A/N: I know this chapter is a little bit shorter than the others, but I doubt you'll mind because (in the words of Rihanna) this is what you came for. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Betty stepped into the warmth of the trailer, eyes fixed on FP. Using the crook of his finger, he pulled Betty into him until her soaked tank top was brushing his bare chest. She let out the smallest gasp as his warm hands snaked up her body and cupped the back of her neck, rough thumb pads grazing her soft, damp cheeks.

Her body was shivering, but Betty knew it wasn't from the cold. That musky sandalwood scent wrapped itself around her until she was dizzy and painfully aroused. Hands now resting on her hips, he leaned his face to hers and slowly rubbed the bridge of his nose against her jawline, sending more shivers down her spine as his warm huff of breath connected with her neck.

His voice now almost pure gravel, he questioned softly in her ear, "Are you sure? Because this is not a one time deal, Betty. I'm not going to be able to only have you once. So you have to be sure."

A flash of guilt bloomed in her heart like an unwanted weed, but the heat that radiated from where she felt his breath on his ear burnt it up instantly. Eyes closed in pleasure, she let out a breathy "Yes," and ran her hands up his chest, fingertips lightly brushing through the smattering of soft hair on his defined chest. Warm and under her hands, FP felt so solid.

Her fingertips were so sensitive, almost electrified and she slowly ran her hands down the planes of his stomach to the edge of his waistband. Betty's eyes followed her hands and with a jolt of pleasure saw that FP's sweatpants were tented and his dick was straining against the thin fabric. She literally salivated at the sight and, bolder than she had ever been, palmed his cock, loving the thick weight of it against her hands. FP let out a half-groan, half-growl and wrapped his hand fully around her delicate wrist.

With a wry smile on his face, he gently pulled her hand off of him and said with a chuckle, "No baby, we need to take care of you first. Come here." His hands gripped the hem of her soaked tank top and pulled it off her chilled body. His eyes flashed with heat and he let out a low groan as her achingly full breasts bounced into place. "Fuck, I knew they'd be perfect. Cherry pink and perfect."

His hand shot out and pulled her with him as he walked back to the low blue couch behind him. Cock still straining against his sweatpants, he settled into a sitting position as Betty stood topless in front of him. His eyes roved over her body like he was a starved man who was finally about to eat. She felt powerful.

FP let out a heavy breathed and said, "Betty, baby, come here. I need to touch you."

In control and loving it, Betty slowly dragged a hand up her body and cupped her breast. Taking her nipple in her fingers, she bit her lip and raised her eyes to his. FP, completely mesmerized with her, growled.

Groaning and rubbing his dick through his sweatpants, he said, "My girl knows what she's doing. Now, come here."

He leaned forward, grabbed her hand, and pulled her onto him so she was straddled over his straining cock. Inches from his face, she looked at his lush mouth and bit her lip. His hand cupped the back of her head and brought her to him, so he was a breath away from her mouth.

"I've wanted to do this for fucking years," he said directly into her mouth. Before she could even form a thought, he pulled her down to him, lips crashing against hers with need and lust and want. Settling her body as close to his as she could physically get, her tongue jutted out to meet his. He moaned deeply into her mouth as he moved one hand to fully cup her ass, the other finally playing with her aching nipple.

Desperately needing to feel him, she grinded her hips against his as he deepened the kiss to the point where they were sharing breath between them. Moving his lips to her jawbone, then her neck, then her collarbone, he left a trail of heat and goosebumps as he kissed his way to her breasts. Aching for his mouth, she arched her back, a silent plea that had pleasure filling FP's eyes and she saw a small smile settle on his mouth. He cupped her breasts with his hands and ran his thumbs over both hardened nipples simultaneously, drawing a whimper from Betty.

He moaned in response and gritted out, "Those little noises of yours are going to be the end of me."

In the next instant, FP lowered his lush lips and took Betty's throbbing nipple into his mouth. A long, low moan erupted from Betty as she threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him to take her more fully into his mouth. His tongue lightly grazed over the hardened peak while he sucked, forcing her to grind her jean-clad hips over his crotch just for an ounce of relief. He switched back and forth between breasts several times until her desperation got the best of her. Impatience rose as hot as her need and she pulled away from him and groaned in frustration.

"These pants are coming off right fucking now," she growled under her breath. She scooted off his lap and was fumbling with her jeans button, more desperate than she had ever been in her life. With that sexy smirk that she'd come to savor, FP chuckled low in his throat and sat up, his face now right at crotch-level.

