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CADENCE

I lock the front door and march as best I can to the back room. The door has been open a crack since I left, and Daryl’s grin suggests he’s enjoyed watching me squirm for the last twenty-nine minutes it took to convince Mr. James to get the hell out without my using those exact words or worse.

Sitting was impossibly arousing. As was standing. And walking. All of which were mortifying to do in front of an unwitting old man with an all-to-inconvenient new obsession with worm farming.

“Doing okay there, Beautiful?” Daryl asks. He imitates the wiggly way I’m walking and adds some hand jives and hula hips by the time he meets me halfway. “Looks like you’re practicing for that barn dance you said you didn’t want to go to.”

I smack him in the chest, grab his hand, drag him to the back room, where I commence my attack on his belt buckle. “Daryl Winters, if you don’t fuck me within the next five seconds, I’m going to have this orgasm without you.” His belt refuses to open fast enough, and I growl in frustration.

He chuckles and shoos my hands away. “I’ve got this, Sassy Pants,” he assures me as he toes off his boots at the same time. “Why don’t you strip your own sexy ass. I want to see how ready you are for me.”

Only too eager for his attention, I throw my blouse to the floor, spin my skirt zipper around to the front, and yank it down. It clogs with fabric, and I almost scream. “ Daryl ,” I whine, helplessly needy and trapped.

He starts to laugh but stops abruptly when I glare at him. “Sorry, Babe.” He kneels in front of me to assess the situation, and then he calmly backtracks the zipper before sliding my skirt down my legs. With his massive dick hanging out of his fly at a rather assertive and confronting angle. It’s thick and veiny as fuck, and I’m a little anxious it won’t fit.

A squeak escapes me, but Daryl doesn’t notice. He’s too busy staring.

Without warning, he buries his face in my curls with a moan. He inhales deeply, slides his hands up my calves, and pulls the backs of my knees toward him. They instantly give way, and he expertly controls my descent as I crumple.

I’m laid out on the storeroom’s hardwood floor, and I yelp as my bare back connects to the cool surface, but I forget all about complaining when Daryl thrusts my knees up, pins my legs open, and laps at my soaked upper thighs. I swear under my breath and tilt my hips, to open for him. He moans again and slurps at my clit until I’m kicking him, begging him for release.

He pulls back, his eyes wild and nearly black with desire. His gaze shifts between my face and my ass, and then he looks to the ceiling and prays for strength. He jumps to his feet, shucks his open jeans over his ass, shoves them down to the floor, and steps out of them.

It’s my turn to stare. The man is pure muscle and cock. And I want his bulk on top of me right now.

He sinks to his knees slowly, his full focus on my face. His expression is serious, and his gaze is warm and full of love. “You are so fucking beautiful, I’m almost scared my heart’s going to give out from the sight of you.” He holds a hand to his chest. “It’s beating so hard,” he whispers, sounding as nervous as I feel. He slowly crawls forward until his face is over mine. “Please pray I don’t die before I experience this heaven.”

“If there is a god, then he wouldn’t dare take you,” I whisper back. “He’d know that I need you.”

Daryl guides my leg around his hip and strokes me between my legs. “Oh, there’s a god,” he says with certainty as he runs the thick head of his cock along my slick crease and notches it at my entrance. “You’re living proof of that, Cadence Malone.”

He surges his hips forward, and I whimper as my flesh parts for him with the most incredible stretch. This moment is better than I had imagined — mostly, because Daryl knows his shit when it comes to my pleasure, and he’s also loving and sweet as fuck. His eyes remain glued to mine, mindful and questioning. Okay? they seem to ask, and I nod. He smiles and eases back, before he forges deeper, filling me all the way.

It’s glorious .

He bumps against my clit, and a shock of pleasure ripples through my core, squeezing at his cock in a preview of what’s to come — because holy shit — this feels better than I ever could have imagined. Both of my holes feel full and riddled with sensation, and I’m hit with another quiver almost every time we move together.

Daryl rumbles in approval, and his cock strains inside me “ Mmm . That’s my good fucking girl.” He thrusts into me, again and again, making me dizzy with kisses and the praise falling from his lips.

He rolls with me, until I’m on top, then he grabs my ass and grinds me into him until my pussy cinches so tight, it’s tugging at his cock like we’re attached. He swears, tenses up, grips my hips even harder, and pins me in place, despite my every intention to keep moving.

I can feel my orgasm right there , and I want it. I buck and buck at him, until he locks me down with all his might, preventing me from making any movement at all, let alone a pelvis thrust.

“Cady, I need a sec to calm my shit,” he says in a rush through his teeth.

Confused, I stop chasing my pleasure and take a moment to really look at him. His eyes are squeezed closed; his jaw is clench tight… Is he holding his breath? “Are you okay?” I ask running my fingers through his hair.

