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laurfilijames · 2 years

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The Devil You Know

Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Ford Lampton x female reader

Words: 4,141

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Unprotected intercourse. Swearing.

Summary: While enjoying a quiet morning with Ford, unexpected guests arrive and interrupt your domestic bliss, making you question his innocence and your safety again, and soon you find yourself giving in to how you really feel about him.

A/N: Nothing to say really, just constant Ford Lampton brain rot 🥴

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He smells of me. The fresh scent of citrus from my body wash mixes with the smell of his warm skin as well as the remnants of the sex we had; our sweat combining to lure me into desire once more as I breathe him in.

He’s become mine; my liability, my lover, a risk I want to take again and again.

He snores softly as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, and I find myself for yet another time questioning how someone looking like this, so innocent and at peace, and who makes me feel what I do, could be capable of such horrors.

As my worries get the better of me, I lean closer into him, and he automatically drapes his heavy arm over my waist. I feel safe with him in this tender moment, even though part of me might believe it’s him I should be fearing. I vine my arms around his thick torso, tucking my face into his neck, seeking and finding contentment in the most unsuspecting source. His skin is hot and comforting, familiar to me now after the amount of times my lips and fingers have tasted and felt it, and I know despite everything that could come of this, I will crave him when I can’t have him.

Later, my tired body wakes up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and I stretch my aching limbs only to feel the other half of my bed that had been occupied for so many hours is vacant.

"Ford?" I call out in a voice that is raspy from sleep, although only him and I know that the hoarseness lacing it is actually from my endless cries of pleasure.

With light steps, I tip-toe my way to the kitchen to find the reason behind the smile that dresses my swollen lips, and keep quiet for a moment to admire what is before me.

Ford appears right at home in my kitchen, opening drawers and cupboards as if he knows exactly where everything is kept, busy putting the finishing touches on two mugs of coffee. His senses must be sharper than I expect, because although I was certain I hadn't made a sound, he glances over his bare shoulder at me and flashes me a warm smile.

"Ah, I was hoping to surprise you in bed," he admits, making my own smile grow and my thighs rub together as I take notice of the way his track pants hug the outline of his cock.

I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck, scratching my nails up his short hair so it causes him to place the coffees back down on the counter and clasp his hands on my waist.

His lips crash against mine as he pulls me flush against him, and I moan into his mouth when I feel the growing hardness between his legs press against my exposed flesh.

"Have I told you how much I like having you here?" I coo, feeling lost in this false sense of domestic bliss, the yearning we both feel to play 'house' together and ignore the reality of everything else outweighing my gut instincts.

Ford chuckles against my lips as he continues where we left off, deepening each kiss until I am clutching and grabbing at his back and he's leaning me against the counter top while spreading my legs apart with his thigh.

A commanding knock pounds on my front door, making me jump while Ford looks at me quizzically.

"Just a minute!" I call loudly enough that hopefully whoever is there grows patient, but as I quickly cross back over to my room to grab something to cover my naked body, the knocks come louder and more frequent.

I finish tying the strap of my robe tight on my waist as I open the door, my frustration at their rude insistence disappearing the moment my brain registers who the two people wearing dark coloured suits and serious expressions are.

"Officers," I stumble out, feeling my pulse quicken and a nervous worry flipping in my stomach as my shaking hands work to make sure I'm not exposing myself to them.

"Detective Da Silva and Detective Bennett," the female speaks in a cold tone, her eyes boring into me while her partner obviously glances behind me to get a look at my house.

"How can I help you, Detectives?"

"We're just here to ask some questions about your relations with Ford Lampton," Detective Da Silva says in a judgemental inflection, her eyebrow raised.

"Did I hear my name?" Ford asks, almost too joyfully, as he walks up behind me and puts the hand that isn't gripping my favourite coffee mug on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze that I'm unsure to take as a reassurance or warning.

"Mr. Lampton." Da Silva smiles smugly. "We were wanting to know your whereabouts over the last twenty-four hours. Seems things have been unusually quiet over at your brother's home and both Simon and Karen mentioned not seeing you."

"He's been here," I pipe up, doing everything in my power to steady my heart rate and even out my breathing.

Bennett and Da Silva give each other a look I know means they don't believe my statement that is half true, and in an effort to show confidence I open my mouth again.

"Would you care to come in for some coffee? Ford's just made some."

"No, that's fine, we won't be long."

She gazes at me as if the longer she holds eye contact, the faster I will crack, but with Ford's hand still sitting heavily on my shoulder I stay strong.

“When exactly did Mr. Lampton arrive here?"

"Yesterday evening, around 7," I lie. "Ford finished work and went for a run, ending up here. I made him dinner and he stayed the night."

Da Silva nods while Bennett scribbles in his notepad, and I offer a sweet smile as Ford places a loving kiss on my cheek; in thanks or as a ploy to aid our story I'm not sure.

"And you two have been having relations for how long?" Her index finger points from me to him and back again, making her demeanor come off more accusatory than it actually is.

"A couple weeks now, eh?" Ford answers, looking at me softly before giving the detective a dimpled grin.

"Right. Well, I think that's all for now," Da Silva says dryly, clearfly unsatisfied with the information she was just given. "Make sure you stay close, Ford," she warns, looking at him like she knows more than she's letting off. "We'll be needing to speak with you again."

Both detectives turn and walk down my front steps toward their car, leaving me stunned and Ford to move to close the door behind them.

I swallow thickly and rub my hand through my hair, the reality of what I've just done settling in on me. Even with my eyes closed I can feel Ford staring me down, and fearful of the look I'll see when I open them, I take a deep breath and exhale it through my mouth before doing so.

"Why would they come here, Ford?" I nearly spit, a wave of nausea flooding me as I begin to panic.

He dares to laugh as he looks down at his bare feet, tucking his lip between his teeth so his grin tilts crookedly, and my fear of him as well as what can happen to me for lying to the cops makes me feel paralyzed.

"Simon has done some bad things," he says quietly, taking a step toward me in a calm way that shouldn't feel as threatening as it does. "I know everything he's done and he's trying to pin it all on me."

He licks his lips as he looks me over, his eyes narrowing as he can see me working to try to believe him.

I suck in air and hold it in my lungs when he reaches up to cup my cheek, his thumb smoothing back and forth gently, and when he presses a kiss on my lips, I allow myself to breathe again as he makes me lose myself in him once more.

My eyes open when he breaks away from me enough that I can see how wonderfully blue his are, and his thumb slides down my face to land on my bottom lip where he applies enough pressure to pull my mouth open.

"I can't decide if I should reward you for being such a good girl, or punish you because you still don't believe me," he whispers, his dimples appearing in his cheeks as his grin matches the amused look in his eyes.

My heart hammers in my chest, sending a rush of pulsing blood down to my core when he continues explaining his wicked plans for me.

"I'll just have to do both," he promises, chuckling again as I moan and quiver to his touch as his fingers trail over my collarbone and begin to peel my robe from my skin. I curse myself for being so weak to his game, to wanting him so desperately despite knowing he is everything I should be running from.

His lips on my neck whisk that all away instantly, the way he is kissing and sucking my sensitive flesh tricking me into thinking he has my best interests at heart, that I am safe with him, that he loves me. The ache between my legs has caused me to become deluded and manipulated, a pawn in his game to be used as he pleases, and right now I can't think of anything better.

"I believe you, Ford," I breathe, saying it equally as much to convince myself.

His teeth nip at my neck and I gasp, clawing my nails into his broad shoulders as the slightly painful gesture sends goosebumps all over my skin and my arousal to spike even more.