"Easy, baby," he said with a smile. "Let me help you."

His warm hands covered hers and placed them on his shoulders. His competent hands made quick work of her stubborn jeans' button and kissed her goose-pebbled skin right above her waistband as he slowly unzipped her zipper, millimeter by millimeter, staring directly at her.

She smiled broadly and ran her fingertips over his scalp, through his hair. Feeling her heart swell, she decided it was time to be honest and earnest. "I'm happy and there's nowhere else I'd rather be right now, FP."

A small smile formed on his lush lips and he leaned forward to rest his forehead on the swell of her stomach. Feeling his exhale on her skin, he said in a fervent whisper only meant for her ears, "Me too, Betty - me too."

His finger tips curved around her waistband and slowly pulled her jeans down, kissing every inch of her skin as it became exposed. Betty was breathing in little huffs now, tiny little groans punctuating each of his kisses as his mouth traveled further south. As he reached the apex of her pussy, she was at her breaking point. "Get me out of these pants now, FP," she begged through gritted teeth.

She could see his cock physically throb in response as he lightly nipped her skin. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he slid her jeans and panties down to her ankles. She quickly stepped out of them and kicked them aside, laying herself completely bare in front of FP. A spark of nerves flared in her, but were quickly pushed aside as FP growled and ran his hands up the back of her thighs. He pulled her left leg up so it was settled over his shoulder, positioning his face right where she needed him most.

Running a knuckle up and down her soaked slit, Betty and FP groaned in unison. Pained with need, she looked down at him with begging eyes and pleaded, "FP, please." In a flash, he slid a thick finger into her aching pussy as his tongue settled on her swollen clit, expertly flicking and rubbing in perfect time with each other.

"Oh, fuck yes," Betty moaned loudly, heat flashing behind her eyes and FP played her like she was a goddamn fiddle. His flat, wide tongue connected with the sweet spot on her clit. She didn't think it was possible, but he slid another finger into her tight pussy and she whimpered in response.

"So. Fucking. Sweet." he said in between punctuated licks. Betty ran her fingers through his hair and felt her hips start grinding in time with his fingers and tongue. She could feel the heat and light building behind her eyes, delicious pressure building across every nerve in her body.

She could feel FP smile on her clit and chuckle. "Impatient girl," he said lovingly.

A smile bloomed on her face, head tossed back in pleasure. "Hush," she responded. Hips grinding earnestly in response, she picked up the pace, fucking his fingers and his tongue with equal measure.

The pressure started building again, low in her stomach and quickly spreading through her body, filling her up bottom to top. Moaning and gasping for breath with every flick, FP wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, instantaneously pushing her over the edge. Light, heat and pleasure wracked her body and she could feel her pussy spasming over FP's fingers. She let out a low moan as he lapped her up, savoring the taste of her.

Legs shaky, she leaned on FP for balance as she caught her breath. His head quickly lifted and caught her lips in a fierce kiss. Betty could taste herself on his lips and moaned low into his mouth. In a swift movement, FP scooped Betty into his arms, lifting them off the couch and made a beeline for the bedroom.

"Fucking Christ, I need to be in you right now," FP groaned into her ear. Legs wrapped firmly around his waist, Betty smiled before she leaned down and sucked on FP's earlobe. His quick gasp of breath was all the encouragement she needed, so she sent her tongue up the line of his ear, gently nipping him with her teeth.

FP lightly smacked her ass in response and said, "Better watch yourself little girl, or this is going to be over before it's even started."

She let out a light laugh as he threw her onto the worn duvet on the queen-sized bed.

"Oh really?" she responded with a challenge in her eye. She raised a single eyebrow and jokingly asked, "Can't take the heat, old man?"

FP's own eyebrow raised in response and she saw the laughter behind his eyes. "Old man? Is that what you think I am?" Eyebrow still raised, he tilted his head in challenged and pushed his sweatpants down to his ankles. His cock sprang to attention and a small, round "O" instantly formed on Betty's lips. She took a moment to fully take in the sight of him.

FP was pure man - strong, built legs and thighs leading up to a flat plane of stomach and a defined chest covered lightly with curling hair. Strong shoulders made their way into thick forearms and eventually to FP's hands. "Sweet Christ, his hands," Betty thought. She could write a fucking anthology of poetry about his hands. Those hands that had just expertly made her come all over them. She bit her lip and raised her eyes to his. The light behind his eyes and broad smirk had a smile blooming on her face.

