Wicked Ride (17 page)

“Auralie,” he says
softly as he lifts his eyes back to mine. “Don’t waste
what’s special about you.”

And God…
I can’t take it anymore.

I can’t
take the way he feels between my legs or the desire and care in his
eyes. I can’t stand his words telling me I deserve more than my
shitty, fucked-up mess, and I most certainly can’t stand the
devotion to his claim that he will help me out of this.

Mostly, I cannot stand wondering
what it would be like to be with this man in every sense of the word.
I want him everywhere in me, on me, over me, under me. I want him
inside every part of me.

“I’m not a virgin,”
I blurt out. I’m not prepared to see the shock register on
Logan’s face over the first lie that’s been revealed to
him. I hold my breath, thinking he might push up off the bed and
leave me. Probably not only disgusted by this ugly untruth, but also
by the fact that I’m not the virgin he desired.

But instead, I’m
the one who is surprised when he groans, “Thank fuck,”
before tilting his pelvis and thrusting right into me.

With one solid push, he slides
all the way in, and my eyes sting from the tiny bite of pain his
girth produces as I stretch to accommodate him.

One push and he’s
connected to me in a way that should never feel this good, and yet I
know it only feels this good because it’s Logan.

“You on the Pill?” he
growls as he holds absolutely still inside of me.

I nod, dragging my lower lip in
between my teeth and biting down hard.

“Good,” he mutters as
he peers down at me. “Because I’m going to fuck you hard,
and I’m going to come deep inside this pussy. After that,
you’ve got a lot of explaining to do, understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper and
then wrap my hands behind his neck. “Now fuck me already.”

Logan

I am pissed.

Beyond pissed.

But don’t
get me wrong. I am not pissed she’s not a virgin. I’m
actually fucking relieved. Partly because I didn’t want to hurt
her, but mainly because it was the permission I needed to claim this
pussy the way I’ve been wanting.

Which she’s
getting ready to find out will be done in a hard, deep, and rough
manner.

I want her too much to go about
it gently, and besides…
I am pissed she held this information from me. I could have been
fucking her sooner.

Tentatively, I slide my cock out
of her. I do it slowly, not for her benefit but rather to gauge just
how good it’s going
to feel and how fast I’m going to blow.

And f-u-u-u-u-u-ck.

My eyes involuntarily close
because that feels way too good, and I sink slowly back into her
tight, wet cunt. So goddamn good.

Never felt anything like it.

I’m
not going to last, so my mission is to make sure it’s as good
for her so I don’t leave her in my wake.

Opening my eyes, I find her
staring at me with hazy eyes and her mouth parted as she pants
heavily. “I want you
to come hard, Auralie.”

She nods. She wants it too.

“I’m going to hit you
fast and hard, so I need you to get there with me, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers,
and then licks her lips.

So fucking sexy.

I pull my cock out again slowly,
and I have to smile as her eyes roll in the back of her head. Sliding
out all the way to the tip, I punch my hips forward…
hard.

I slam back into her, bottoming
out, and her eyes fly back open as she cries out in surprise.
Bringing my elbow under one of her knees, I spread her a little wider
for me.

Pulling out, I ask through
clenched teeth, “Did
that hurt?”

She shakes her head, and I’m
guessing the power of speech may be gone for her. Which is fine. We
communicate quite well without it.

“Good,” I praise her.
“Because not sure I could stop even if it did.”

Slam.

Back in deep and her back arches
off the mattress with such force, I’m
slightly lifted.

“Fuck yeah,” I growl
as I realize my baby can take every inch of me as hard as I want to
give it to her.

I pull out again, thrusting in
deeply with a groan of utter satisfaction.

Out and in.

Harder and rougher than I thought
I would originally go, but Auralie pants the words, “yes”
every time, and it’s driving me crazy to pound as deeply as I
can go. So I can pummel my imprint into her so she never forgets who
this pussy belongs to.

Christ, she feels good. Wet and
hot, and damn… so
tight as her muscles contract around me.

My breathing hitches as I race
toward a release that I’m
pretty sure is going to wreck me completely. “How you doing,
baby?” I grunt in between thrusts.