"No you don't," he hisses, moving so I'm forced back against the wall, his hands planting themselves on either side of my head so I'm trapped between them and his strong body before me. "You might be half decent at lying to the cops, but I see right through you."

His eyes flicker from my parted lips that pant nervous breaths up to my eyes that I know show my fear, and deceiving me once again with a tenderness I'm still uncertain he actually possesses, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear while giving me a smile that makes butterflies explode in my stomach.

"Don't worry, I like you too much to let anything happen to you," he whispers, still looking at me sweetly. "And it's impossible for you to hide how much you like it when I hurt you a little."

He chuckles when he notices my pupils dilate and drives his thigh between my legs, nudging them apart as he forces himself on me, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss.

I whine against him, unable to disguise my arousal, and move my hips to grind on his thigh, knowing I'm staining his track pants with slick.

"You just can't help yourself, can you?" he asks in a deliciously low, breathy tone, making my skin ache for more of his touch.

I shake my head side to side and move my face closer to him so my lips graze against his, hoping to tease him into kissing me more, harder, so he can steal my breath in a way I know I can get it back again.

I press my breasts out toward him, arching my back off the wall so my stiff nipples touch his skin through the curls on his chest, the divine sensation making me whine and rest my head against the support behind me.

Unable to handle how he has somehow refused to touch me, I snake my arms around his neck, scraping my nails through the short hairs on his scalp, down his neck to his shoulders, and slowly over his chest where I carefully follow the trail of auburn coils as they lead me below the band of his pants. I slip a needy hand in, smoothing it in a twisting motion over his already hard, velvety shaft, watching his eyes fall shut and his dimples flinch in his cheeks as he clenches his teeth.

I stroke him from base to tip and back again, repeating the routine that makes my mouth water every time my hand brushes against the dense, coarse hairs that surround his manhood, the heat coming from him matching my own.

My other hand slowly starts to tug at the waist of his joggers, my fingers creeping them down over the plump curve of his ass, and removing the hand that had been gripping his cock, I watch it spring out and bounce against his lower belly, sending me into an even more frenzied state.

"You want that don't you?" he purrs, smirking at me before he follows my gaze to watch as the head of his cock wags before my wet folds.

I spread my legs a little further, opening myself to him, my patience vanishing as a slightly pathetic feeling sets in at just how submissive I am to this man.

"How do you want it?"

"Hard."

I swallow thickly, closing my eyes as I hope he'll fulfill my wishes.

"Where do you want it?" he breathes, his voice deep with restraint. "Your mouth? Or buried in here?" he asks, driving two fingers inside me briefly before withdrawing them immediately. "Or do you want me to fuck that tight ass of yours again?"

He spoke in almost a growl, and my breath hitches at his lewd words, knowing without seeing him that he's enjoying the way my body reveals how much I revel in his suggestions.

"Everywhere."

I open my eyes when I hear him chuckle at my answer, the bright blue of his irises appearing even more vibrant with the presence of deep lust in them.

"Such a slut for me," he mutters, his mouth beside my ear where he tugs my lobe between his teeth, his cock pressing up against my folds where I shudder a reserved cry.

Ever the man to do as he pleases, Ford looks at me with a tender admission in his eyes before capturing my lips in a painfully slow kiss, his tongue probing against mine tentatively, his hands reaching to hold my face in a way a devoted lover would.

A whine that is half frustration and half relief pours from my mouth into his, my fingers clawing into his back to contrast how he is carefully smoothing my cheeks as if I might break under his touch.

Pushing my hips toward him, I rub against his engorged head, feeling the precum that oozes from it glide along my clit, the sensation only increasing my restlessness. My head falls back to thud against the wall, impatience for how insistent he is at taking his time with me growing by the second. It seems to only encourage him more, his lips trailing teasingly slow down my neck where his breath fans out over my skin as he inhales my scent and drinks it in.

"Ford…" I moan, unable to tolerate this treatment any longer, desperate for him to ruin me how he usually does.

He brings his mouth back up to mine, slipping his hand lazily down my waist to my hip until he reaches my thigh, and with a gentle squeeze, he prompts me to lift it to hook around his middle. He repeats the same with the other leg, his body supporting mine against the wall, firm enough to keep me steady, but still with a gentleness that goes against every way he's treated me up until now.

A needy moan blows from his mouth into mine as he finally pushes through my entrance, filling me inch by inch, his desire to savour each moment clear in his actions.

His hands leave my legs and wrap around my back, holding me against his body so tight as he begins to move his hips, his cock dragging slowly out, and pushing back in again, his kisses purposeful.

Soon, I'm equally as lost in him as he is in me, and the more I relax to the languid, loving motions, the more my body lets go of its fevered desires and listens to my heart drumming along to its deluded song.

Ford's tempo is unhurried, but each thrust is perfectly calculated to coax out my undoing, and it seems with each caress of my hands and lips on him that his emotions come barrelling through, leading him to a place it is clear he tried to ignore for so long.

I can't deny what I feel for him despite my best efforts not to, and the longer I'm left to my own devices, kissing and feeling his body with mine, the more I want to give him everything I know he's wanted and had to go without.

Continuing to melt into me, Ford deepens his pace, his mouth abandoning mine as it hangs open against my neck as he pants for breath, his guarded exterior fading quickly to reveal a side of him that makes me wonder if he actually does hold some version of love for me in his darkened, broken heart.

This thought alone sends me to a point of no return, and grinding on him up and down until I feel the heat dispersing from my core up my spine, making my limbs tingle and shake, I call his name as I collapse on his shoulder and chase my high.

"Ford!" I repeat, commanding him to fall with me.

Right as I am about to shatter, he pauses, delaying my climax that leaves me whining helplessly, planting me back against the wall so he can peel my head off of his sturdy frame and stare at me seriously.

That same uncertainty shifts in his eyes, his chest heaving against mine as he battles in his mind just as he has all the other times we've been together, and to help convince him to give in to what he feels, I reach up and smooth my fingers over his furrowed brow, watching his eyes close and sighing heavily.

I dare squeeze him within my walls, reminding him of what he hasn't permitted me yet, the sensation making him groan furiously and flex inside me.

When he opens his eyes again, any evidence of adoration is gone, and with a sharp thrust, he's buried within me completely again, reminding my body of the point of pleasure it was so cruelly abandoned at.

He pulls out of me, leaving me quivering and empty, and with forceful hands he removes my legs from around his waist, somehow expecting me to stand on uneasy feet.

Without the use of his words to give his order, Ford spins me around and pushes me against the wall, my hands splaying out over the plaster to stop my face from smacking into it.

My fingers grip at the texture, wishing it was his skin instead, trying to make purchase with something to ground me as he shoves his hand between my legs, fingering me from behind with two of his thick fingers, gliding in and out of my soppy channel until I'm crying with pleasure once more.

His chest flattens on my back, pressing me flush to the wall so I have nowhere to move, forcing me to turn my head to the side where my heated cheek begins to cool from the differing temperature of the drywall.

I feel his cock that is wet from me replace his hand, rubbing back and forth between my cheeks, hitting my entrance to tease me further. His hands grope my flesh, squeezing my hips and breasts in turn callously to demonstrate that any tenderness he was feeling toward me is officially gone.

Still, I moan to his touch, relishing in the way he handles me, craving more and more despite my dignity depleting with how terribly I enjoy his vulgar treatment of me.

