Kidnapping Casey
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Casey focused her attention on him.
"Are you living here?"
A nod confirmed her suspicion. He reached for the front of his shirt, spreading the material open, revealing substantial muscles covered by tan skin. She was too taken aback to do anything but watch as the man removed his shirt completely. Casey inspected his chest, making note that he was a little hairy there, but it wasn't excessive. A thin line of it ran below his bellybutton to disappear into those formfitting pants, his big hands reached for the waist as he toed off his boots.
He observed Casey silently watching him. She couldn't look away. There was no question, she decided, that he had the best damn body she'd ever seen. He looked one hundred percent powerfully built human from the neck down. She'd never seen a better-defined body.
Each muscle was ridged. The front of his pants opened hinting of more golden brown skin there.
Casey couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of him slowly lowering the leather material that clung to his skin. The pants inched down as he wiggled his hips, using both hands to shove them down one inch at a time. A gasp escaped her when his penis sprang free.
He was aroused. Her mouth fell open. He was thick, most definitely hard, and his cock was shaped slightly different from a human's. The skin of his shaft was more of a reddish hue instead of the deep golden brown of his skin everywhere else. The head was thick, more of a mushroom shape than the smooth transition from head to shaft most guys had. He was proportioned to his big body. She'd never seen a guy this big, not that she'd had much to compare him to. Her few ex-boyfriends had been pricks in every sense of the word.
She felt her body respond instantly as she stared at his anatomy. In an instant, she wondered how it would feel if he slowly worked that thick, blunt tip inside her. Her pussy clenched in response to the image that flashed in her mind. Moisture flowed between her thighs.
She slammed her mouth shut and jerked her gaze upward to his face.
A twinkle of amusement sparked in his sexy eyes, and his lips curved upward into a knowing grin. She flushed a little, feeling heat flame her face, as she prayed he couldn't read what she'd been thinking about from her expression. A tan hand rose, a finger extended, to point at her. She blinked a few times, forcing air into her lungs, as it sank in what he must want her to do.
"Oh hell. I'm not getting naked too."
He softly growled at her when his grin died. Glowing blue eyes narrowed before he moved. That muscled body drew closer. His body was graceful, powerful, and his muscles moved with lithe beauty. She was fascinated with every damn inch of his skin.
He moved so close that her eyes flew down to his cock again. A thick vein ran from the base of his shaft to just under the mushroomed head. She was close enough to touch the swollen flesh that pointed straight out at her. He slowly crouched, his face getting closer. Her breath froze in her lungs, her heart pounded, as desire shot through her. Would he want to fuck her? His turned-on state indicated that he wanted her.
Large hands reached for her, encircling her arms above her elbows. His skin was hot to the touch on her flesh chilled from the cold river water. He jerked her to her feet in a heartbeat.
Her knees almost collapsed when he forced her to stand. His intense blue gaze glided down her body, seeming to take in every inch and a sexy, soft noise came from his parted lips before his hands released her. She took a deep breath until those hands of his went for the waist of her T-shirt.
The wet material was ripped up her body. Casey tried to turn away but he was faster. One arm wrapped around her waist, to pull her tightly against his skin. She was chilled from being wet, but his body was hot to the touch, as she was slammed against him. His hard erection pressed into her bared stomach as the shirt went sailing to the cave floor. Her bra-covered breasts were smashed against his muscular chest. He breathed her in, another sexy growl tearing from his parted lips, and his cock jerked against her belly where it was tightly pressed between them.
He was incredibly hard.
"Please don't hurt me."
He frowned, shaking his head, a frustrated look crossing his features. His chest rose as he took a deep breath, so their bodies pressed more tightly together. Long seconds ticked by while Casey's heart beat erratically. The hold on her eased until their bodies weren't pushed so closely against each other anymore. A foot of space opened up between them. His cock wasn't touching her now, but he didn't let her arm go. His look lowered between them to his protruding member.
Casey's eyes followed his gaze. This up close and personal, she realized just how thick his cock was. Her interest turned into a little fear at the thought of him working that inside her.
He shook his head at her when she jerked her attention up to stare into his eyes. His hand slowly released her to point at the bedding behind her.
"What in the hell are you trying to tell me?"
He backed up and his hand rose to point to her remaining clothing. That long digit aimed at the floor and went to his bedding next as he mimicked covering up. Slowly, he turned around to present a wide, tan back to her. She saw a thin, long scar running from one shoulder blade to the underside of his arm at the bottom of his ribs. It was a mystery to her how he'd gotten it, but it looked like an old injury. He moved away to the edge of the cave facing the falling water, keeping his back to Casey.
She stood there shivering. Some of her fear eased when she realized he was keeping his back turned to give her privacy. Her gaze kept going to his body as she stripped out of the rest of her clothes. He had the nicest damn butt ever. Broad shoulders tapered down to his toned back and to that fantastic ass. She shook herself from thoughts of what it would feel like to rake her fingernails down the length of him.
Slowly turning to his sleeping bag, she climbed in it to cover up her freezing body. The bedding was thick and warm and Casey relaxed, warming up enough to stop shivering. She eyed his wide back and great ass again. He really was perfect and she'd never seen a man in better shape. A good three minutes passed before the man finally turned around. He walked over to their clothing on the floor, bending to retrieve it one piece at a time.
