Rewrite Our Story: A Small Town Best Friend’s Brother Second Chance Romance (Sutten Mountain)
Rewrite Our Story: Chapter 31

MARE DOESN’T KNOW this yet, but there’s no way I’m letting us leave things the way we did last time.

I don’t have it in me.

Not after tasting her like this again. Not after feeling the tremble of her thighs against my shoulders as I help her chase a release.

My cock strains in my jeans when a loud moan falls from her lips. Mare bucks her hips, shoving her perfect cunt against my face. She moves her hips so much, it’s like she’s riding my face without quite riding it.

I let her do whatever she needs as I lick and lap against her clit, doing whatever I can to keep the desperate moans coming from her lips.

When I can tell she’s getting close, I push one finger, then another inside her. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, greedily taking me and keeping them in place. I pull them out before pushing them in, over and over again, until her moans are loud enough that someone might hear from a good distance away. I don’t give a fuck if they do. I’d tried hiding us before, it ended up with both of us devastated and hurt. I don’t intend to hide anything this time.

Her cunt clenches around me. She’s so wet that my fingers slip easily inside her. I have to slightly hook them to be able to hit the spot I know drives her fucking wild.

I lick her up and down, my tongue paying close attention to circling her swollen clit. “Remember when you come, you’re going to scream my name, baby.”

She answers by moaning unabashedly. I’ve always loved how reactive she is when I’ve got her laid out like this. She isn’t shy about letting me know how fucking wild I drive her.

I continue to lap at her before one of her legs falls over my shoulder, the back of her boot pressing into my shoulder as she traps me against her. The movement isn’t necessary. I’m not going to stop until she’s screaming in ecstasy, telling me how good I did at worshiping her.

Her insistence on keeping my mouth to her clit turns me the hell on. My cock strains in my jeans. It throbs, needing to be touched by her.

“Cade,” she yells in pleasure. “I’m going to come.”

I nod, continuing my task. “I know,” I say between licks. I press my thumb against the sensitive bud between her legs so she really feels me everywhere. “Your pussy is wrapping around my fingers so greedily, I can tell it’s about to use them to get off. Do it, baby. Come for me.”

I push my fingers in deeper, pulling her to the edge of her release. I know how much my words used to drive her wild and turn her on, so I get out one more thing before she’s rocking against my mouth, taking what she needs to ride out the orgasm. “Show me how good I worshipped you. Come against my face.”

She screams, her hips coming off the saddle as the orgasm overtakes her. Cum drips down her thighs and against my mouth, just begging to be tasted by me. I slide my finger over the drip of her cum, licking it clean from my fingertip.

Mare’s chest heaves up and down. Her eyelids are hooded as we make eye contact. “Cade,” she whispers. There’s so much unsaid in the way she says my name.

Standing up, I pull her up so my lips hover above hers. Her gaze focuses on my lips—on the wetness of her all over me.

“Kiss me,” I demand, grabbing her hair so I can guide her head the way I want. “Taste yourself on me before I fuck you until you’re spent and punish you for all your lies.”

Her lips part, her hands replaceing the back of my neck as she pulls me against her.

I love this wild side of Mare. The part that takes what she wants with no apologies or regrets. Our kiss is frantic and urgent, like we both know someone could stumble upon us at any time.

When Mare’s little hands replace the buckle of my belt, I let her undo it. My cock is hard as a fucking rock, aching for her touch.

Mare rushes at pulling my belt off and unbuttoning my jeans. She shoves the denim and my boxers down my thighs just enough to free my cock.

It springs to attention, the head already wet with pre-cum.

Her pink tongue comes out to wet her lips. My cock jerks at the close attention her eyes pay to it. She looks it up and down hungrily.

“You’ve made me wait so goddamn long, Goldie. It’s time for me to feel you take my cock again.”

She looks up from my cock to my eyes, a glint in her eyes. Rubbing her lips together, she tries to fight a smile. It breaks on her face anyway. “Want me to taste or touch it?”

Fuck. This is why I could never be anyone else’s. No one else banters with me the way she does.

I grab my cock, wrapping my fingers around it and pumping up and down. It needs some kind of attention, my balls aching from being so fucking turned on by having her again. “While punishing that smart mouth of yours sounds like a great fucking time, it’s going to have to wait for now.”

My hand leaves my cock for a moment. Only long enough to grab her hand and guide it to me. She understands right away. Her small hand wraps around my shaft. Her skin is so fucking soft wrapped around me. A loud growl rumbles from my chest.

“Fuck, Goldie.” I grunt. It feels too fucking good. She strokes up and down with a perfect rhythm, driving me fucking wild already.