“G-o-o-o-o-d,” she
stammers, eyes still closed tight as I tunnel in and out of her
mercilessly.

“Sorry you lied to me?”
I ask her through gritted teeth.

Her eyes fly open and her lips
quirk slightly.

“Think it’s funny, do
you?” I ask, my eyes flashing with the promise of retribution
for her impertinence, and I admit… I get momentarily
sidetracked as I note her breasts jiggling all over the place because
I’m fucking her so hard.

Back to the task at hand. “Think
it’s funny… making me suffer… making me obsesses
about this pussy? Holding it out there for me to fantasize about?”

She doesn’t
answer me, but I see lines at the corners of her eyes start to form
as she tries desperately not to smile and miserably fails to look
contrite.

I pull all the way out of her,
feeling triumphant when she cries out in protest, then I’m
flipping her over roughly. She lands with a slight ooooph and I kick
her legs apart, put my hands to her hips, and drag that gorgeous ass
into the air. Reaching down, I grab my cock, line it up to her wet
opening, and just as I slam in, I bring my other hand down hard on
her ass cheek. The crack resonates sharply throughout the little
trailer. When my hand pulls back, I smile at the red imprint left
behind.

Auralie shrieks when I smack that
ass again. “Think
it’s funny?”

I think I hear her snicker. She
slams backward on my cock, forcing me to groan, so I smack her again,
and I swear to fuck, I feel wetness gush all around my cock.

My baby likes this a lot, and if
she’s pleased, I’m
pleased.

I give her three more slaps, each
one just as hard. Each time, Auralie chants, “Yes,
yes, yes”.

The next time I crack my palm
down, Auralie’s back
bows. She throws her head back, those long, black locks fanning over
her back and she cries out, “Oh, Logan… I’m
coming.”

No need to tell me. I can feel
her rippling all around me. This right here…
never felt that before.

This urges me to go faster, and I
start lurching into her body as I get dizzy with the need to come.
I’m grunting on
every thrust, barely have any oxygen left in my lungs, and yet I
don’t want this to end. I want to come, but I don’t want
to at the same time.

Choice is taken out of my hands
though when Auralie takes over and starts pulling herself off my cock
and slamming back against me. This causes me to go so deep, I can
feel the head of my cock knocking against something inside of her. I
force myself to stop, hold my hips still, and with my hands lightly
on Auralie’s hips
just to hold her steady, I let her fuck me to completion.

Watching her throw herself
mercilessly onto my cock before pulling herself back off, groaning
and hissing out curse words, I’m
so fucking turned on right now I might stroke out.

“That’s my cock I’m
fucking right now,” Auralie mutters as she impales herself over
and over again, and I’m so stunned by her dirty talk,
especially when just minutes ago I thought she was a virgin, that my
body decides to give it up.

I start to come as she tries to
pull off me again, so I hold her hips tight to me and groan with
utter abandon and relief, “Coming,
baby. Oh, yeah… my girl fucked her cock and I’m coming
so goddamn hard.”

I unload jets of cum into her
body, streaming hot and filling her tight channel until I can feel it
oozing out as I hold myself planted deep. Auralie moans and whispers,
“Yes. That’s
it, baby.”

A huge aftershock of pleasure
ripples up my spine, maybe a second orgasm. I groan because I can’t
not groan it feels so good, and yeah… that’s never
happened before either.

When I’ve
stopped… when I don’t think I have anymore, I pull out
of her slowly and take my still-hard cock in hand. It’s super
sensitive but I wrap my hand around it, stroke upward, and squeeze
the head, pulling forth more cum from the slit. I lean forward, rub
the pearly liquid right over the fiery handprint that’s going
to be there for some time to come, and I muse out loud, “Not
going to take me long to recharge, babe. But first, we need to talk.”

Auralie flops to her stomach on
the mattress and gives me an audible groan of dread.

I look back to the handprint
practically shining like a neon light at me and feel a measure of
satisfaction. Now it’s
time for me to hear what the fuck is really happening so I can fix
this shit and have this for myself with nothing to interfere.

