I feel like I'm alway apologizing for my tardiness in posting a new chapter. The problem here is two fold. First I live in Nashville and ever since the flood my internet access is very dodgy and second is I fully intended for this story to be a one shot. I intended for our little pixie to pick up our sexy cowboy in a bar have her wicked way with him and go on her way oh so very satisfied. I kept trying to write it that way and it was never right. So I posted a second chapter and still couldn't seem to end it. I wrote this chapter three times fully intending on ending it but...

So as you know I'm not SM. But here's my little ditty.

Chap 3

Thank God I don't have a gag reflex I think as I slide my mouth down his enormous cock loving the sound of the deep moans slipping from between his clenched teeth as his sensitive head rubs against the back of my throat. I swallow letting the reflex of my throat muscles squeeze him.

"Holy Fuck!" he growls.

Like that do ya. Oh course you do, I am the queen of oral I arrogantly yell in my head as I mentally high five myself.

As my head bobs back up his shaft I carefully graze him with my teeth. Just barely letting my front teeth ghost along his hard flesh. His hands that have been clenched at his side fly to my head. He buries his fingers in my hair. The flexing of his finger gently massaging my scalp. I gaze up at him. His eyes are glazed over with lust, his lips are parted panting, and his magnificent chest is heaving. He is truly the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life. Our eyes meet and he gently pushes my head back down his length. So my sexy little cowboy likes the deep throat. I swallow again since that got such a positive reaction the first time. His fingers clench into fists pulling on my hair just hard enough to send tremors of excitement running through my body causing me to moan vibrating my mouth around him.

Suddenly I'm being jerked to my feet his cock slipping out of my mouth with an audible pop. I feel my body trapped between the cement wall and his rock hard chest. His lips devour mine while his hands explore my body. His fingers slide up the inside of my thigh and he gently strokes me through my panties. I couldn't have held back the deep moan that escaped my lips if I had wanted to. Judging by the scorching smile he gives me my little soldier enjoys very much the effect he is having on me. His talented fingers find the lacy edge of my panties and slip beneath. It's his turn to moan as his hand strokes my totally smooth flesh. Brazilians hurt like hell, but right this moment sooooo worth it. He has this sweet little smile on his face like a little boy playing with a favorite toy. His thumb begins to stroke my swollen clit and that smile changes to the naughty grin of a big boy playing with his favorite toy. I feel the pressure building inside of me. It's been building all night and I feel like I'm about to explode and when he slides his long thick finger inside of me and I do explode into a million glimmering pieces. I throw my head back to scream out my release, but his mouth covers mine and he absorbs my mind blowing orgasm.

As I am trying remeber how to breath he fists his hand around my panties and pulls. The delicate silk gives way with barely a struggle. I almost don't notice that he slides my ruined panties in his pocket because he lips are blazing a trail down my neck to the tops of my breasts spilling out of the top of my corset. He pushes my top down and his tongue finds my left nipple while his fingers stroke the right. My body is in total sensory over load and my knees give way.

His hands slid down to my ass and he lifts me up. I automatically wrap my legs around his waist. His rock hard cock is now pressed directly against my wet center.

"I need to be in you. Now!" He growls at me his voice dripping with lust. His luscious full lips are slightly parted due to his heavy breathing. His sexy blue eyes are locked on mine begging for permission. There is something else there but choose to ignore it and focus on the lust.

Pixie yells at me to say something, but I can't speak or even think. So I just nod my head and grunt something at him that I hope to hell sounds like, Yes please help yourself.

His grin turns wicked and he thrusts his hips forward until he is buried deep inside of me. I had been dreaming of this moment all night and the reality of his long thick cock finally buried to the hilt inside me was so overwhelming I actually swoon.

"Stay with me darlin'" his deep gravely voice pulls me back to the here and now.

I give him a saucy grin and arch my back more leaning my shoulders into the wall. I sigh as I finally bury my fingers in his golden locks pulling his mouth towards my breasts again. He chuckles deep and takes my nipple between his beautiful pouty lips. He sucks and then gently nips moving from one ridged peak to the other. His arms tighten around me and I grind my hips into his. Our hip bones meeting with each thrust of his hips. I love the way his cock fills me completely. I have never felt anything like it. I feel like I could burst. He's pounding into me so hard a can feel the brick wall behind me scraping my bare shoulders. My hands move from his head slide down his neck to his shoulders and then down his back. His skin is so smooth but I can feel the the hard muscles beneath strain every time he plunges into me.

His every thrust is pleasure mixed with pain. He's just so big. It's the most intense thing I have ever felt in my entire life. It's not like I've never had sex before. First there was Paul and he was really freakin hot so that wasn't so bad and Rose assured me it would get better after the fist time. But then there was the very unfortunate incident with Mike Newton after prom. That was a major disaster, the idiot barely got it in before he shot his load. The few guys I dated in college were nothing to write home about. Most of them were to scared of my huge brother to even try having sex with me. I just once wanted one of them to look at me with the same passion that I saw in my brother's eyes every time he looks at Rose. She can be standing in the kitchen in old jeans and one of his huge tee shirts with no make up on and her hair pulled back in a pony tale and he still looks at her as if she is the most beautiful sexy woman he has ever seen. Is that to much to ask.

I actually started thinking it was me. Maybe I just wasn't that into sex and couldn't inspire that response in a man. But this feeling is different. This man is different. I knew it was from the second our eyes met at the bar. My body is responding to him in a way I wouldn't have ever thought possible so maybe this time...