He shivers and groans and slowly eases his grip on me. “Just dangerously close to busting my nut way too soon,” he confesses. “You’re a wild one, and I fucking love it way too much.” He flutters his eyes open and meets my gaze. “Good to go now.” He slaps my ass, and I give a soft cry as I clamp around his cock and the plug in my butt. “Push yourself up while you ride me like a cowgirl,” he says with a grin. “Let me see you in all your fucking glory.”

Eager to take the new position for a test drive, I do as I’m told, and I’m rewarded by a look on Daryl’s face that says a thousand words — every one of them being about how fucking beautiful I am and how turned on he is by me. Warmth fills my face, and I rock my hips, finding my new rhythm.

It’s good. Fuck it’s good. There’s something pleasurable for every part of me. My clit’s happy, my pussy’s full of cock for the first time in my life, and when I rock my hips a certain way, it nudges my brand new, glittering ass plug and sends little shockwaves of delight through my whole system — which of course means I want to do it all the fucking time.

I sit tall, throw my head back, and fuck at his cock until I’m so wet it sounds obscene. “ Fuck .”

“Damn straight, you fucking goddess .” He eyeballs my bouncing tits like a starving monster ready to pounce on its next meal.

He clenches his abs, and his cock jerks inside me as he sits up. He guides my legs to go right around his waist, grabs my ass, and tugs my lower half as close as two people can get. Then he lunges for my nearest breast. He takes my nipple in his mouth and suckles gently a moment, before intensifying his suction to the point of almost pain.

Pleasure rockets through me, and I buck at him hard and fast, needing everything he has, to soothe the overwhelming need inside me. I fist his hair and dig my nails into his back and thrust for all I’m worth. Daryl grunts and moans into my breast, and I writhe in his arms, as his enjoyment hums and vibrates right through me.

The second he reaches around and pushes at the diamanté base of my butt plug, I’m gone. It may as well be a fucking detonation button, because it sets off a chain reaction of jolting explosions, each more pleasurable than the last, until I come back into awareness, lying limp and trembling on Daryl’s chest, in a puddle of our combined making.

He clutches me to him, one hand gripping my hair, as he murmurs praise after profanity after prayer. I smile into his sweat-salted skin and flick my tongue at his nipple piercing. He shivers, and his waning erection reconsiders its potential. It stirs inside me, showing signs of life, and I roll my hips and moan at the warm, wet sensation that has everything soaked. I’m not sure when the plug slipped from my ass, but it’s gone, and it has added to the more free and spacious dynamic down there. I feel perfectly broken-in and easy — the exact opposite of my father’s good-girl, a buttoned-up librarian or an overly responsible caretaker.

“I didn’t know it would feel this slippery,” I say, unable to keep still when it feels so deliciously naughty between my legs. “It feels like a lot of cum. Is it a lot?”

His belly quakes beneath me. “It does feel like a lot,” he agrees and then swears. “You squirted like a champ when you came, so that accounts for some of the mess, but I was totally fantasizing about knocking you up when I shot my load deep inside you, and I honestly think it made me spurt a bit extra. It felt extra.” He chuckles again and strokes my hair. “Sorry, if that’s TMI — that I get excited by the thought of breeding you. And that my imagination is so graphic, when I’m doing it, that it could manifest as a double dose of semen. If that’s a thing…” He moans, and his cock strains inside me. “You’ve chosen your method of birth control, right?”

The idea of Daryl having the desire or the intent to impregnate me isn’t something I’d thought he’d be interested in, and it’s got me feeling a certain way. My pussy twitches with a subtle aftershock, and I lift my heavy head to meet his gaze as I nod. “It’s my day off tomorrow, so I’m going to take Mom on an outing to Morrinsville. I made myself an appointment there, because I don’t need anyone around here knowing I needed the Plan B pill, or any other kind of prescription filled.”

“Smart.” His smile makes him seem proud of me, and his cock swells more within me, as if my intellect turns him on.

I roll my hips, enjoying the way we slide so beautifully with all the fluids we’ve shared. A shiver trickles down my spine when I recall his use of the word breeding . I rock my hips to make his cock slide in and out of me, but I love the feel of it so much, I force myself to settle down before I get too carried away. “You really fantasize about getting me pregnant?” I ask, suspecting I may be afflicted by the same desire.

“Constantly,” he says with a dreamy twinkle is his eye. “It’s only fantasy, though. You’re young, and obviously, this sneaking around could only last a few months if I bred you for real. As much as I’d love to see your belly swell with my child, the second anyone else saw you that way, I’d be run out of town, you’d be locked in a tower, and we wouldn’t get to do this anymore,” he says, rolling me over and making love to me slowly and sweetly. “We’ll just have to have a bunch of imaginary babies.” His cock jerks inside me and he fucks into my slurping depths with long, full thrusts, making us both moan. “I fucking love the feel of you bred, Cadence Malone.”