***

Reluctantly, I don’t
force Auralie to talk right away. We haven’t had dinner, and I
did promise her hot dogs over an open campfire. It only takes about
fifteen minutes for me to get a fire going as I keep a ready supply
of dried wood under a tarp. I pull another canvas folding chair out
of the storage locker in the back of my truck.

Auralie and I sit side by side,
the sun having gone down. The dark sky is filled with low-hanging
stars. We put the hot dogs on thin, green branches that I’d
whittled the ends into points, and we roast them in silence.

I’m
a patient man as she eats two and drinks a bottle of Coke to chase it
down. I eat four and drink a beer, but when that’s done, I
stand up from my chair slightly to pick it up and turn it to face
her.

“Now tell me… all of
it,” I demand as I sit back down.

I almost hope she hesitates
because I would love nothing more than to drag her ass back to bed,
spank it lava red, and fuck some obedience into her.

But she launches into her story
without any qualms. She knows I need the entirety of it because she
already exposed her big lie.

“I’m a grifter,”
are her first words, and I can’t say this surprises me. The
minute I learned she wasn’t a virgin, I knew it was a con, but
still…

“Unbelievable,” I
muse, intrigued as I’d never met one. At least, I don’t
think I have.

“Well, I used to be. Was
raised to be one from an early age,” she says with a wry smile.

“Wait a minute,” I
butt in. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-five,” she
says with some shame in her eyes. “I’m sorry I lied to
you.”

“Because a
twenty-five-year-old virgin isn’t believable,” I
conclude, and again, I’m oddly more relieved than pissed.
Somehow, an eight-year age difference is more palatable than a
thirteen-year one.

“Right,” she says and
then continues. “My parents were both con artists, so it’s
all I knew. I told you before, my mom died when I was ten, but it’s
not like she was a great role model. It was just my dad and me. His
name is Mickey, by the way, and we just did what we had to do to
survive.”

I can’t
help it. I’m fucking fascinated. “I don’t
understand. I mean… what does a con artist do? Did your dad
have a job? You said he did apartment management. Did you work? Or is
all you do is scam money? Christ… did you even go to school?”

She laughs at me. In the
firelight, she’s
never looked more beautiful. “We weren’t homeless, and
yes… I went to school. But grifting is a hard life, and it’s
not a rich one. Well, unless you do it on the level that Magnus
does.”

“You can tell me about him
later.” I wave an impatient hand because I want to know every
tiny detail of this little criminal’s life. I can’t
figure out if I’m appalled or slightly titillated by the
cunning she obviously possesses. “Tell me what your life was
like growing up.”

Auralie plays with the lip of her
empty Coke bottle. If I were a gentleman, I’d
offer to get her another, but I am not and I don’t because I
want to hear her story.

She blows a puff of breath out
and looks at me. “I
was rolling trick dice in alleyways when I was nine. By the time I
was twelve, I could run a flawless change-raising scam and none would
be the wiser.”

“Change raising?” I
ask confused.

“It’s a typical
street short con. I go up to someone and ask if they have change for
a ten. The con runs by passing bills or change back and forth,
confusing the person as to what’s going on. I’d walk away
with twenty.”

I whistle low through my teeth,
and I’m very
confused. I am truly appalled and yet oddly fascinated at the same
time, but it’s kind of hard to place blame on her. She was a
child.

“As I got older, the cons
got a little more complex. Still short, as I didn’t have the
means to run a long con, but my friend Gus and I would often run a
mugging scam.”

I raise my eyebrows, but before I
can ask what that means, she provides me the answer.

“I’d see a woman
walking, always a tourist and a dumb one at that, who didn’t
keep a good grip on her purse. I’d sneak up, snatch her purse,
and run.”

“Holy shit,” I say in
shock that she’d resort to common thievery.

“Calm down, Officer,”
she mocks me with a wave of her hand. “My friend, Gus, would
“play” the Good Samaritan and give chase. I’d duck
down a quick alley; he’d catch up to me and wrestle me for the
purse. I’d be “overpowered” and then I’d take
off running so I didn’t get caught, gladly giving up the purse.
He’d return it to the tourist, who would be so grateful she’d
give him money for his help.”