A man can’t come when a beautiful woman like her has a need. And I planned to fulfillallher needs. I needed to show her how an Ozark man did this. Not some fancy-suited lawyer she might have met after a night of Appletinis at a tapas bar in New York.
Tonight Shelby Mitchel was going to see what it was like to have arealcock inside her.
My first thrust was so hard the door shook on its hinges.
When she didn’t complain, I thrust again. Then again.
Slow and powerful. No rush. Showing her who was in charge.
“How do you like fucking a garbage man, Shelby Mitchel? Does it make your silk panties damp? Did you think of me late at night? Fingers drifting down to touch yourself?”
I dropped my hand down to the front of her hips, hunting for her clit as my thrusts grew stronger.
The door rattled with each push of my cock, her breasts pressed against it. How I wanted to turn her around and suckle them in my mouth, make love to her. But a woman like this didn’t want a man like me to make love to her. She wanted me to fuck her hard.
So that’s what I was going to give her.
She moaned again, quietly, as I felt her pussy melt. She was dripping on my cock, and I rubbed her harder now, faster.
Shelby was still in control, keeping her voice down for the neighbors. I could tell she was nervous we’d be caught.
And hell, I should have been, too. But I wasn’t. I wanted the world to see us. To know that I’d claimed her. That she was mine and no one else’s, at least for this minute.
The door shook on its hinges as I lost control now, more frenzied, less constrained. I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. She needed to come soon. I couldn’t come before her. Not a woman like her. Shehadto go first.
Her clit was so slick now that the tips of my fingers slid along it almost frictionless. Faster, faster, faster.
Shelby’s hips were trembling, and she stood on her tippy-toes. Her moans had turned into groans, and I had to shush her. She’d forgotten about the neighbors at this point.
“Come for me now, Shelby. Come for the trash man.”
And then she did. She cried out, her whole body shivering with need as her pussy tightened on me like a vise. I felt her flutter around my cock, as though her gorgeous cunt was trying to suck the come right out of me.
A flash of slow light crossed the neighborhood as a car turned onto her street. But even that couldn’t get me to stop.
Shelby’s porch light was off, and I could only hope that her porch was dim enough that whoever was driving hadn’t seen us. Or if they had, that they’d liked what they saw.
My heart was galloping in my chest, the door shaking even harder on its hinges as I fucked her as hard as I could.
As the car passed by her house, I couldn’t hold back any longer, my hips hungrily thrusting as I took her and took her and took her again.
Then I groaned out, completely out of control as I released deep inside her.
Despite the cool fall air, I was slicked wet with sweat.
My knees went weak, and my heart stammered in my chest.
I clung to her, breathing hard.
What the hell just happened?
I’d exchanged less than a hundred words with this woman, and we’d just come together in a spectacular show of fireworks.
Now all I felt was regret for being so rough with her, and concern that I might have hurt her.
“Are you all right?” I asked as I panted to catch my breath, my arms still laced tightly around her.
“I’m more than all right. I’m just afraid of what the neighbors might think if any of them catch us at it. Let’s go inside.”