Finally, his cock slams into me, making me gasp and slap the wall as his teeth bite at my neck and graze down the side of it. Goosebumps erupt over my entire body, and when his breath fans over the streak of wet skin he just created, I beg him in another plea with the use of his name.

"You need to stop this," he grunts, hammering into me in the same brutal way I've grown to love.

"Stop what?" I ask, my voice shaky from my climax quickly rebuilding to its full strength.

Continuing to pummel me, he remains quiet aside from his grunts of effort, and the lewd sounds coming from our bodies fills my otherwise silent house.

My nipples rub on the cold drywall, the roughness on my sensitive pebbles adding to the plethora of condemning stimulation, making me forget for a moment my curiosity in what Ford means. Sticking my ass out to meet each of his powerful thrusts, I feel my orgasm threaten me again with its presence, and as I clench in a tantalizing rhythm around his cock, I can feel him approaching his demise as well.

Turning my head to the other side in an effort to see his face, I glance over my shoulder, only to be slammed further into the wall, my cries of pleasure bordering on pain as he continues to fight with himself, and wrapping my hair around his hand, he tugs it harshly so my head tips even more and he can suck and bite at the spot where my pulse hammers.

"Stop what, Ford?" I repeat, my tone desperate in wanting an answer as well as relief from his endless, mind-numbing assault.

The way he handles me has me on the fringe of terrified, but if I'm honest, I'll let him handle me any way he sees fit and will beg for more when he's finished.

With a frustrated growl, he finally speaks, his voice teetering between anger and reserved emotion. "Making me feel what I do."

I smile victoriously, knowing exactly what it is he means, but selfishly, I want to hear him say it.

"What do you feel?"

He picks up his pace, ignoring my inquisition, choosing not to relent his vicious attack on my body that is eerily similar to the game of war our hearts and minds are playing with each other.

My mouth drags across the wall, hanging open as I give in to what my body needs, my spit smearing on the paint colour that is too innocent to have such an act taking place against it.

His tempo becomes erratic, and when he catches me smiling with lunacy derived from such intense pleasure, he slaps his hand against the wall beside my face, making me jump and somehow smile more right before I'm tossed into the torrent of rapture and scream through my high.

I drag Ford with me, feeling him stutter against my body as he pulses inside me until I'm full of his spend, his mouth hovering beside my ear so his unbridled growls resonate and eventually die out with the ripples of my climax.

He attaches his lips to my neck again, the sucking and nipping quickly fading into softer kisses, his belly rising and falling against my back as he works to catch his breath.

We remain how we are, basking in the togetherness until he slips out of me, and tipping my head back to lay on his shoulder, he wraps his arms around me and holds me closer.

I clench my teeth together, wanting to open my mouth to thank him, but knowing if I do, my tongue will let slip the one thing I've feared this whole time.

His thumbs smooth back and forth on my arm and my stomach, and his breathing that has now slowed to a calm, relaxing pattern tempts me further. With a kiss to my cheek, my bravery blooms.

I've already committed a crime, what do I have to lose now?

"I love you, Ford," I announce, confident in my folly.

My eyes close, waiting for whatever reaction might come, my admission making me feel free now as opposed to fearful, and I exhale a long breath while my fingers languidly stroke the hair covering his wrists as they stay bound around me.

I can feel his heartbeat striking against my back, and after another moment, Ford scoops me up in his arms and carries me to bed where I pray we can be left to indulge in our ignornance of reality.

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blairsanne · 2 years

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WIPs

I need to get some of these off my plaaaaate. 😭

Bigger fics/with multiple chapters:

An Unexpected Blue Wizard

Try Therapy

Lofn

Boonies

[Unposted Anders x goddess!OC fic]

Misery Loves Company (unposted ROTG fic)

Young Hercules fic (Iolaus x OC)

[Something I debate posting publicly]

Chels [might never post this either idk]

In the Cards

Uncle Bragi (part 2)

Warm (part 3)

Goddess of Sex

[Unposted Anders x mortal!Reader fic]

Pirate fic I may not write

Oneshots (unless things get out of hand)

Cold (TAJ, Anders x Reader)

Smutty sequel to Blankets

[Secret project]

[Secret project 2]

Anders smutfic (Prompts: Roleplay, "Can I help you with that")

Ford Lampton fic

Zeb romance fic

Fic involving Anders and Mitchell but not as a couple

Anders x Dawn fic (bonks self)

Anders x Reader (comfort?) fic

Anders x Reader (feral) smut fic

Anders vs Ty fic

Dawn x Ty short fic

[something I will probably never post publicly]

IDK maybe I'll scrap some of them. 😅 Who knows.

#wips

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laurfilijames · 1 year

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Spite In A Sundress

Pairing: Ford Lampton x female reader

Words: 1,699

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: You meet Ford at his brother's house for a casual drink, but have more in mind when you show up wearing nothing under your skimpy sundress.

A/N: 🙈 here I go again with my p*rn without plot. This is so raunchy and straight up cruel, spiteful behaviour on Ford's part but 🤷🏻‍♀️ it was a lot of fun to write!

Prompts used for @deanobingo were Ford Lampton, clothed sex, quickie, and "keep it down".

Yes I will be writing more of this 🙈

Photo credits to @blairsanne 💗💗

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A gentle breeze tickled your bare legs, making you grip at the hem of your sundress to keep it from blowing up to expose your unclothed ass, not having worn panties or a bra turning out to be a terrible misjudgement. Your nipples were at full attention too thanks to the slight bite in the air, and trusting another gust wouldn't come through, you let go of your dress and smoothed your hand over your hair, thinking how there was no way Ford would be able to keep his hands off of you as soon as he saw you.

The house was larger than you expected as you walked up to the front door, and seeing no other vehicles in the driveway other than Ford's beat up yute, you smirked with excitement at the possibility of having the whole place to yourselves.

You rang the doorbell, lifting yourself up onto your toes and back down again as you waited impatiently.

Seconds later, Ford opened the door, his dimpled smile greeting you and instantly making a warmth flood through your body, his bright, blue eyes trailing down from your face to the rest of you almost as if he could tell you were naked beneath the dangerously thin piece of fabric.

His broad arm pushed the door open wide carelessly, allowing you the entire spans of the entryway to walk through.

"Welcome," he purred, his eyes following you as you stepped past him and continued to take in the surroundings of his brother's lavishly modern home.

"Nice place," you complimented, looking over your shoulder at him to watch him bite his lower lip playfully.

He nodded in response, placing his hand on your lower back.

"Kitchen's this way…" he suggested, prompting you to walk forward despite your legs already feeling shaky from such a simple touch.

"Drink?"

"Sure! Ta."

Ford opened the fridge, revealing its well-stocked contents including multiple choices in beer, and plucked two bottles of a high-end brand from the door.

Your mouth watered as he twisted the caps off effortlessly with his large hand, the anticipation of the taste of beer on your tongue not the cause.

He slid yours across the granite island before putting his to his lips, his eyes fixed on you over the amber bottle the whole time.

"You look nice," he said, his voice low, giving a nod in your direction as he licked his lips slowly.

You smirked and looked away almost bashfully, biting the inside of your cheek as your hand stroked the cold bottle up and down slowly.

"I have to admit something," you started, leaning forward slightly to give him more of a glimpse of your cleavage, your hand still toying with the beer in an implying way. "I didn't come over here for a drink."

Ford stood up straight, cocking his head to the side as a playful smile grew on his lips.

"Then what did you come here for?"

"Are we alone?" you asked, avoiding his direct question but answering it all the same.

He took another swig of his beer, nodding slowly.