I fist my fingers in his silky hair again and pull his head back so I can look into his eyes and there it is that look I've seen so many times, but always directed at some one else. Having the the full force of his blue eyes on me so full of passion makes my heart ache. My heart is telling to cling to this man, this total stranger and never let go. Whet the hell is wrong with me this is supposed to be a crazy sexy hook up. Living out a fantasy. Why the hell is my heart getting involved. I can't do this. I've got to get out of here before it's too late.

"Stop" I say in a voice so low even I could barely hear it.

He doesn't. I push against his chest. He still doesn't understand I need him to stop. Our eyes are still locked and I can't stand to see that look in his eyes, that look I've been searching for and now I've found it and I'm terrified. I turn my head away not able to look into his eyes any longer. His lips move to suck on my neck. Those beautiful succulent lips some how find the oh so sensitive spot just below my right ear. My heart is telling me this is him. This is the one that you've been searching for. My brain is telling me I'm a stupid fool and If I don't go right now it will be too late.

I'm just some girl he picked up in a bar that blew him and then let him fuck her up against the wall.

That's not what his eyes are saying my heart throbs trying to drowned out my brain.

Pixie chimes in a yells "listen to your heart don't end this before it even has had the chance to begin."

I can feel body building to another universe altering orgasm and if I let it happen and he just zips up and walks away after I will be destroyed. But still I want to let it happen. I want that release. I want to feel him explode inside of me and damn the consequences. His breathing picks up and his thrusts are now more erratic less rhythmic and I know he's as close to his final release as I am. I'm just about to let go and let the chips fall where they may but my brain pulls the trump card.

You know if you weren't all tarted up dressed like a street walker he never would have given you a second glance my brain says in voice that sounds an awful lot like my mother. But the voice is right this unbelievably gorgeous man would never have given Mary Alice McCarty the time of day. I can feel the tear burning my eyes and I switch to full on panic mode. I have got to get out of here and now!

"Stop!" "Stop!" "STOP!" I yell my fists pounding on his chest now. He freezes as the edge of panic in my voice finally gets through to him.

"What is it darlin? What's wrong ?" He asks his voice soft now and full of concern.

"Was I too rough? I'm sorry I though that's what you wanted. Are you OK?" I can hear the panic creeping into his voice now.

I can't seem to form a coherent between the panic and the feeling of him still throbbing deep inside me.

"Let me down" I whisper.

"No." He says "Not until I know your alright." the concern in his voice was almost my undoing, but I know my brain is right.

"Please just let me down!" I beg. His arms just tighten around me.

I have to get away from him before my self-control waivers and I give in to my heart. I place my hands in his magnificent chest and savor the feeling of the soft skin stretched across the hard muscle and the I shove him with all my might. And then he does let go. I stumble back against the wall. His arm windmill for a moment as he tries to catch his balance, but his legs get caught up in his jeans and he lands on his backside with a thump. He looks up at me stunned. Taking advantage of his momentary immobility I straighten my clothes grab my purse off the ground and run.

"No don't go" he yells after me.

I glance over my shoulder. He is standing now and yanking up his jeans. I have to get away if he touches me again I won't be strong enough to leave. I turn the corner and run towards the front of the bar. I can hear him behind me .

"Please stop. Wait" he pleads.

I made it to the front of the building I can see my car from where I'm standing, but the raw emotion in his voice stops me. I turn to him our eyes meet and my treacherous heart starts pounding so fast I think it just might explode out of my chest. His hand reaches out for me and I take an involuntary step toward him.

"Everything all right over here?" a deep voice asks. I tear my eyes away and look at the burly bouncer at the door. He has a cigarette in his hand must have stepped out for a smoke break.

"Yes I'm OK." I try to assure him with a smile. But I know it doesn't reach my eyes. He does not look convinced.

I brush past him and make a break for my car.

"Where do you think your going?" I can hear the bouncer say. I look back and the bouncer had my angel by the arm.

"Please man let me go I have to make sure she's alright." he begs trying to free himself.

"Dude, you heard the lady she said everything was OK. Besides she seems to be in an big hurry to get away from you" I hear the bouncer say as I fumble with my keys and slid into my car.

My hands were shaking, but I manage to get the keys in the ignition and reverse out of the parking space. I haveto drive by them to exit the parking lot. I throw her into drive, keep my eyes forward, and gun it. My baby can go 0-60 in about 3.6 seconds so I'm flying when I them but the top is still down so can hear my angel.

"No! God no don't leave me." I hear him plead.

I glance in my rear view and I swear I see him fall to his knees with the bouncers hand still wrapped around his arm.

As fast as I am moving I can't be sure of what a saw or even what I thought I heard.

He's probably just mad he didn't get off my smug brain says.

"Shut up!" I yell out loud.

I dig my American Idiot CD out from it's spot between the seat and center counsel and shove it into the CD player and crank the radio. I sing at the top of my lungs and try to concentrate on driving and making it home alive.

I know. I know. Just imagine how Jasper feels. I'm sorry if it got to angsty there at the end. There is a method to my madness I swear.

I'll give you a hint. It involves why J just happened to be in that perticular bar on the that night and why he slipped A's panties in his pocket.

Also the good news is I have a big chunk of the next part done so I may have it ready to be posted by tomorrow night. Woops it's 1:30 a.m. here so I mean tonight.

Please let me know what you think. Thanks :-D