"Are you living here?"
A nod confirmed her suspicion. He reached for the front of his shirt, spreading the material open, revealing substantial muscles covered by tan skin. She was too taken aback to do anything but watch as the man removed his shirt completely. Casey inspected his chest, making note that he was a little hairy there, but it wasn't excessive. A thin line of it ran below his bellybutton to disappear into those formfitting pants, his big hands reached for the waist as he toed off his boots.
He observed Casey silently watching him. She couldn't look away. There was no question, she decided, that he had the best damn body she'd ever seen. He looked one hundred percent powerfully built human from the neck down. She'd never seen a better-defined body.
Each muscle was ridged. The front of his pants opened hinting of more golden brown skin there.
Casey couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of him slowly lowering the leather material that clung to his skin. The pants inched down as he wiggled his hips, using both hands to shove them down one inch at a time. A gasp escaped her when his penis sprang free.
He was aroused. Her mouth fell open. He was thick, most definitely hard, and his cock was shaped slightly different from a human's. The skin of his shaft was more of a reddish hue instead of the deep golden brown of his skin everywhere else. The head was thick, more of a mushroom shape than the smooth transition from head to shaft most guys had. He was proportioned to his big body. She'd never seen a guy this big, not that she'd had much to compare him to. Her few ex-boyfriends had been pricks in every sense of the word.
She felt her body respond instantly as she stared at his anatomy. In an instant, she wondered how it would feel if he slowly worked that thick, blunt tip inside her. Her pussy clenched in response to the image that flashed in her mind. Moisture flowed between her thighs.
She slammed her mouth shut and jerked her gaze upward to his face.
A twinkle of amusement sparked in his sexy eyes, and his lips curved upward into a knowing grin. She flushed a little, feeling heat flame her face, as she prayed he couldn't read what she'd been thinking about from her expression. A tan hand rose, a finger extended, to point at her. She blinked a few times, forcing air into her lungs, as it sank in what he must want her to do.
"Oh hell. I'm not getting naked too."
He softly growled at her when his grin died. Glowing blue eyes narrowed before he moved. That muscled body drew closer. His body was graceful, powerful, and his muscles moved with lithe beauty. She was fascinated with every damn inch of his skin.
He moved so close that her eyes flew down to his cock again. A thick vein ran from the base of his shaft to just under the mushroomed head. She was close enough to touch the swollen flesh that pointed straight out at her. He slowly crouched, his face getting closer. Her breath froze in her lungs, her heart pounded, as desire shot through her. Would he want to fuck her? His turned-on state indicated that he wanted her.
Large hands reached for her, encircling her arms above her elbows. His skin was hot to the touch on her flesh chilled from the cold river water. He jerked her to her feet in a heartbeat.
Her knees almost collapsed when he forced her to stand. His intense blue gaze glided down her body, seeming to take in every inch and a sexy, soft noise came from his parted lips before his hands released her. She took a deep breath until those hands of his went for the waist of her T-shirt.
The wet material was ripped up her body. Casey tried to turn away but he was faster. One arm wrapped around her waist, to pull her tightly against his skin. She was chilled from being wet, but his body was hot to the touch, as she was slammed against him. His hard erection pressed into her bared stomach as the shirt went sailing to the cave floor. Her bra-covered breasts were smashed against his muscular chest. He breathed her in, another sexy growl tearing from his parted lips, and his cock jerked against her belly where it was tightly pressed between them.
He was incredibly hard.
"Please don't hurt me."
He frowned, shaking his head, a frustrated look crossing his features. His chest rose as he took a deep breath, so their bodies pressed more tightly together. Long seconds ticked by while Casey's heart beat erratically. The hold on her eased until their bodies weren't pushed so closely against each other anymore. A foot of space opened up between them. His cock wasn't touching her now, but he didn't let her arm go. His look lowered between them to his protruding member.
Casey's eyes followed his gaze. This up close and personal, she realized just how thick his cock was. Her interest turned into a little fear at the thought of him working that inside her.
He shook his head at her when she jerked her attention up to stare into his eyes. His hand slowly released her to point at the bedding behind her.
"What in the hell are you trying to tell me?"
He backed up and his hand rose to point to her remaining clothing. That long digit aimed at the floor and went to his bedding next as he mimicked covering up. Slowly, he turned around to present a wide, tan back to her. She saw a thin, long scar running from one shoulder blade to the underside of his arm at the bottom of his ribs. It was a mystery to her how he'd gotten it, but it looked like an old injury. He moved away to the edge of the cave facing the falling water, keeping his back to Casey.
She stood there shivering. Some of her fear eased when she realized he was keeping his back turned to give her privacy. Her gaze kept going to his body as she stripped out of the rest of her clothes. He had the nicest damn butt ever. Broad shoulders tapered down to his toned back and to that fantastic ass. She shook herself from thoughts of what it would feel like to rake her fingernails down the length of him.
Slowly turning to his sleeping bag, she climbed in it to cover up her freezing body. The bedding was thick and warm and Casey relaxed, warming up enough to stop shivering. She eyed his wide back and great ass again. He really was perfect and she'd never seen a man in better shape. A good three minutes passed before the man finally turned around. He walked over to their clothing on the floor, bending to retrieve it one piece at a time.