You walked slowly around the island toward him, carefully as if you were stalking your prey, your hand slipping up beneath his t-shirt to card through the hair that started at his waistband and grew fuller on his chest.

"Good."

You took his hand in yours, turning to lead him somewhere else in the house, and to give him a little preview, you used your free hand to lift up your dress to reveal your bare backside.

He chuckled darkly, stopping in his tracks to force you to as well, pulling on your hand that was leading him to spin you around. You crashed into him, your hands planting themselves for support on his chest that emitted so much heat and was heaving with deep breaths, his eyes alight with a sort of lust that made your stomach leap and slick pool between your legs.

He kissed you, meeting your lips gently at first, then abandoning that idea to kiss you with a fervor that displayed his wanton need for you.

You whined into his mouth as his fingers teased at your upper thigh where your dress lay, slowly guiding it upward to expose your searing, naked flesh to the cooler temperature of his brother's air conditioned home.

"Making it easy for me?" he growled, smoothing the pads of his index and middle finger through your slit before letting your dress fall to cover you again.

"What if I am?"

He laughed against your mouth, his chest and belly rumbling on you as he kissed you again, your hands exploring his torso while he worked to unfasten his pants.

You heard the sound of his belt buckle clank on the hardwood floor heavily, and wrapping his arms around your back, Ford lifted you so you locked your legs around his middle, holding onto him by his shoulders with your arms.

Rucking up your short dress once more, Ford laid eyes on your dripping sex, the growl escaping his lips making you feel even more desperate for him to take you.

He pushed through your folds, slowly filling you inch by inch with his wide girth until the stretch became too much and you cried out, clawing at his neck for reprieve.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed, pulling out of you before slamming back in again, bumping you against the drywall hard enough a nearby family photo jumped on the wall.

A few more pumps and your body had relaxed to his size, your wetness allowing him to fill you as deeply as possible and thrust into you again and again easily.

His face rubbed against your neck roughly as he kissed you hard while he fucked you, the scruff of his beard making your nipples peak while his tempo had your breasts bouncing deliciously.

"You in this fucking dress," he hissed, moving one of his hands to tear at the neckline of it, "just begging to get railed."

You were so close to the edge, about to add to your downfall by rocking your hips on him wildly, only to have him stop and pull out of you. He guided your feet to the floor before he kicked out of his trousers, his wet cock wagging crudely in the air as he led you further down the hall toward a large bedroom with only his t-shirt remaining on.

"Is this-" you began to ask, realizing the room he took you to was his brother's, but was cut off by Ford placing his finger to his lips to quiet you.

"Keep it down."

"I thought no one was home?" you whispered, the alarm in your voice making him chuckle.

"Yeah but just in case anyone does come home," he shrugged. "Now turn around and bend over. I want to see that pretty ass of yours."

His words and nonchalance of being caught fucking on his brother's bed had you gasp, the forceful hand he used to spin you to your front adding to your shock.

You placed one knee on the bed, sticking your bum out for him despite your best moral judgment, shuddering as the silky material of your dress slipped up to your hips.

"You're fucking unreal," he praised, driving his leaking cock deep inside you again, making you fall forward slightly and grab a fistful of the expensive bedding.

Ford reached one hand around you and found your clit, rubbing it with perfectly pressured circles as he picked up his pace, his hips slapping against your cheeks loudly, the power in his thrusts making the bed shift slightly on the polished floor.

You met his rhythm by pushing your hips back into him, allowing his head to blow against your g-spot each time, the thrill of being fucked like this and possibly getting caught helping to build your climax along with his expertly honed skills.

He moaned behind you, his breathing and the slowing motions of his hips signaling his oncoming end, his voice strangled when he spoke.

"Are you ready, baby?"

You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him an innocent gaze as your lips hung open and you lifted your ass higher in the air, nodding a few times to show you had never been more ready for anything in your life. His face was red and dewy from his efforts, and he looked like he was about to detonate right then with how you silently begged him.

Ford cursed as he fucked you harder than ever, slamming into you erratically and quickly, the pattern he played on your clit making you cry out.

He pushed your head down into the covers, making you turn your face so you could still breathe, his pace unrelenting as you clenched around him and quaked through your high, your open mouth leaving smears of spit on the duvet.

You felt him pulse inside you, filling you with his hot spend while he proceeded to rail you so hard you knew his load was leaking out of you and would make a mess on the bed.

He didn't stop then, still pressing on your tingling bud, the sensation of his cum on your sensitive walls throwing you into a second orgasm.

About to scream, you covered your mouth with your hand, your whole body shaking as you relaxed again, still rolling yourself on him languidly.

Ford chuckled hoarsely as he removed himself from you carelessly, letting your combined spend spill out of your folds and onto the bed with no intention of cleaning it up.

He gave your ass a playful smack as you stood upright, letting your dress float down over your bum again, watching Ford retreat back to the hallway to get his pants.

You followed him, leaning against the doorway as you admired him tucking his cock that was coated in you back in his pants, his sated smile one you could never get enough of.

"How about a refreshment and then another quick root on the kitchen table?" he grinned, the mischief in his eyes letting you know there wasn't any part of him that was kidding.

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Ford Lampton

The Devil You Know (Ford x female reader, 1st person POV)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Spite In A Sundress (Ford x female reader)

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laurfilijames · 2 years

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The Devil You Know

Part 2

Pairing: Ford Lampton x female reader

Words: 3,991

Warnings: Rated E. 18+. Breaking and entering. Slight non-con themes but all is consensual. Unprotected M/F intercourse. Swearing. Rough sex. Fingering. Asphyxiation. Rough anal sex. Ford is not a good man and reader is a little deranged herself.

Summary: After dreaming all day of Ford and your earlier encounter, you’re surprised, but pleasantly so, to find he returns in the middle of the night to collect more of his payment. Despite your hesitations on whether or not to trust Ford, you find yourself more than willing to give into the primal desires he so easily brings out in you.

A/N: 😅 I don’t even know. He does things to me.

Please do not read this if any of the above warnings are triggering or offensive to you.

Part 1

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I stand before my bathroom mirror, taking in my reflection that is warped through the steam, but not so much that I'm unable to see the marks and bruises left behind from Ford, and I realize this is another way for him to claim me as his.

I showered despite not really wanting to, secretly longing to keep the reminders of him on my skin; his scent, his spend, something that could link me to someone who seemed so in need of a connection and affection, despite everything we did lacking both of those things.

The whole time I stood beneath the water I mulled over what I'd read in the newspaper and the things Ford had said to me, hoping his actions didn't reflect those of a guilty conscience. Everything in my gut told me that Simon had nothing to do with it, but then again appearances can be deceiving…

Still, I refused to think Ford had something to do with it either. Sure, he was a little rough and careless, but that didn't make him capable of such terrible things. There had been whispers of them having had a troubled past, a childhood stolen from them at the hands of their abusive father, and all I could see was a man longing for something he'd been denied his entire life. It could be possible that this would warrant such violent acts, it wouldn't be the first time, but all I wanted to do now was ignore that hint of doubt that lingered inside me and be the one to give him all he wished for. My mind drifted back again to the way he handled me, and it made my stomach flip with excitement. Was it the danger of not really knowing him, the uncertainty of being suspected of something so evil that was getting to me?

I wipe the mirror with a towel to clear it of the remaining steam so I can see the way he so blatantly decorated me, bringing my fingers up to trace where his mouth sucked and bit, and as soon as I touch them, visions of him doing it spark through me. I drop my hand quickly and sigh a shuddered breath.

How can I be so turned on by someone I should be afraid of?