"That was the most satisfying eye-fuck I've ever had the pleasure of being apart of," he said to her, smirk in full effect. A quick blush rose to her cheeks. She laughed and covered her face with her hands, embarrassed after being caught blatantly checking him out.

She heard his laughter ring out and felt his warm hands wrap around her ankles. He pulled her down the bed until she was once again close to him, wrapped in the scent of him - the classic sandalwood and something now much more male, something pure FP. She sat up on the edge of the bed just as leaned down to kiss her full on the mouth, hands winding through her still-damp hair.

Breaking the kiss for a quick series of pecks on her neck, he laughed into her ear, "Betty baby, don't be embarrassed. I can promise you that the feeling is very mutual."

Warmth spread out all over her body, a blush once again rising to her cheeks, but for a completely different reason. Feeling emboldened by his response, she scooted forward until she was face-first with his thick cock, positions reversed from where they were just minutes before. Looking up at him with a smile, she softly cupped his balls and ran her hand up and down his shaft. Her heart warmed at his long, low groan.

Kissing the tip of his cock lightly with pursed lips, she replied, "I amend my earlier statement. Not an old man, just a very, very big one." She gleefully took him into her mouth, sliding until her lips touch his base. Eyes watering at his length, she slid her tongue along the thick vein that ran along the base of his cock, reveling in the taste of him.

"Fucking Christ, Betty," FP grunted, eyes closed while his hands ran through her hair. Gently rolling his balls in her palm, she slid her mouth up and down his cock, savoring the power surge she felt whenever she heard him moan or gasp. FP was putty in her hands and Betty loved it. She continued to slide her wet, hot mouth over him, up and down, again and again. Each groan and growl was like a white hot coal fueling her power. She was intoxicated by it.

She could feel his cock throb in her hot mouth and his raspy voice filled the room, breaking her from her spell. "Baby, I need to fuck the shit out of you right now."

She slid off his mouth and smiled up at him. His warm smile in response had her heart fluttering and she stood to quickly kiss him. He deepened the kiss in response and slowly lowered her onto the bed, eyes taking in the sight of her naked in his bed.

"You're a vision," he said, hushed and serious.

He pulled a condom out of the nearby dresser drawer and carefully ripped open the package. Sliding it onto his throbbing dick, Betty licked her lips, desperate to feel him in her. Heat pooled between her thighs once again and she knew she was slick with wanting him. He made his way to her on the bed, thick thighs settling between her spread ones. Aching for him, she ran a single fingertip up and down her hot slit.

His eyes instantly glazed over and he growled in response. He leaned forward and rubbed her clit with the rough pad of his thumb while he settled his cock at her entrance. Light flashing behind her eyes, she moaned, low and deep, and lifted her hips to him. Palming the base of his cock, she could feel FP's tip pushing into her while he groaned loudly.

He slid in inch by inch, causing Betty to gasp and moan in pleasure as his cock filled her fully. Now wrapped completely in her, FP started fucking her with long, delicious strokes.

Through gritted teeth, he punctuated each stroke with his raspy voice. "This. Fucking. Pussy. Is. Mine."

Betty moaned in response, not taking her eyes off of his. Her connection to him was something she had never experienced before and she didn't want to break the spell now. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist to pull him deeper into her, if that was even possible. He leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth as he continued to fuck her with those long, perfect strokes that hit every single spot.

"Fuck, yes, FP," she moaned into his ear. He growled in her ear and took the lobe into his mouth. She gasped and ran her fingers through his hair.

"So fucking beautiful," she heard him murmur into her ear.

She kissed his cheek as white hot heat and pleasure fractured like lightning throughout her body. She leaned into his ear and commanded, "Flip me over."

He pulled away from her with smirk and a raised eyebrow, still grinding his cock perfectly into her pussy.

"This position not working for you, baby?" he questioned jokingly as she moaned and tweaked her nipple.

"Of course it is, but I just like…" she trailed off, unsure of how to finish the statement and distracted by pleasure.

He smiled lovingly down at her and slowed his pace.

"You like being in control," he replied with a questioning eyebrow and a beautiful smirk. Betty bit her lip at the fact that he had figured her out so easily.

Still sending delicious shock waves through her body, he slowly leaned forward and lifted each of Betty's legs onto his shoulders. Deeper than anyone had ever been in her life, she gasped at the intensity.