I rock with him and nod. “Me too. A lot. I’m going to want you to do this all the time. I need this feeling in my life.”

“That’s good, because I’m about to fill you again,” he says, picking up his pace.

I spread myself wider for him. “Do it,” I pant, egging him on as I meet his every thrust. “Make us imaginary twins or something.”

“ Cady .” He gasps and grunts and tenses all over before surging forward and adding to his mess until I’m overflowing again. “ Fuck .”

Daryl cleaned me up as best he could at the library, but it didn’t stop me from creating a big, damp mark on the back of my skirt on the way home. I had to be mindful of how I stood the whole time I was relieving Michelle of her duties, which took forever and was not easy, but I did enjoy the thrill of having a dirty little secret. I felt like a smug, sexy bitch the whole time, and I’m not sorry for a second of it, but I am in desperate need of a shower — and since Daryl has insisted he wants to give it to me, he’s been stuck, contorted in the trunk of my car for longer than must be pleasant.

When I eventually free him, I wince at the sound of his groan as he stretches himself out again. “Sorry. She had a lot of questions about the digital catalog, but I got her away as fast as I could,” I swear. “If it makes you feel better, she’s offered to stay an extra two hours on library days, while I’m getting the bulk of the books entered into the system.”

He raises his eyebrows and looks me up and down with a look of appreciation. “That does make me feel better. But know that I would suffer way more uncomfortable places than the trunk of your car if it meant I get to be with you.”

I dip my head and try not to glow too much with giddiness at that praise, but it does make me give a happy little sway. “Thank you.”

His smile grows, and he lunges toward me, capturing me in a huge hug. “And well done on accepting my compliment. It means a lot to me.” He gives my ass a squeeze, smashing the cool, wet cum stain on my skirt fabric to my bare skin beneath.

Daryl stills, pats his hand around my damp rear, and then spins me around so he can assess the situation. He groans like he’s in pain and twirls me like a ballerina back to face him. “You were in there chatting away all natural, while you were sporting this indecent badge of honor?”

“Mmhm,” I say with a proud smile.

He kisses my forehead, picks me up, and tosses me over his shoulder. “We’ll check your mom’s okay, and then it’s shower time for dirty girls who spread their legs for filthy old ass-fuckers.”

I giggle. “Mom’s fine. And if you keep making me feel this good, I’ll be spreading my cheeks before long,” I promise him.

He swears and turns back toward the car with me.

“Where are we going?” I ask, kicking my legs. “Can I not say that?”

He gives a throaty laugh. “You can say whatever the fuck you want, Cadence Malone. But just know what your sweet, sassy mouth does to me.” He lays me on the hood of my car, shoves my skirt up around my hips, and muscles his way between my legs. He pins me open, thrusts his denim-clad cock at my dripping pussy, and kisses me until my breath has been wholly stolen.

I wrench my head sideways, gasp for air, and thrust right back, loving the way he somehow makes me feel powerful and powerless all at once. How does he make me want him again so soon? Before I’m ready for him to move away, he pulls back, and I utter a disappointed whimper as he walks around the car.

Dizzy and disoriented, I start to sit up.

“Stay right where you are,” he warns from somewhere behind me. “I left something in the trunk.”

He returns with the black velvet box of ass plugs, flips open the lid and runs his fingertips over the collection, as if selecting his toy of choice. My heart races as I wait on the edge of delight, because I am a fan of the whole ass-play thing. Daryl was right about it making everything feel incredible.

I watch his selection process with interest.

Surely, he’ll pick the little one? Or am I ready to graduate to the next size up? His choosing finger passes both of those by, and my heart flutters in my chest. He pulls out the one that’s about twice the girth of the one I had in my ass earlier.

My kitty gives a joyful anticipatory squeeze, and I hold my breath as he collects a sachet of lube from the kit. “Am I ready for that one?” I ask in a whisper.

Daryl meets my wide-eyed gaze. “You tell me.”

I look at the plug again. It looks a lot smaller in his big hand. I think I could handle it. Shit, who am I kidding? I think I’ll enjoy it.

I give him a nod, and his eyes sparkle.

“Slide your feet to the ground and turn around,” he instructs.

I do as I’m told and stand facing my windshield while my heart gallops in my chest.

Daryl comes to stand in close behind me, blocking me in against the grill. “Lower yourself onto the hood,” he says in a low, gravelly voice.

I lean forward, until I’ve flattened my breasts to the paintwork. The position makes my ass lift until I feel open to his bulk as he presses against me.