That thought stayed with me for the rest of the night, turning it over in my mind again and again until I couldn't take the torture any more. I lay beneath my covers, my own hands exploring the places I was so in need for Ford to touch instead, eventually falling asleep with my thoughts and body numb from too much of him.

It was as if my mind could sense something before it even happened, calling to me in my subconscious as I slept, urging me to wake up and be alert. I hear a crack, a sound I'm not familiar with, and I silently sit up in bed and listen as carefully as I can.

A moment passes and when I don't hear anything else I stand and walk over to my bedroom door, standing beside the frame with my back pressed against the wall as if I am some fucking detective. But unlike a cop, I am weaponless, left to my own two hands to defend myself if necessary, and I pray to a god I don't believe in that it isn't the case. After a ridiculous amount of time passes with no other sounds heard, I decide to ignore my intuition and not feed into this irrational fear. The noise was likely a branch scratching against the side of the house in the wind, I convince myself as I pad through to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. The house was secure, no one was getting in.

I pull open the cupboard and reach for a glass, flicking on the tap to fill it, letting the cool water glide down my throat in a refreshing and calming way.

I place the empty cup down on the counter and as I begin to turn around, my senses are overwhelmed with instant fear, but I have no time to react. As soon as my mind registers there is a presence close to me, I feel the bulky form wrap around me, giving me no time to respond to the attack.

A hand covers my mouth to muffle my shouts, and a heavy arm folds across my waist so tight I feel like I am going to be sick.

"I told you I'd be back," the familiar voice whispers in my ear in a calm way, contrasting from the threatening manner he is holding me, but I still squirm for my freedom even though there is an ounce of relief in knowing it is Ford.

I struggle against him, but I know there is no way he is letting me go unless I settle down, so I take a series of deep breaths and focus on the feel of his warm body covering mine, inhaling the scent of the heated skin on his hand. I feel myself calm simply by focusing on him; the man who broke into my house in the middle of the night and is holding me so that I won't run, and I curse myself for even enjoying it.

"Good girl," he praises in my ear, his lips brushing the tender skin on my neck as he uncovers my mouth, my moan of pleasure escaping out into the otherwise silent kitchen. "I didn't mean to scare you," he says, which replaces my mixed emotions of fear and desire with anger.

"Then why the fuck did you break in?" I blurt, turning around to face him.

His hands remain on my hips in a possessive way, and he squeezes them as if warning me, yet he is smiling and his blue eyes twinkle in the orange glow from the streetlights coming in through the window.

"I was out for a run and wanted to collect my payment." His dimples deepen in his cheeks as he grins at me, and that arousal mixed with a small amount of fear rushes through my body and sets me ablaze just as it did the first time he was standing in my kitchen.

I look him over, confirming that he clearly had been running; dressed in a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off that was darkened with sweat and a pair of jogging pants, his face and neck decorated with drops of moisture.

"Do you always run this late?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him, trying not to give myself away with how my nipples have hardened and my body is slowly gravitating toward him.

"No, not always," he says with a crooked grin. "But Si couldn't sleep and what are big brothers for if not comforting their little one when their life is shattering before their eyes."

He raises his eyebrows at me when I don't answer and I shrug. "I guess you're a very good brother, then."

"You don't know the half of it," he replies, and again my thoughts shift over to the insane possibility of the two of them teaming up to commit a murder.

I back away, which only makes Ford take a step forward to keep the distance between us the same, and my heart begins to pound in my chest and makes me feel dizzy. It isn't out of fear as much as the thrill of knowing he will chase me if I did break away from him, and I know my mind and instincts are cursing my foolish heart.

Abandoning all reason, I brush past him quickly and head down the hall toward my bedroom, and although I am fast, Ford is faster.

I hear him growl and before I know it he is right behind me again, grabbing hold of me and spinning me around so my back slams against the wall. I gasp out, my lungs devoid of any air that was in them and I struggle to suck in more. His large hands capture my wrists and bring them up over my head, his vast thigh settling between mine in a way that urges my body to grind on him. My chest heaves in front of his face and I hope he will dominate me again with a selfish need that I've never experienced in a man before.

"You should’ve got away when you had the chance," he dares to chuckle as he pants in my face, his stomach now pressed up against mine, the smell of his sweat making me drunk. He gathers both of my wrists in his one hand to allow his other to trail down my side, his fingers hooking in the waist of my panties to yank them down.

He strokes between my folds and I press myself down to increase the pressure, desperate for him to feel what he is doing to me, and the action makes my arms tug in his hold and causes him to tighten his grip on me even more.

A laugh escapes out of my mouth, a crazed one that I don't recognize as my own, one that is fueled by adrenaline and lust and the raw need for him to toy with the line between pleasure and pain.

"I don't think you'd be laughing if you knew the things I've done, the things I'm capable of," he says in a rough voice, his eyes locked on my parted lips.

"I'm willing to find out."

The statement is bold and I know I've said it out of this inebriation he creates in me, but it has the effect I was hoping for, and just as I finish trailing my tongue over my bottom lip Ford crashes against me with his and steals my breath with the most intense kiss.

He releases my arms and I automatically wrap them around his neck, his arms now free to help in guiding my naked legs to wrap around his waist. My hands roam everywhere on him they possibly can, his hair, his face, down his damp back, all in an attempt to draw him closer to me.

I'm completely lost in how he feels against me, the heat and heaviness of his body pushing on mine, the way his tongue tastes and feels, the way his beard makes my chin and lips burn in a way I hope I never forget.

Just when I think I can fall into bliss simply from this, I feel him tug his pants down, his hard cock springing up to slap against my dripping core and I moan as I break the seal of our mouths. He squats slightly to gain access to me, gripping his girth to guide it to my entrance and once he's there, he thrusts forward and fills me in one go. The size of him stretches me so much, and I'm reminded of how sore I am from our previous encounter, the aching sensitivity making my head fall back to thud against the wall as I cry out and claw into his shoulders.

His lips attack my neck and chest, and I can hear his frustration through a growl that my breasts are still covered by my tank top, so he whisks if off of me in a hurry and wastes no time in continuing his exploration with his mouth at the same time he bucks into me with brute strength.

Within moments I'm at the brink, chasing the heat that billows up from deep inside me with every hit of his cock on the spot that has me blinded by white light, the world around me falling away. I lean forward, my head falling onto his shoulder as he fucks into me harder, my walls strangling him in spasms I've never felt so intensely before.

I feel Ford walking, and I realize he's moving to my bedroom when I blink into awareness again, gasping when he chucks my weak body onto the bed. I watch him through hazed eyes as he removes his shirt, his naked body crawling above me, the look on his face full of confliction.

He grabs my chin with his hand so I'm forced to look at him, and once again his ferocity pulls a smile out of me.

"I think you're enjoying this far too much," he hisses in my face, and I respond by lifting my hips to graze my soaked and greedy folds against his throbbing cock, making me wonder if he's going to attempt to make me regret any of this.

Ford sits back on his heels and pulls my legs around his, pushing my thighs down so I'm spread as wide as possible for him, and my heart jumps at the way he looks at me. I can see something soft cross over his features and for a moment I think maybe he won't be as brutal, but then his eyes darken when he grips underneath me and spears into me again. The pace he sets is unrelenting and unforgiving, and the whole bed shakes and hits the wall from the unhinged power he uses to ruin me. I grin again, unable to hide how this makes me feel, and when Ford reaches forward to wrap his thick fingers around my throat I bring one of mine up to cover his, welcoming the intimacy of his hand pressing on my windpipe.

