Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1) (24 page)

“You’re so tight.”
His voice sounded strangled and he dropped his mouth to my shoulder,
sucking me there, then biting. “Kara,” he hissed, as he started
to move, a bit at a time, a fraction out, a fraction in. Gentle,
slow.

“Declan!” I
screamed. I needed more. He was trying to go easy on me, handle me
with care, but I didn’t want that. I wanted it all, full throttle,
everything he had driving into me. I’d waited too long to feel
satisfied with anything less. “Please,” I groaned, thrusting
back, opening my legs wider, showing him how much I wanted all of
him.

“You want this,
Kara?” he asked, sliding out more, then sinking in deep.

“Yes!” I screamed,
overwhelmed with the size of him. It burned, but the heat and pain
licked me, arousing me in the most carnal way.

“I don’t think I
can go slow.” He choked out his words, still holding back, still
tense and coiled standing behind me. I needed him to let go, let out
all of his strength and power, unleash all of it into me.

“Please!” I moaned,
begging him, pleading.

His fingers dug into my
hips as he pulled all the way out to his tip. Then he plunged all of
the way in, full and hard. With a primal groan, he began to thrust,
pounding his cock deep into me again and again.

“Declan!” I
screamed, clutching the leather of the couch. I strained to keep
standing up under his onslaught. I needed to stay standing. I needed
this like I’d never needed anything in my life, him pounding into
my slick, wet slit, every inch of him strong and relentless.

“Kara, I have to fuck
you hard. I can’t hold back.” His hands held me exactly where he
wanted me, angled just right for him to piston in and out, driving
and fierce.

“Yes!” I could feel
the shuddering, throbbing heat build inside me with each long,
intense thrust. He groaned and pounded into me. Sweaty, his balls
slapped against my pussy with each thrust.

“You want me to fuck
you?” he asked, so wicked.

“Yes, oh, please fuck
me.” He was huge, the fit so tight. Rock-hard he plundered my
depths, throttling against me again and again.

“You like that? Deep
in you?”

“Yes,” I screamed,
my voice growing hoarse, sounding like a wild animal.

“Kara!” he groaned,
guttural. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes!” I pleaded.
The thought of feeling him climax brought me right up close to the
edge. Rutting against him, I wanted his hot come deep inside of me.
I’d never wanted anything more.

Like a firehose, he
exploded into me, hard and long and strong. Violent spasms of ecstasy
gripped me, surrounded me as I came explosively around his cock.

“Yes!” I cried, my
pussy squeezing and pulsing around his length.

“Kara! Fuck!” he
cried out, emptying his seed deep inside of me. I shuddered and
twisted, taking all of him in, wanting every drop.

Panting, sweating, he
rested his hands on either side of my body and brought his face down
to my back, the rough stubble of his cheek against my skin.
Quivering, shaking, I felt like liquid pleasure, suffused by his
heat, his solid, hard masculinity. Him.

Declan

Then

When you’re getting
your cock sucked, it’s generally a pretty good experience. You tend
to enjoy yourself, especially when the girl’s into it.

That night was no
exception. A girl I’d hooked up with a few times had come down to
my cabin. I didn’t usually have girls back at my place, but I’d
been sitting around drunk and bored when she showed up. Layla I
thought her name was, but it could have been Lara. I wasn’t too
sure about her name, but I was sure about exactly why she’d come to
find me. She’d driven there horny as hell, so there was really only
one way things would go down.

And go down she did.
She knelt between my legs, sucking me like a pro, slick and tight.

I had my eyes closed as
I sat on the couch. And I thought of Kara Brooks, her plump, pink
lips, how she’d moisten them sometimes with her tongue. How I’d
catch her looking at me and her eyes would widen, her lips parting
slightly in response. At 21 I’d already had a lot of women, but I
knew I’d never had one like her. How would it feel if it were Kara
kneeling between my legs, her hands on my thighs, her mouth wrapped
around my hard shaft? What if it were her soft sounds coming from
between my legs, her moans of pleasure as she sucked my full length?

“You’re so huge,
Declan,” she moaned, licking me like the sweetest candy. It wasn’t
Kara sucking me. But Kara was like a goddamned magnet for my
thoughts. She was more and more of a distraction, consuming more and
more of my attention. Because a couple of weeks ago everything had
changed. Ever since that moment in my truck. All alone, just the two
of us, I’d spanked her. And she’d moaned with need underneath my
hand.

