“You weren’t exactly innocent, given you were hard.” I try to distract from my own situation as he palms my ass and squeezes my right cheek, surveying his handiwork.
“Yeah, sweetheart, because the idea of waking up to you using me like your own personal ride does something for me. It doesn't change the fact you were just as guilty as I was starting out.”
“Whatever you have to believe to live with yourself,” I snipe in return. Although he’s right. I wasn’t exactly innocent, not at the beginning.
“Oh, trust me… I’m living with myself just fine right now.” I hear him unbuckle his belt.
“Levi—” I start to protest, but he stops me mid-sentence with a caress of his hand on my hip and over my thigh before I feel him lean down, bracing me wide for him with his hands.
He teases me with the tip of his tongue, giving me a taunting lick that makes me ache for him, and another that elicits a soft cry I can’t suppress. He uses the gentlest pressure, the kind that makes the need for him coil inside of me. He repeats the measure twice more, letting me plead to the point of begging before he ends with a kiss that feels somewhere between a promise and torture. There’s a soft groan mixed with approval and regret as he stands again.
“You taste so fucking sweet, darlin’. I could spend all afternoon here on my knees. But don’t worry. I won’t actually let anyone see you. Not really. Too jealous myself for that.” I hearthe snap of his belt as he pulls it free, anticipation welling up inside of me.
It sinks in that he’s about to fuck me in broad daylight in a barn. While I’m tied down. My cheeks burn hotter, but it sets every sense in my body tingling with expectation. I’m not even thinking when I arch my back to give him a better angle.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs like he’s in awe before he grabs my hips and lines himself up, nudging my entrance. “You know exactly how you like it, don’t you?” he mutters, just as he sinks himself inside me. I let out a muted curse and bite down on my lower lip. “Oh fuck. Practically strangling my cock. Is that your revenge, sweetheart? For me taking you like this? That’s gonna backfire.”
He starts to fuck me slowly at first, gently teasing me as he increases his pace. He’s still careful with me, mindful of making sure I know this whole thing would be over if I wanted it to be. His words are less gentle, and he gives me a taste of what it must feel like to be someone untethered from the mores of the convent.
“Fuck. You think they hear that? How wet you are for me? Echoes off these walls so fucking loudly, and they’re all gonna know how much you like taking my cock,” he whispers conspiratorially.
He’s right. It’s painfully loud, and there’s no mistaking the sound, especially not when he shifts his angle and it elicits a moan I can’t stifle. I’m so fired up from our argument and the way he manhandled me into this position, it won’t take much to make me come.
“Levi, please.”
“Please what?”
“More. Just more.” I practically beg him.
He does as I ask, lost in his own rhythm and thoughts. Focused and careful to keep it perfect for me. But I need his words.
“Talk to me,” I plead.
“I don’t know if I can talk when it’s this fucking good, Zeph. You spread out like this, choking my cock with this tight fucking pussy. This pretty little sundress all bunched up your back. Fuck…” He groans.
He smooths his palm over my ass. His hands dig into my hips, and he lifts me just a couple of inches until I’m practically on my tiptoes. The new angle is perfect, and he slips a hand between my legs to massage my clit.
I need it so badly. I’m aching for him. So desperate to come that I rock my hips back and forth with what little slack I have from the rope to counter his movements.
“Such a wicked little thing. You’re gonna have to get on your knees tonight. Can you imagine if the other nuns could see you right now?” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“They’d be too jealous to bother with judge…” I say, or at least I try. The last word fades into a whimper because I’m dreadfully close to coming as he takes me deeper, and his fingers circle tighter around my clit.
“That’s right, come for me. I want to hear you,” he demands. So I let myself brave it out, moaning and muttering a soft curse as I start to crash over the edge. Right as something clatters on the other side of the barn. It jolts me out of my thoughts, so incredibly close to coming that I could cry.
“Shit!” A soft female voice echoes off the barn wall. It’s Millie I hear cursing.
Levi lets out a dark chuckle. “Got exactly what you wanted.”
“What you wanted,” I argue, glancing in the direction of the noise.
“We both wanted,” he murmurs. “Focus. I want this little cunt quivering around my cock. I want her to hear the way you sound when you come like this, all spread out and desperate, begging for more. Exactly the way we like it.” He repeats theweagain with emphasis.
He wants me. Claims me. With more than just his body, and for anyone who needs to know—for their benefit and mine.
“Fuck!” He cries out. “I didn’t think to ask. Tell me you’re on something.” His voice is pained, and he stops himself. We were both so eager we didn’t think.
“Yes.” I had an IUD placed without Corey’s knowledge before I married him. Another act of defiance, and one that pays dividends even now.