"You're asking for it," he warns, but he can't help but grin too, and soon I'm meeting my hips to his pounding force, constantly asking for all he can give me.

The more he slides in and out of my wetness the closer I get to tumbling over the edge again, and fuck do I ever want it. The combination of his force and the pressure on my neck has my head swimming, my body aching and tingling from head to toe, and I know he can tell how close I am to falling apart around him.

Releasing the control he has on my breathing, his hand drops, the pad of his thumb landing on my swollen clit and he circles hard on it, making me let out a strangled cry that is cut off when he pulls out of me and stares me down with an intense look.

Ford brings his wet, oozing head to my puckered hole and nudges against it ever so slightly, causing me to arch my back off the bed and bring my knees higher toward my chest, giving him permission to carry on.

"I don't know if you'll be able to handle that," he grins, pushing into me a little more, his thumb still massaging expertly on my bud.

"Please, Ford," I beg, needing this, needing him, eager for him to inflict the most amazing kind of suffering on me.

A wicked grin crosses his lips as he enters me further, and I gasp out at the intense stretching sensation, my eyelids falling shut, gripping the bed sheets beside me with white knuckles as I brace for more. Ford stops and my eyes flash open again.

"You're not wet enough," he says in a low tone. "I wouldn't want to hurt you." His eyes flicker up from my parted legs, his eyebrows rising on his forehead as if the words he says only hold half the truth, and the look he gives me makes my stomach lurch, my next breath hitching in my throat as he drives two fingers inside my core that is still sufficiently soaked to coat them. He drags my wetness down to my waiting hole, inserting one finger and then the other, prepping me as much as he is willing to. I moan out and arch my back, falling back on the bed in frustration when he abandons me again.

"So desperate for it," he chuckles, spitting into his hand and giving his length a few harsh pumps to add more lubrication, and he lines up again to push inside me and fill me to the hilt. Tears spring out of my eyes, but somehow I manage to smile through it, relishing in the way he stretches me out in a pleasurably painful way. "Fuck, that ass is so tight," he praises me, his words blanketing over me like a drug.

It feels so good, every nerve in my body awake and ignited as he thrusts in and out of me, his own sounds of satisfaction mixing in with mine.

Still, I want more. I clench my walls around nothing, my folds leaking and begging to be tended to again, and I move to bring my hand down to provide myself what I need.

"I don't think so," Ford warns, grabbing my wrist to pin it down on the mattress. He leans close to me, bringing his body further under my hips so he stays in me completely, and captures my lips in a rough kiss. I rub my core against his belly, still trying to get everything I am so greedy for, making him pull away to look at me with a searing gaze. "Is that what you want?"

I nod quickly, a small whimper leaving my mouth as he flexes inside me and moves his hand that had been holding my wrist to pinch my right nipple between his fingers. He takes his other hand that hasn't been tainted and runs it along my folds, my body instantly quivering to his touch, and he smiles at my quick response. Teasing me, he drags his thick fingers up and down my begging lips as he continues to pump in and out of me, finally ending my misery when he hooks them inside me and begins massaging my g-spot, his wide thumb circling my clit once more.

It's not long before I'm tumbling into my orgasm, the inevitable wave of blazing ecstasy barrelling through me, my arms reaching up to wrap around his neck to pull us closer together and him deeper inside me with both his cock and his fingers. He works harder, realizing how close I am, and I begin to clench around him as I fuck his hand in the same hard pace he uses to fuck me. My unbound cries fill the air as I explode beneath him, strangling his cock and soaking his hand, and through my blind rapture I feel him being dragged along with me. His hand that isn't stroking me through my high grips hard onto my hip to meet his pounding thrusts, and his cock pulses inside my thin walls, his growls and rough grunts overpowering my noises. The fullness his hot spend creates in me makes me dizzy and weak, my body squeezing him in the aftershocks of what he's given me to finish milking out his own climax. My hands slip on his sweaty skin, and I take a moment to catch my breath and bask in the twisted arrangement we created with each other, my body once again winning against the warnings of my mind.

Ford hovers over me still, panting, his face covered in drops of sweat that are no longer the result of his run, and I silently will for him to kiss me as he stares at my own parted lips. His head turns to the side, his eyes now fixed on the doorway to my ensuite, and he slips out of me, my body sore but missing his presence already.

"We should shower," he declares, climbing off the bed and walking casually to the bathroom as if it is his to do so. After a moment I follow, wanting to be near him again despite my best judgments.

I step in the shower behind him, the heat of the water making the saltiness of his skin more pronounced, and I inhale the scent of his sweat and our combined sex, wanting to memorize it before it is washed away.

Ford takes the bar of soap off the ledge, roughly rubbing it between his thick hands, and places it back once he accumulates enough lather. He begins to scrub his body, quick and carelessly, making me want to bathe him in a tenderness I know he has never experienced. I reach around him for the soap, watching him run his fingers through his buzzed hair, his muscles tense. Carefully, I place my hands on his shoulders and he freezes, his skin flinching slightly to my touch, looking over his shoulder at me with a cautious expression; like an animal ready to strike or flee, so I wait. I feel him sigh, his hands beginning to move over his body again, a signal for me to continue. I card my hands soothingly across his back, my lips gently following suit, and with each kiss and caress I can feel him relax.

He turns around to face me, holding my face in each of his palms, looking at me with a tenderness in his eyes that reflect what I imagine is only a fraction of the things his mind and soul are tortured by. I can't resist, moving forward to kiss him deeply, our bodies meshing together so naturally under the stream of water. He returns each pass of my tongue on his with fervor, and I know he needs this from me, hoping that being here brings him solace from everything happening outside the safety of my house.

Ford takes a step forward, forcing me to back against the shower wall, losing my balance enough so I have to rely on him for support, his strong arms catching me. One hand wraps under my thigh, lifting it up around his hip, the other holding onto the small of my back with reassuring pressure. A quivering breath pushes out of my lungs when I feel his revived hardness bump against my still-sensitive core, but the contact immediately makes my body respond to accept more from him.

"You're looking to get fucked again, aren't you?" he asks against my lips as his own breaks out into a smile.

I nod as I rub against him, desperate for more, but that isn't a good enough answer, his demeanor quickly changing from soft to devilish in an instant. "Tell me," he demands, pressing the hard head of his cock against my tender clit.

"I want you to fuck me, Ford," I get out in a breathy voice, my own words sending arousal through my needy body. He smiles at me again, getting ready to enter me, but pauses when I spread my legs apart wider and add, "Hard."

He spears into me as he chuckles out, and once he's buried deep he stops again, tilting his head to look at me, his words throaty when he speaks.

"Can you do something for me?"

The way he feels inside me is so exquisite I couldn't imagine saying no even if I wanted to, and before I'm able to think twice about what I'm agreeing to, I say yes.

He gives me a warm smile and uses his thumb to wipe a streak of water off my cheek. "If anyone asks," he begins, his voice melting over me as his cock flexes inside me. "I was here all night."

A sobering panic floods me and I swallow thickly, my eyes widening as the corners of his wrinkle at my reaction, but I take only a moment to form my decision in fulfilling his favour.

I breathe out slowly, accepting whatever will come from choosing ignorance, praying my voice doesn't shake and betray my effort to hide my fear.

"Then you better be here all night."

I move my hips, prompting him to follow suit, taking in the relief and joyous lunacy on his face as I take every inch of him, knowing I will willingly give him anything he desires to take from me.