I allow her to have her fun for a few moments before I take control again.

She lets out a disappointed moan when I pull my cock from her grip.

I smirk, causing her eyes to narrow on me.

“Who said I was done?”

“You told me I could worship you, but we had a deal. You got worshiped, but then I get to punish you. It’s time for you to hold up your end of the deal, baby.”

She doesn’t look scared by my words. In fact, she looks turned on and fucking thrilled at the thought of me punishing her.

Fuck. This woman will be my ruining.

“What did you have in mind?”

I roughly grab her by the hips and pull her off the saddle stand. Her boots hit the ground with a soft thud. She lets out a surprise squeal when I spin her, pressing her stomach into the saddle.

“This,” I get out, answering her question. I kick her legs open, spreading her open from behind.

I’m way too fucking turned on by just the sight of her in a pair of cowgirl boots. Her ass is in the air, perfectly teasing me. Her pussy is pink and puffy, her cum still spread between her thighs.

My belt buckle jingles as I take a step closer to her, rubbing my cock along the seam of her ass.

She jumps, her hands gripping the sides of the stand to keep her balance.

“Cade,” she pants, her tone unsure.

“Goldie.” The tip of my cock plays with the wetness between her legs. She’s made such a mess, her cum splattering her inner thighs. It lubricates my cock perfectly. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”

She nods up and down, her hair falling off her shoulders with the movement. “I am.”

“Can I fuck you? With nothing in between us?”

“Yes. Please.”

Me too, Goldie. “I’ve been ready for years, having to fuck my hand night after night at the memory of you.”

Now I get the real thing.

I lower to my haunches, running my fingers through her wetness. “Let’s check to see if you’re ready to take me,” I note, spreading the wetness around and around. She jolts from the action, pushing her ass further into the air.

“I’m ready,” she pants, moving her hips to get my fingers lined up with her entrance.

“Ready for what?” I ask, standing back up. I coat the head of my cock with her.

“Ready for you to fuck me.”

‘I’m not just going to fuck you, Goldie. I’m going to punish you for making me wait so”—I push a little deeper into her—“fucking”—another inch—“long,”—I’m halfway in and she’s already gasping at the way I stretch her—“to get you back.”

I’m not gentle when I push all the way inside her. She moans, her back arching as she holds onto the edges of the stand.

“Your cunt will be so raw by the time I’m done punishing you. It’s the only way I can prove to you…”

“Prove what?”

Slowly I pull out of her before roughly pushing back in, my hips hitting the back of her thighs while hers rock against the stand. “That this pussy is still mine,” I say through gritted teeth, the feeling of her wrapping around my cock so perfectly overwhelming me. “It’s always been mine. It’s time I remind you of that.”

Mare tries to push against me to set her own pace, to take what she wants. I don’t allow it. I told her I was going to punish her and I meant it. She’s already had my tongue worship that pretty little cunt of hers. Now it’s time for her to pay for what she’s done.

She’ll come. Fuck, she might come a few times before I’m done with her, but I’m going to drag it out. Have my way with her.

“Cade,” Mare whines, turning her head so her cheek presses into the saddle as she looks back at me. “I need more.”

I stop, fully sheathed inside her as I feel her pussy clench around me. I know I’m stretching her, molding her to my cock perfectly. As it should be.

“I’ve needed more from you for years,” I tell her, rocking my hips slightly. It still doesn’t give her a lot of friction or really any relief. “But you didn’t give that to me.”

Mare tries to push herself off the saddle, no doubt to change her position. Before she can do anything, I push her back into it, making her lay flat against it. “You’re not in control here, baby.”

She groans, moving her hips against me to try and move my cock inside her. “Cade.” My name is the sexiest fucking plea coming from her mouth. I almost give in to her, I almost pick up speed and give her what she wants.

Almost.

I don’t. I want to punish her. I want her to make up for breaking my heart—for leaving me here desperate for her and only her.

“You agreed to let me punish you,” I remind her. “You got to come already, baby.”

“Not enough.”

I pull out of her, my palm coming down with a smacking sound against her ass. It isn’t enough to hurt for long, just enough to sting a little. She moans, her pussy holding me even tighter. “You don’t get to choose how we do this,” I tell her, my palm massaging the pink skin on her ass.

Lucky for her, my cock is desperate to pick up the pace. To pound into her. To punish her.

When we’re done, I’ll make damn sure she’ll be feeling me long after she leaves this stable.

“Hold on tight, Goldie,” I say, pressing my hand against the small of her back. “I don’t plan on being gentle.”