I’d been avoiding her
ever since, turning out of the barn if she came near it, heading out
most nights like I couldn’t even stand to see her bedroom light on
in her window. But the more I denied it, the more it built up in me,
the fire raging into an inferno. Every day I stayed away, I felt more
and more like a ticking time bomb. Because now I knew she wanted me.
And I sure as hell wanted her, too.

I didn’t admit it to
myself, but Kara was why I’d stayed in that night, not interested
in my usual haunts or playmates. I told myself I wanted to hang out
and do nothing. Really, I’d hoped I might see Kara. It didn’t
seem likely, but there was a chance she’d see the light on in my
cabin and come down for a visit. She had to feel it too, this tension
mounting and building between us. She hadn’t ever come down to my
cabin before, but one day soon this flooding dam would have to burst.
Tonight might be the night.

Layla swirled her
tongue around me, down at the base and on up to my wide crown. She
knew what she was doing. Kara wouldn’t, I knew that, and the
thought of her inexperience, of teaching her, showing her how to do
it for me, only made me swell thicker. What if it were soft, sweet
Kara with her full, luscious lips wrapped around my shaft? To hear
the sounds she’d make as she sucked me. To look down into her eyes
as she kneeled before me, gazing up at me with dazed lust as her
mouth took in my length.

Then I opened my eyes
and saw her. At first I thought it was all part of my fantasy, as if
somehow I extended it, blending it into reality. I was buzzed and
about to come, after all. So when I first saw Kara standing at the
door looking flushed and surprised, those sweet, soft lips I’d been
dreaming about parted slightly open. I figured I’d made it up.

But then Kara’s eyes
widened big with shock. She looked straight at my long, hard cock
getting sucked good, and I realized it was real. Kara was truly
standing at the door of my cabin, just like I’d jerked off about so
many times, too many in the last few weeks, coming down to my cabin
all alone late at night. She had on a tiny little t-shirt and short
shorts like she wore in my fantasies, not much to them, quick and
easy to bunch up and ball on the floor.

And now it was
happening. She’d come down to my cabin late at night. While Layla
was sucking my dick.

The thing was, Kara
wasn’t moving. And she could see it all, the whole nasty, hardcore
scene. I sat buck naked on the couch, my thighs spread. Layla kneeled
before me, moaning as her head worked up and down along on my giant,
slick cock. And Kara was watching it all. Her gaze fixed on it, the
way Layla worked, how I cupped my hand on the back of her head as she
sucked.

Kara was turned on. I
could see it in the flush on her cheeks, the tightening of the sweet
buds of her nipples, the slight glaze in her eyes. She liked what she
saw. It burned her up. Holy shit.

Eyes locked hot on
Kara, I wrapped my hand around Layla’s head and pushed her down on
my hard shaft.

“Suck it,” I
ordered. Kara’s perfect pink lips parted in response, as if she
were picturing doing it. I nearly came right then from the sight of
it, my prick swelling even bigger, my balls tightening with come.

“Yes, baby,” I
murmured, speaking directly to Kara. She hadn’t looked up into my
eyes yet, she was too fixated on my cock. Exactly where I wanted her,
there down between my legs, her mouth on me exactly like that. Layla
moaned and I could feel the vibrations deep. But that wasn’t what
brought me to the edge. It was Kara. A shudder ran through her body
and I could feel her heat, her need, her arousal.

There was no way I
could hold on any longer. My balls ached, filled and needing to
explode. I groaned.

Kara looked up,
straight into my eyes. I locked right onto her. It was her I spoke
to, urgent and heavy, when I growled, “I’m going to come.”

I shot out like a
gushing fountain. I heard Layla gagging, struggling to take in all of
my hot load. It felt so intense, pumping out of me, knowing Kara was
watching.

By the time I opened my
eyes she was gone. Nothing but an empty doorway.

But I’d heard her.
Before she’d left, right after I’d told her I was going to come,
she’d moaned. It was a soft moan, creamy, thick and needy. If I
only knew one thing, it was that I was going to make her moan like
that again. Soon.