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The Devil You Know

Pairing: Ford Lampton x female reader

Words: 3,419

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Anal play, fingering. Unprotected, rough, consensual intercourse (although bordering on being non-con) Mentions of murder.

Summary: You call up Ford Lampton to cut down a tree in your yard, only to find you succumbing to his persistent advances. You learn of the possibility of him being a suspect in a local murder, but don't allow your fear to outweigh your desire for him.

A/N: This fic is based on a character that Dean plays in a five episode series called The Bad Seed, and needless to say I’ve become only a little obsessed with him playing a bad boy.

It started out as a fic written only for my own enjoyment, but a few have shown interest so I'm being brave and sharing this with you. This is my first ever 1st person POV fic, which was a delight to write in for a change.

Please do not read if any of the mentioned warnings are triggering or offensive to you.

Photos by me.

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It was simple, I needed a tree cut down. So why was it such a struggle to dial the number of the best arborist in town and press the button to put the call through?

Well, that was because it wasn't just any tree cutting service with reputable mentions; it was Ford Lampton, who came with a reputation of his own, and it wasn't a very good one.

Living in the same town for years I'd seen him around many times, drinking at the local pub or going for runs by my house with his brother. He was a little rough around the edges, especially compared to his polished brother who happened to be the best Obstetrician in the area. Any time I ran into Ford he gave me that classic grin, the one that pulled his dimples out on either side of his scruffy face, and it always made heat pour into my core and long to know how much the roughness would burn my skin.

"Lampton Tree Services," his buttered voice that didn't quite suit his appearances answered, pulling me out of my thoughts.

After a quick conversation about what I needed done, the call ended. It was just my luck that he happened to have time in his schedule tomorrow, and the thought that maybe he had pushed everything else aside in order to make room to attend to my needs briefly crossed my mind.

Was I wrong in thinking he sounded almost excited about the job? I swear I could hear him smile through the phone, causing a flush to wash over me, and I smoothed my hands over my hair to get it out of my face and regain composure.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

My stomach flipped when I heard his yute pull into the driveway, and I stood at the window watching as he unloaded his climbing gear and chainsaws.

He looked just as fuckable as the last time I'd clapped eyes on him; his worn, plaid shirt hugging his thick muscles tightly, his hair cropped close to his head that he ran his large hands through before he gathered everything in his well-worked arms and made his way to the back of the yard.

I moved through the house to the back patio door, trying to steady myself as I went, and slid the door open to step out into the sticky humidity of the January day.

Ford stood at the base of the tree evaluating the job, and turned when he heard me approach.

"Hi," he said with a crooked grin, his crystal blue eyes almost twinkling as he very obviously looked at my form that was hugged tightly by my dress.

I ignored the flutter in my stomach and smiled back, "I see you found the tree okay."

"Yeah, she's rotten alright," he confirmed, beginning to secure his harness around him that so nicely accentuated the bulge in his pants. I licked my lips, my mouth feeling dry, and thankfully he spoke again before I was forced to. "It shouldn't take me very long, maybe an hour."

"Okay, great!" I nodded and smiled, "Just let me know if you need anything," I added, secretly hoping he would catch the underlying message of 'anything' meaning me.

He nodded and tucked his lower lip between his teeth, his gaze burning me more than the heat of the sun was, and I could feel him still watching me as I sauntered back to the house.

After pouring myself a glass of water I stood leaning against the counter, trying not to simply stare out the window the entire time to admire the strong form currently scaling up my tree. Instead, I picked up the newspaper I couldn't focus on reading earlier due to my concentration being strictly stuck on the fantasies of how this encounter with Ford would play out.

I unfolded the paper so I was able to glance over the front page, and my heart caught in my throat when I read the headline plastered at the top;

Local Doctor and Family Top Suspects in Murder

My pulse quickened as I continued reading. I'd heard about the murder of course, but I didn't expect to see Ford's younger brother listed as a suspect. The last time I bumped into Ford at the pub he had mentioned his most recent breakup and that he was moving temporarily into his brother's house, and I wondered if he was still living with them.

The sound of the tree crashing to the ground startled me, and I turned to walk over to the patio door to see Ford smiling at me with pride at accomplishing the job.

There was no way…

I busied myself in the kitchen to pass the time it took for him to saw the tree into logs small enough to haul away or burn, washing dishes and wiping the countertop down in a daze as I mulled over the impossible notion that the Lampton brothers were capable of murder.

"All done!" Ford announced, sliding open the door, effectively causing me to jump out of my skin. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he chuckled, flashing me a grin that made my heart beat even faster.

"No, no, it's fine!" I fibbed, smoothing my hand over my hair before collecting it to rest over my shoulder and off my neck. "How did it go?"

His eyes followed my movements, and I noticed a change in his eyes when he made contact with mine again.

"Good, yeah. I'll take the larger logs away with me and can leave some smaller pieces for firewood if you'd like." He paused, and I saw his eyes dart over to the newspaper still sitting on the counter. "I tell you what though, it's hotter than sin out there." He stepped into the house as if he owned the place with a slight grin on his lips, mixing my emotions of fear and arousal together in a frenzy,

"Sorry, I'm so rude. What can I get you to drink?" I asked, remembering my manners.

"I could murder a beer."

I paused with my hand on the refrigerator door, his words echoing in my head. "If you'll join me in one, of course," he added, likely sensing my hesitation.

Retrieving two perfectly chilled beers and closing the door with my hip, I turned and looked at him with a smile to try to disguise my nerves.

He reached for the bottle I handed out to him and his thick fingers brushed my hand, and it felt as though electricity jolted through my entire body.

"Cheers," he said, using his large hand to twist off the cap and toss it onto the counter, knocking his bottle against mine.

"Cheers," I replied before taking a sip of the amber liquid, praying it brought calm to me with each swallow.

I walked over and posted up on my usual spot against the counter and began peeling the label on my bottle as Ford's piercingly blue eyes stared me down, his gaze making me feel fidgety.

He took a step toward me but stopped and reached for the paper, spinning it around and sliding it closer to him to read the headline.

“Been doing some reading, have we?” He tapped his middle finger on it twice before taking another step closer, his head tipped to the side almost in mock curiosity as he waited for me to respond.

"Yeah, but it's just the paper, there's always heaps of nonsense in there." I blurted out, watching as his smile grew. "It's not true though, is it?"

"Do you believe it could be true?" Ford asked, placing the bottle he quickly drained down on the counter.

"No, of course not," I stammered out, his proximity making me squirm.

He was now in front of me with his arms braced on the counter on either side of my body, his face inches from mine. He was breathing heavily, his broad chest heaving as he inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, almost like he was holding something back. His jaw was clenched together tight, and I could feel the heat from his body pouring off of him. I closed my eyes and breathed, inhaling his scent in the process, which didn't help bring me the resolve I'd hoped.

When I opened my eyes again, he was staring at me with a feral look, one that hinted at things pent up and begging for release.

"Do I make you nervous?" he asked, his voice low and rough, the sound and his look making more wetness stain my panties.

"No," I lied, seeing his pulse pounding in his neck, matching my own heart rate that hammered away in my chest.

"Maybe you should be," he chuckled, the contrast of his words and the humour he found in them making my head swim.

I don't know how I dared to do what I did next, but something possessed me to extend my hand to touch his body, carding it over his wide torso, feeling the dampness of the weather and his work sticking his shirt to his skin. Ford exhaled again, this time with a low growl following it that only increased my want to hear what other noises he could produce.

Before I could find out, he spoke again.

"Turn around," he said quietly, his eyes flickering back and forth from my lips to my eyes.

