Stripped Bounty by Dorothy F. Shaw

throat. “Need to fuck you,” he growled as he made his way down the side of her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. “Need to fuck you so bad, I’m out of my goddamn mind with it.”
    Shivers zipped down her spine and radiated outward, making every inch of her skin tingle. Holy shit…out of his mind with it? Was this really happening? The situation was totally out of her control—not in a way where she couldn’t stop it if she wanted to. She could. He’d stop if she told him to.
    But she didn’t want him to stop. Rosie wanted to be fucked, but more so, she wanted to be fucked by Badger.

    B adger fisted her hair tighter and pulled on the soft strands. She let out a little kitten moan and his dick got harder, aching behind his zipper. Fucking hell, she was sweet. All responsive and giving. Like he feared she would be. Tasted better than ambrosia on his tongue and he wanted to devour every heavenly inch of her. There was no going back now.
    Her perfect nipples were next. Man, he’d wanted to suck on those fucking hard berries from the very first time he saw them. Small breasts with areolas the size of a quarter tipped with nipples made for biting. Far too many nights he’d stroked his cock, fantasizing about her tits.
    Badger released her hair and pulled his mouth away from her neck. She was breathing heavy, her gaze heady and filled with lust. He took both of her wrists and raised her arms above her head. “Keep them up.” When she didn’t respond to his order, he gripped her chin and bent his head so he was almost nose to nose with her. If she didn’t get it, she’d learn. He was all too willing to teach her. “When I give you a direction, you say, ‘yes, sir.’ When I ask you a yes or no question, your answer is ‘yes sir’ or ‘no sir.’ We clear?”
    She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide. He grunted and shifted his hips forward, grinding his erection against her. “We clear, Rosie?”
    She nodded and then whispered, “Umm… Yes.”
    “Yes what?”
    She blinked. “Yes, sir.”
    “Good girl.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, nipping her bottom lip as he pulled away. Badger let go of her arms, and surprisingly, she left them where he’d told her. Taking hold of the bottom of her T-shirt, he pulled it off of her, and tossed it aside. “Fuck me, your tits…” Badger smoothed his palms over her breasts, reveling in the feel of those hard points on his palms. “Perfect fucking tits.”
    He squeezed the petite mounds and she let out a moan that had him almost coming in his jeans. Shifting his hands so he had them both cupped in his palms, he bent his head and sucked one perfect, tight areola into his mouth. She let out another moan, this one more high-pitched, and her body jerked against him.
    Something primal let loose inside of Badger, and he knew, in that moment, with her hot body tight to his and her sweet nipple on his tongue, that he was well and truly…fucked.
    “Oh God…”
    He pulled away from her nipple, biting the tip and tugging. Then he let the hard peak go, and dragged his tongue over it. With his other hand, he pinched its mate, rolling it between his finger and thumb. She whimpered, writhing against him, hot as hell and making his cock ache to get inside her. He yanked his mouth away. “You like that, don’t you.” Badger pinched both nipples and tugged on them. “A little bit of pain?”
    She was panting, moaning, and rubbing her hips against his dick. “Yes.”
    Her answer came out on a moan and his balls drew up tight, the head of his cock throbbing at the sound.
    “Yes?” He tugged a little harder, stretching the points away from her body and she arched against him.
    “ Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh God! Yes, sir!”
    “Mmm…such a good girl. Knew you’d be a good girl. Knew you’d like it rough, too.” He gazed down at the taut points, reddened from his handling, and lust spilled through him like gas on a fire. “I could play with your perfect tits all goddamn