I kicked Layla out of
there fast. She didn’t care, she’d gotten what she came for. I
showered, threw on a pair of jeans and paced around the cabin for
what had to be a couple of hours. I wanted to go after Kara, wanted
to pound up the steps of the house, rip off those shorts of hers and
plunge my fingers into her wet, needy pussy. I wanted to feel her
dripping juices, touch her, taste her, stroke her slick little clit
until she called out my name, begged me, and came all over me again
and again.

But I didn’t. Harlan
was up there, too, after all. He wouldn’t exactly be happy about me
ravaging his baby girl. And Kara had to be freaking out. A girl like
that, innocent and naive, I’d bet money that she’d never seen
anything like that before. She’d better not have done anything like
that before, I’d cut Bruce’s balls off. But my gut told me no,
she’d never gone there, done that. In the moment, in my doorway,
she’d gotten caught up in it. But now I bet she was up in her room
having a fit. How could she have stayed and watched?! How could I
have caught her?!

After this, she’d
probably work even harder to avoid me. And she was right, she should.
I was nothing but trouble. I was everything her father had ever
warned her about and more. But after tonight, that trouble was coming
for her.

§

A couple of days later
I was standing outside of the hardware store downtown, if you could
call one street with about 50 yards of sidewalk and a couple of dusty
old stores a downtown. I’d come there to buy an axe and then one of
those guys as old as the hills who liked to talk was doing just that,
telling me a story about something that had happened way back when. I
wasn’t in a rush so I stood there. Yes, I was generally an asshole,
but I liked to think I picked my moments.

Who should I see
strolling down the sidewalk toward me but Kara with her corn-fed
quarterback boyfriend? Bryce, Brian, whatever the hell you wanted to
call him, he was an idiot. They walked together, the douchebag with a
goddamned backpack slung over one shoulder. Like he was practicing to
be in college. He was such a tool. I could see him now on the main
quad, pledging a fraternity, popping his collar at some preppy
kegger. If he even knew how to kiss a girl right I’d eat my shirt.

Kara chattered away
like a hummingbird, fresh and rosy. She wore a flippy pink skirt that
ended mid-thigh. Did she have any idea what those kind of skirts did
to a man? Sometimes I thought she did, other times I guessed she was
as naïve as a newborn foal. How many guys had tried to get a peek up
that skirt today? It made me pissed off just thinking about it.

If she were mine, I’d
get her alone and have her wear just that skirt, no panties. Or
something even shorter with the hemline barely kissing the bottom
edge of her luscious ass. I’d make her strut around for me. In
heels. I shifted my stance, my cock starting to press against the
zipper of my jeans. She wasn’t mine, I reminded myself. Not mine,
not now, not ever.

Kara looked up and saw
me. She looked away real quick, like I embarrassed her. I knew I
should look away but the sadist in me kept on watching. The man next
to me kept on jawing away.

As they walked past,
football boy glanced at me. I narrowed my eyes. So I could see, he
pulled Kara in close and gave her a kiss, marking her. Like she was
his.

My hand gripped the axe
I was holding so hard my knuckles went white. It probably wasn’t
such a good idea to be holding an axe right then. I’d never been a
violent man. I’d seen too much of it growing up to have it make me
anything but sick. I got my rush out of pussy, not cracking skulls.
But if anything were to push me over the edge, it would be that
assclown with his arm wrapped tight around Kara.

I nodded my good-bye to
the old-timer. He kept right on talking. Someone else would come
along soon and listen. I climbed in my truck and couldn’t help but
sit there for a second, watching them head over to his ride. Of
course he drove a clean, shiny new sedan and not a dusty old truck. A
goddamned Lexus. Such a pussy.

But even I had to
admit, she fit with him. Both young and blond and clean-cut. Harlan
loved him. I could see why. A college man, the mayor’s son. Future
pillar of the community and all that.

I was sure quarterback
boy liked Kara for the same reason. She was a puzzle piece that fit
into his picture, a blonde cheerleader to drape on his arm. But I bet
he didn’t even know her. Not really. He didn’t see every day how
good she took care of her father, how she always helped everyone out
without ever being asked. I knew how she sang to herself when she got
real happy busy in the kitchen with the windows wide open, and how
every now and then she’d let herself sit out on the porch swing and
gaze at the sunset. She’d grown up without a mom and still greeted
every day like a blinding ray of sunshine.