Pulling her flush to him, he rubbed her clit with his thumb and laid a hard kiss on the inside of her knee up by his shoulder. He looked at her with serious eyes and said, "I know you're used to being in control, but here with me? I'm in charge. I'm in control of your pleasure and I'll make sure you get it, every. single. time." He punctuated each word with a sharp, hard thrust, each stroke sending a perfect jolt of pleasure across all the nerves in her body.

Picking up the pace now, FP growled down at her, "Do you understand, baby?"

Gasping with each sharp thrust, her eyes connected with his as a small smile rose to her face. Challenging him with her eyes, she replied, "Yes, Daddy."

FP's eyebrows raised instantly with his long groan. His speed intensified and he furiously rubbed her clit as he fucked her with blind passion and heat. Their moans intermingled with the delicious sound of him slapping against her filled the room. That exquisite familiar white heat and pressure was waging a war inside her body, an instant and a lifetime from unleashing her orgasm. FP's grunts were as frenzied as her own and with one final, perfectly synced thrust and groan, sent her careening over the edge, submitting her to the most delirious orgasm she had ever had. Light and heat exploded behind her eyes as she heard FP groan in perfectly mixed pain and pleasure as he emptied himself into her spasming pussy.

Eyes closed, panting in pleasure and exhaustion, FP lowered himself on top of Betty. His delicious weight brought her back down to Earth and she wrapped herself around him and placed a full kiss on the frenzied pulse point in his neck.

"Holy fucking shit," he whispered in her ear.

With a drained chuckle, she responded, "My thoughts exactly."

She could feel him smile against her neck as their hearts settled back into their normal cadence. He positioned himself on his elbows and looked down at her very smug and satisfied face. He leaned down and kissed her slowly, seemingly letting his appreciation do the talking. He slowly pulled away and then chuckled to himself.

A small smile rising on her face, Betty asked, "What is it?"

FP looked down at her with a smirk and questioned, "Daddy?"

A hot flush violently erupted on Betty's cheeks and she covered her face with her hands.

"Um, well, I was kind of in the moment and it just happened. Was it weird?" she said behind her fingers.

Laughing fully now, FP sat back so he was straddling Betty. He gently pulled her hands from her face and kissed each palm, never taking his eyes from hers.

"I certainly wasn't expecting it, but when it happened I quickly decided it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever heard." said FP with a mischievous smile.

Betty's eyebrows lifted high on her forehead. "You did?!"

FP nodded. "Hell yes. It kind of sent me over the edge," he said sheepishly. He rose off of the bed and went into the bathroom to quickly clean himself up. He came back with a warm washcloth and settled himself back around her.

With a gentleness she didn't know he possessed, he took the warm washcloth and ran it over her, slowly removing the evidence of their night together and lulling her into contentedness.

He ran a thumb over her cheekbone. "I hope I wasn't too rough," he said seriously. "It would kill me if I hurt you."

Touched by his concern, Betty lifted herself into a seated position, so their legs were tangled together. She placed a gentle hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Looking into his eyes and running her fingertips through his hair, she said, "FP, you were perfect. It was perfect. It was the best sex I've ever had. My only disappointment is that I'm exhausted and there are a million other things I want to do to you."

A quick laugh escaped him and he kissed her full on the mouth for the hundredth time that night. With a quirked eyebrow he asked, "Like what? Please describe to me in full detail."

She laughed and fell back onto the bed, hair splaying across FP's pillow. Deciding they were far past the point of coyness, she bluntly responded, "I need you to pop my anal cherry."

A whoosh of air escaped from FP's mouth followed by a long groan. Running his hand up and down his awakened dick, he chuckled, "Betty baby, you can't say shit like that right after we fuck. I may not be an old man, but I need a little bit more time to recover and now my cock has other ideas."

With a sly smile, Betty reached forward and grasped his cock. "Awe, poor Daddy."

Heat flashed behind FP's eyes. He playfully growled down at her and quickly rolled them over so that Betty was splayed out on top of him. Smiling gently at her, he took a strand of blonde hair and twirled it between his fingertips.

"We have time," he said, shooting another kind of heat - the fuzzy kind - straight to her heart.

She lowered her lips to his and sealed his statement like a promise. They stayed like that, kissing for what felt like hours, but was really only minutes, until they both fell asleep, limbs and feelings tangled together with the shabby sheets and threadbare comforter that warmed them against the chill of the November night.