His words send a shiver through my body. I smile and lick my bottom lip. No matter how many times I have him firmly planted deep within me, it’s never enough.
“Is that so?” I giggle as I bend over to take out the overflowing bag of trash. “So if I told you I haven’t been wearing panties all day long, would that turn you on a little more?”
I can’t even get my laugh out before I feel him grabbing at my waist. The bag of garbage goes flying out of my hand, crashing into a mess on the floor. I laugh as I try to pull out of his arms and make a break for it. But he is just too damn strong. That, combined with the fact that I can’t stop laughing and catch my breath, does me no justice.
His laughter booms through the quiet kitchen as he spins me around. My feet lift off the ground and I wrap my legs around his waist, hooking my bare feet at his ass. Chrome’s mouth meets with mine in a battle of dominance. Who will be in charge for this go-round? It is something that is becoming a daily thing. Most days I cave and let him take the lead. Just like tonight.
My back slams against the kitchen cabinets and his hands palm my ass, raising me up until the skirt of my dress is bunched at my waist and my ass crashes down on the counter.
Dishes clatter all over the kitchen floor. A glass bowl smashes into a thousand pieces, the leftover stuffing goes flying, and my ass is firmly planted in whatever was left of the pumpkin pie. But it doesn’t stop either of us.
My fingers work at the button of his black dress pants as his lips move down my neck, heading straight for my tits. As I free his cock, the thin material covering my braless tits shifts, and Chrome’s mouth nibbles at my hard nipples.
A moan slips past my lips as I feel his rock hard dick nudge at my wet cunt.
“We can’t… the girls…” I try and coax him to take this upstairs, as pumpkin pie sticks between my ass cheeks. They are upstairs, probably dead asleep since we are letting Scarlett sleep over for the night.
“They aren’t gonna come down here. Shhh,” Chrome whispers in my ear before he sucks on my earlobe. Fuck, that feels good.
I can’t complain anymore. My head falls back, smacking on the hard oak cabinets. Shit, that hurt! His cock pushes inside me and I completely forget about the pain. His piercing massages my tight cunt and all my reservations are gone. My body responds to each thrust without thought.
He pulls my ass further down the counter and slams fully into me. His dick touches places I never knew existed and I know I’m not going to be able to take much more. Every time we fuck it just gets better. Damn.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans into my mouth as his tongue explores. Every stroke feels so fucking good. His dick slides out and he rubs it up and down on my clit before roughly pushing back in. I can’t hold it back any longer. The release I have been desperately holding back starts flooding out of me. Gush after gush sprays against his pants. I bite my lip and I feel his dick pulse inside me, flooding my hot cunt with his seed.
Chrome’s body sags against mine, as we hold onto each other, sticky and spent against the kitchen counter. If this is what the holidays are going to be like in our house, I think I could totally get used to this whole big family happily ever after thing. I can’t wait to see what Christmas is going to bring us.
If you loved Finding Willow, you’ll love the prologue from Dawn’s next title:
The music blared in my ear as the lights damn near blinded me. My heels were far too fucking high, and the club was packed. Why did I ever think this was a good idea? Oh, that’s right! I am fucking broke.
I keep telling myself I can do this. I try to ignore the cat calls surrounding the stages. One drunk in the corner whistles before throwing back a shot. Another man shouts at me to take my clothes off. Twenty four years old and instead of being a college graduate or settling down, I am taking my clothes off for money.
This morning the owner of the small motel I have been living in for three months gave me until the morning to come up with three hundred dollars or I would find myself homeless in Daytona Beach. Far from any friends or family. I could call my sister, Star. But that would mean admitting failure and that would never fucking happen. I am just way too proud for that.
I am snapped out of my thoughts when some scumbag with a matted beard grabs my leg.
“No fuckin’ touching!” my voice fails me. Instead of the authoritative tone I was aiming for, I sound like the scared little girl I really am. I seductively dance back toward the pole in the center of the stage while I start to untie the barely there triangles of pink fabric covering my tits. I have never been shy about being naked, but everything about this screams run for your fucking life, Paisley!
“Yeah baby! Shake that ass!” The rowdy men get louder, and I take my thong covered ass to the front of the stage again. The Buckcherry song, Crazy Bitch is nearing the end and I wanted to get as many singles stuffed in my crotch before I walk out that door.
I drop down onto my knees, and thrust my pussy into the faces of three men sitting center stage. My hands slide over my bare breasts, and make their way for the tiny piece of fabric keeping me from being entirely naked. I rub my hand repeatedly over my cunt giving them the show of their lives.
When I open my eyes, I meet the most piercing set of blue eyes I have ever seen. His jaw is square. His hair is long and brown, pulled back into a lose ponytail at his nape. There is a long scar that runs under his eye, and when our eyes meet, he flashes me the most beautiful smile. I forget I am on stage in front of hundreds of perverts, and focus on him alone.
He is the man that will make my every nightmare come to life. I just don’t know it yet.
About the Author
Dawn is a woman of many colors. Born and raised in the North-East, the youngest child of three, to two hard working, and extremely dedicated parents, she thrived on her love for creative writing; which started with the Narnia series. Her commitment to hard work lead her down a number of career paths over the years, stopping with her love for fiction.
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Want another great story? Check out this excerpt from WELCOME TO SUGARTOWN by Carmen Jenner!
Chapter One
There’s a mind-numbing restlessness that comes with living in small towns. The gossip, the people, and the unending monotony that makes you want to poke your eyes out with a fork. I’ve lived my whole life in Sugartown, so I should probably expect nothing to ever change, and each new day to be just as dull as the last. And yet, every day I wish for the unexpected. I wish for big cities, for open-mindedness, for the ability to jump on my bike and ride the hell out of town and never look back.