He grinds at me through my skirt a few times, slowly, before he pulls up the fabric and mumbles a few oaths. “You’re looking beautifully well-bred back here, Cady,” he says, running his fingers through the cum that’s been leaking out of me since he put it in. “You’re a little swollen from the action, but you’re slick enough it shouldn’t hurt when I push back inside. If anything feels too uncomfortable, you let me know and we’ll stop. Understood?”

Antsy, I squirm against the hood of my car as I nod.

“Good girl,” he rumbles, giving my ass a playful slap before sliding his cool, lubed fingers over my asshole, massaging me there with a delicate, teasing pressure that makes me squirm even more.

I moan as my pussy quivers, and again when a trickle of moisture drips down my inner thigh. I fucking love that I’ve been full of cum this whole time. It makes me feel positively sinful and so much more like the badass I long to be than the role of virginal Miss I’ve been forced to play.

Daryl presses the cool tip of the plug to my asshole. “Ready to be bred from behind with this plug in your ass, Gorgeous?”

I rise onto my toes and lift my rear in response. His words are enough to make me want to come, but I want what he’s offering to get me there.

He swears and drags his hand down my back. “You are surely the most beautiful woman in this world, Cady. I feel like you were fucking made for me,” he says, as the pressure at my tightest hole intensifies.

The slippery stretch feels easy and amazing, as he pushes it all the way in, and it seems to lock into position. I press my lips together and shift around on my feet as I adjust. “ Mmm .”

“ Beautiful .” The sound of his zipper being taken down alights a ripple of excitement low in my belly.

He guides my legs wider and pins me to the car with one hand on my back. I’m so exposed and vulnerable in the position, but there is no fear within me, only an eager readiness. I trust him with my body. And all my secrets — like how much I hate my life, and how much I love him putting things in my ass.

He nudges his cock at my entrance, and I whimper. He feels twice as big as he did before. The plug takes up some of the room I’ll need for taking cock. Is this going to hurt? He wouldn’t have said it might if it wasn’t a possibility, right?

He runs his hand down my back a few times in calm, grounding strokes. “You can take it, Cady,” he says, his tone sure and encouraging.

I nod and gasp for my life as he leans forward. He pushes his huge cock inside me, parting my flesh and forging deep until I feel so stretched and full I can hardly believe it.

Praise drips from his lips, and he buries himself to the hilt, bumping against the butt-plug. My insides pull tight with a zing , and I cry out several choice words before panting through my body’s reaction to being crammed full of cock and toy. It feels like my heart is beating in my chest, my ass, and between my legs. The sensation is pulsing shockwaves through my core, and I dance around on my tiptoes, trying not to come before Daryl can show me what it feels like when he actually gets moving .

“Fuck me,” I beg, gripping his cock inside me like a fist. “Now. Fuck me. ”

“Relax that sweet little cunt, and I will,” he growls.

I do my best, but I’m wound too tight; too close to coming. It’s not until he sets my ass stinging with a sharp slap that I release my fierce grip on his cock. And the moment I do…

Daryl slams into me, over and over again until I’m crying out and clapping the hood of the car to let out all the fucking feelings, I don’t know how else to deal with. His cock is pumping wet suction sounds from my pussy, and every time he drives deep, he strikes the plug in my ass. It feels like I’m being fucked in both holes, and I’m almost ashamed of myself for how good it feels.

Almost .

The way Daryl coaxes me toward my pleasure with absolute approval sets the expectation that I fucking deserve it. That I should chase it down and reap the fucking rewards. It’s going to be a big reward too. It’s building exponentially. I start to shake with the size of it.

“That’s it, Cady. Fucking give it to me,” he roars, as if my pleasure if a gift for him .

I love that idea. And it makes sense when I feel like his is a gift for me. I’m already full of cum, but I feel like I can’t get enough, and I love what he’s thinking about when he unleashes into me. Would he like it if I said so? Have other women spurred him on the way he’s doing to me?

“ You give it to me,” I growl back. “Put a fucking baby in me.”

Daryl’s palm slaps the hood next to mine, and he pumps his cock at me even faster. “Did you just fucking say that?”

“ Breed me ,” I whine, as I pull tight inside.

He swears, crowds his bulk over me, and forces me over the edge with a rush of heat and pressure. My climax rips through me, and I try to throw my body back with the momentum of it, but Daryl has me pinned with his weight, smothering my escape attempts so all that wild energy turns inward instead. He moans long and loud in my ear, while pleasure shatters my insides into a million sparkling pieces.

With no other option but to enjoy myself, I ride the intensity out, rolling with the all-consuming waves of bliss. By the time my body settles, I could swear I’ve left the damned thing, because all I can do, is picture myself draped face-down, limp and dripping on the hood of my car, with the most incredible man fawning over me as if I’m the lucky goddess he’s fated to serve.