Falling For A Redneck by Eve Langlais

do it again. Who wouldn’t? She’d just enjoyed the most intense and satisfying sex ever.
    The strength he had —my God, he held me up like I was some dainty little thing, so effortlessly. And his size—I never believed bigger truly was better . Marissa blushed at her own thoughts, but it was true. His size had made all the difference. For the first time ever, she’d orgasmed through sex. Previously she’d required manual stimulation to achieve that feat. He’d done it by just kissing her and pounding her.
    Then there was his dominant handling of the situation. Hot and arousing, his mastery of her confused her even as she craved an encore.
    Marissa wandered down the hall in a daze, unsure what to do next. She knew she should shower. His scent, a masculine thing comprised of a sharp men’s cologne and sweat, clung to her, as did the erotic smell of her pussy—and she liked it. Liked it enough that she walked right past the bathroom and stripped naked. She flopped on her bed, rubbing her body on the sheets, covering them with his scent. Don’t get her wrong, she still hated him—kind of. But God, she loved his body and what it could make hers feel.
    Marissa squirmed on her sheets, sexually satisfied , but somehow aching for more. Her passion had wakened, and like a slumbering beast after a long hibernation, it wanted feeding.
    Between her legs, moisture pooled just thinking of how Dirk had felt sheathed inside her. She reached a trembling hand down and touched herself with a gasp. Under her questing fingers, her flesh felt swollen, and the slightest touch of her finger sent a jolt of pleasure through her. As she rubbed her clit with slow, circular strokes, she closed her eyes and remembered the euphoria of him pumping her with his thick cock. So hard and filling her up so tightly.
    Her breath quickened as her fingers rubbed frantically between her legs. With her other hand, she reached down to slide two fingers in, their presence not as thick as his prick, but the memory of it was enough. With a little cry, she came again, her muscles squeezing damply around her inserted fingers.
    Marissa lay back on her bed, feeling a little dizzy. Oh, I am in lust , she mentally moaned. She hadn’t orgasmed in so long, and here she’d done it twice in one eve. Hell, she hadn’t masturbated since her teenage years. And it was all his fault. Him with his big sexy body and not taking no for an answer. Just thinking of him made her tingle again, and Marissa groaned, burying her face into her pillow.
    So much for screwing him and getting him out of her system. It looked like her body still craved more. Oh God, how will I be able to face him again? Now that he’s had me, he’ll probably stay away. Marissa was convinced he wouldn’t feel the same way. A guy like that probably could have any woman he wanted. Why had he chosen her? Probably the challenge of seducing an ice princess, as he liked to call her.
    Or could he possibly care? He had , after all, said he’d see her tomorrow. Not exactly what he’d say if this was a one-time thing for both of them, right? But we won’t have sex again. Will we? They certainly couldn’t start doing this daily. Or could they? The way her body purred and ached right now, maybe twice a day would be a plan.

Chapter Sixteen
    The next morning Dirk woke to the sound of Teletoon, which was really disconcerting considering he sported a raging hard-on under the covers. He’d had a pleasant night of erotic dreams featuring Marissa, his ice princess.
    A part of him wished he could go over there right now and wake her up and show her how much she affected him . However, the boys probably wanted breakfast. So much for morning nookie.
    He threw on a pair of track pants and wandered downstairs.
    “Morning, you little rascals,” he called out to them.
    “Morning,” they sang back, not once turning from the antics of Phineas and Ferb on the screen.
    Dirk got the coffeepot going and then wandered out onto