I opened my mouth to question what he wanted, but was taken by surprise when he spun me around effortlessly and slammed my upper body down against the counter.

“Ford, what are you doing?” I panted out in panic, my hot cheek cooling slightly as soon as it contacted the cold of the marble.

“Taking what I want."

His words made me shiver and I could feel my pulse drumming in my ear as it lay against the hard surface. I tried to move but Ford only held me down more, laying his body over mine heavily as he moved his face close to mine again to whisper in my ear, "Getting the things I deserve..." His breath was hot on my skin, but not as much as his hand was that slowly trailed up the back of my leg.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified, unsure what he was capable of unleashing on me; if I would be able to stop him if things went too far, or if he'd even listen if I did beg for him to, but at the same time I felt a rush of adrenaline run through me and I could feel the slick from my core make my panties slide against my aching lips when my legs moved as much as they could.

Never have I felt more conflicted, my mind begging me to try to run, screaming at me that this was everything bad and wrong and I shouldn't be letting this happen, but at the same time it also disagreed. I longed for him touch me and provide me with untamed pleasure, knowing I would happily go along with anything he demanded.

I moaned when he lifted my dress over my bum, his fingers gently dancing up the curve of my cheek, an approving sound leaving his mouth and I know it's because he noticed my white see-through thong embroidered with flowers that were no longer doing a good job at feigning my innocence.

He gripped at them and slid them down to fall at my bare feet and I felt a string of my arousal break away and drip down my thigh. All I can hear is our combined breathing, full of anticipation and want, mine laced with the thrill of allowing this man to use me how he wants without much say in the matter.

I gasp when I feel him slip his fingers between my legs, running them through my folds, another malicious chuckle sounding behind me. As soon as he had appeared there he was gone again, and soon enough I knew why.

"Fuck, I knew you'd taste this good," he praises after licking my essence from his fingers, making me wish he'd use his mouth instead. Then my eyes catch the newspaper laying beside my face and my mind goes back to warning me that Ford could take more than just pleasure from me.

Still, my body betrays my mind, and I arch my back to push out my ass to him as an invitation.

I hear him hum and it rumbles through him, his fingers moving to enter me again in a gentle way, making my fear vanish with each soft stroke. How can someone bad make you feel this good?

"Ford…" I whine out, gripping onto the ledge of the counter for dear life as he rims my puckered hole with his thumb, spreading my arousal to lubricate it enough to push inside. I recall the size of it, the width of his thumb sparking something in my brain when his hand wrapped around the beer bottle, and now I'm more than convinced with how big it truly is as he probes it in and out of my tightest spot. Now my mind wanders to how big his cock likely is based on what I've seen of the rest of him and I clench my walls around nothing, my body seeking for something to fill my too-wet and waiting core.

"I can tell you think this is wrong," he says hoarsely as he continues to fuck my ass with his thumb. "That you know I might be dangerous…" he trails off and I whimper more beneath him. "But I can also tell you like it...like the possibility that I might not be a good man, that I could hurt you…"

Ford abandons my body, and I'm able to glance over my shoulder to see him unzip his pants and let his cock spring free from his boxers. He's huge; heavy and swollen and I can see cum already leaking from the head, and I swallow thickly at the same time I spread my legs for him.

He brings himself close to me again, his coarse hairs brushing against my cheeks, leaning forward again to speak into my ear, "And I just might hurt you."

With that, he grips one of my cheeks to move it apart and pushes against my entrance with his bulbous head, breaking through my soaked folds in one motion. He doesn't allow any time for me to adjust to being stretched out completely by his girth, and within a few seconds he is slamming his hips into the back of me with an unrelenting force. His threat repeats itself in my mind and it excites and terrifies me at the same time, and right now I welcome him to take me as roughly as he wants to.

It's clear he is using me only for his complete pleasure, not touching me anywhere else other than holding my hips to meet his thrusts, but each drag of his cock in my cervix has me tipping ever closer to the edge.

"Ford…" I whine, but it's not one requesting him to stop. He obviously thinks it is, and it only makes him fuck me harder and I quickly turn into a weak mess of limbs as I succumb to his assualt. I feel a smile somehow manage to form on my lips, and some spit drools out of my mouth onto the smooth surface below me as I drown in ecstasy and the thrill of him taking me this way.

I want to see him, to look at him while he ruins me, and when I make my request to turn around I'm a bit shocked when he allows it to happen. He reluctantly pulls out of me and waits impatiently as I make my jellied legs move, but I'm not fast enough for his liking. Ford grips my waist and hauls me onto the counter, pushing my legs apart and drives back into me hard. I claw into the back of his neck as I get used to the different sensation, my clit now getting the attention it was pulsing for as his belly hits it with every blow.

I edge closer to him to allow him access to the very depth of me, and I know he's enjoying the change in position too. I tug at his shirt that is even damper now from his efforts, and again to my surprise he allows it to be discarded somewhere in the kitchen. His bare chest heaves and I take a moment to smooth my hands over the impossibly curly hairs and the muscles covered by thick skin. I want to kiss him, or rather for him to kiss me, but I know that would be drawing the line in what he wants this to be, so I offer him my chest and push my breasts toward him where he eagerly peels my dress down to gather at my waist where it is already bunched up. I can smell my perfume more now that my body feels like it is completely on fire, and it mixes in the most alluring way with what our bodies and sex have produced, creating a wrongfully unique scent that intoxicates me further. Finally, his mouth attacks my chest with aggressive but wonderful bites and kisses, his teeth tugging at my nipples in turn to send me tumbling to my end. All I can hear through the sound of his grunts and my cries is the sloppy wetness between my legs as he doesn't let up in using what my body has so gladly given to him, and in that moment he drags me with him into oblivion as he paints my walls in harsh spurts and I bare down on him in fluttering squeezes. Both of his hands wrap into my hair and pull harshly as he comes undone, the tingling it creates on my scalp adding to every nerve that is still firing through my body.

I can't help myself with the way he's looking now that we finished and are basking in the glow of such sinful pleasure, and I reach up to cup his face with my hands and bring my mouth inches away from his, the after-effects of my orgasm making me brave the risk. His features have softened, and he looks at me with vulnerability and pain that I can't begin to understand. I brush my lips over his bottom one, inviting him to reciprocate and my heart nearly stops when he does; crashing into me like I'm his saviour from whatever horrible things he's encountered.

To my disappointment the moment is fleeting, his phone ringing in the pocket of his pants that are at his feet and he pulls away from me in an angry rush.

I gasp at the loss of him, his cock leaving me along with his warm cum as it spills out of my sensitive heat, and he growls under his breath as he yanks his pants up and grabs his phone.

He glances over at me with a look of annoyance, making my throat feel dry.

"It's Simon, I need to go," he says matter of factly, setting his phone down on the counter where it continues to vibrate non stop from one call after the other from his brother as he shrugs back into his shirt.

I nod, feeling slightly in shock and not knowing what to do now that this is done, and then I realize my half of the transaction hasn't been finished.

"I still have to pay you," I get out with little emotion, still sitting in my over-fucked haze on the counter, barely dressed and totally disheveled.

"I'll get my payment later," Ford assures me, a dangerous look showing in his eyes once more.

I can't understand why, but I smile at his words, and hope that he comes looking for more than just money when I see him next.

Before I can ask questions as to how or when, he leaves out the patio door, grabs his gear and soon I listen to his truck pull away.

The newspaper gawks at me, and all I can think of is how much I want Ford Lampton to fuck the life out of me again as I flip it over and toss it away.

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