “Of what?” I whisper, pulling away from his shaft and looking into his eyes. A strand of spit hangs between my bottom lip and his cock, and when I lick it up with my tongue, he groans, his jaw tightening as the fire blazes behind his eyes.

  “You keep doing that and I’m going to take you all over again.”

  “Good.”

  I drop my mouth back to his thick head, sucking him between my lips, and he hisses.

  “And I’m not gonna stop until I have all of you,” he groans.

  I whimper around him, knowing that’s exactly what I want, as wrong and as filthy as it is. I want him have it all — to take everything he wants.

  …Because I want it too.

  His hand wraps in my hair, groaning as I swallow his cock before he slowly pulls me away from him, gasping.

  “You wanna be a bad girl?” he hisses, pulling my mouth to his and kissing me roughly. I whimper into the kiss, my skin on fire for him.

  “You wanna be my bad girl?”

  He moves, pushing me down onto the bed on my knees, and sliding behind me. I whimper as he grabs my hips, pulling my ass up in the air as his hands slide over my skin.

  “Spread your legs, bad girl,” he growls. “Spread your legs and show me what’s mine.”

  Chapter 10

  Silas

  The fire roars inside of me as I slide my hands over that sweet, soft, curvy little ass. My fingers grip her tight, sinking into her skin as I crouch down behind her. Fuck, the sight of her pretty little pussy nestled between her thighs with that tight, puckered little asshole winking at me so temptingly is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  I move in, pulling her wide open for me as I drag my tongue right over her ass. Winona cries out in pleasure, shuddering as she moans and pushes back towards me. I grin to myself. She’s got a dirty side to her — a wild streak that I’m going to claim.

  My tongue swirls at her tight little ring, and she squeals in pleasure, her hands gripping my sheets tightly in her fists. I slide my hand up between her thighs, stroking her dripping wet slit with a thick finger as I teasingly probe her ass with my tongue. My other hand drops back to my cock — achingly hard and pulsing between my thighs. Fuck, I’m harder than I’ve ever been — my balls so fucking swollen with my cum that I know one stroke too much and I’ll waste it all across my sheets.

  And that’s not going to happen, because every drop is for her. Always, and forever. From now on, every single sticky white drop of my seed belongs to her and her only.

  I groan into her, pushing the tip of my tongue against her tight little hole and easing it in. Winona cries out louder and louder, panting heavily as I work her clit with my thumb and start to fuck her ass with my tongue. She wriggles against me, her skin hot to the touch as she wantonly pushes back, like she wants more but is still too much of a good girl to tell me.

  Guess I’ll just have to give it to her.

  I tongue her harder, and deeper, my tongue sliding in and out of her and swirling around that little ring as she goes to pieces for me. Winona screams in pleasure, moaning my name as her pussy leaks its sweet honey all over my hand. I squeeze my cock, groaning into her as the beast inside of me thunders to break free.

  I can’t hold back any longer.

  I pull away, my pulse racing as I kneel behind her. My cock is slick and dripping with my precum, the head all fat and swollen as I move into her. I ease it against her puckered little hole, and she shivers, turning to look at me with fierce, hungry eyes.

  “This is mine to claim,” I growl quietly. “Mine and no other man’s. Mine to fuck for the first time, mine to feel slide so tightly around my cock. Mine to fill with my cum.”

  “Yours,” she pants, our eyes locked and her cheeks flushed. “I’ve never…”

  “I know,” I groan. “But now, it’s mine.”

  I push against her, her ass so fucking impossibly tight and unyielding against my swollen head. But I keep adding pressure, and when I reach under her to play with her throbbing clit, she cries out, and I can feel her slowly opening. My head eases inside, stretching her tight fucking ass until slowly, it pops inside, and she hisses in pleasure.

  “Oh fuck that’s so big.”

  “I’m not gonna hurt you, baby girl,” I growl. “Just open that ass up for me. Let me claim this tight
little hole. Let me show you how a real man can fuck you like a dirty girl until you come for me. Let me pump my cum deep in this ass while you beg me for more.”

  I push in, sliding deeper into her as she cries out in pleasure. I pant for a breath of air, my muscles tensed and my cock hard as a steel bar as I slowly pry that tight little ass open. It inches in, slowly but surely filling her with every fucking millimeter of my thickness. Winona squeals and moans, twisting the sheets into her fists as she screams into them. I growl like a beast, crouched over her and slowly feeding every inch of my cock deep into her ass.

  Filling her.

  Dominating her.

  Claiming her.

  And I don’t stop until I can feel my heavy balls pressed against her pussy lips.

  “And now, baby girl,” I growl into her ear, nipping at the lobe and feeling her asshole clench tight and squeeze around the base of my cock.

  “Now I’m gonna make this ass mine.”

  I slowly ease back, loving the way she whimpers like she misses my cock in her, until just the head is inside — my crown caught in her tight ring. With a groan, I push back in, and slowly, I fill her right back up again.

  And then I start to fuck her.

  I pull back and then drive in, making her ass shake as my hips crash into her. Winona screams in pleasure, arching her back and pushing back to swallow me up with every thrust. The sweet, hot, forbidden pleasure of her ass squeezing me so fucking tightly and rippling up and down my shaft like she’s milking the cum from my balls drives me wild, and it takes everything I have to hold on to my sanity.

  I fuck her faster, driving into her and making her moan as my balls slap her pussy. My hand is still on her clit, my fingers rolling it in slow circles as I fuck her harder, and deeper, burying every inch in that hot, clenching, sexy little ass of hers until I know there’s no going back.

  My hand grabs her ass tight, every muscle in my body roaring for more as I pull her open for me, my cock sheathing inside of her again and again. Her sticky juices run freely down my fingers, fucking dripping onto my sheets as she thrusts back and screams for more.

  We’re both close, and we’re both going to fucking explode soon.