It was one of those humid, lazy afternoons where the air feels thick enough to choke on. I was hanging out by the lake, just trying to cool off. The sun was starting to dip, painting everything in a warm, golden glow. I didn’t expect anything, just some peace and a cold drink. But then she came into view—a girl who looked like trouble in the best kind of way.

She strutted down the dirt path, and every guy around stopped to watch her. She wore a pair of Daisy Dukes so short they left nothing to the imagination, her ass cheeks spilling out with each step. Her top was a faded, tight tank that barely held in her breasts, each curve threatening to break free. Her skin was glistening with sweat, and her hair was wild, cascading down her back. She had that look about her—like a wildcat on the prowl, eyes sharp and hungry. The way she moved, there was this fire in her, like she had something burning inside her that she needed to let out.

I was leaning against my truck, trying to play it cool, but my eyes couldn’t help but follow her every move. She caught me staring, and instead of looking away, she locked eyes with me, a slow smirk spreading across her lips. She didn’t break her gaze, didn’t shy away—no, she walked right up to me, her hips swaying like she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Like what you see?" she asked, her voice low and teasing. She was close enough now that I could see the sweat beading on her skin, smell the sweetness of her perfume mixed with the saltiness of a long, hot day.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Depends. What’s it gonna cost me?"

She laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Maybe nothing. Maybe everything," she said, leaning in closer. Her breath was hot against my ear, and I could feel the heat radiating off her body. "But I promise it’ll be worth it."

She didn’t waste any time. Her hand was on my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my skin through my shirt. She had that wild look in her eyes, like she couldn’t wait another second. Before I could say anything, she was pressing her body against mine, her hips grinding into me. I could feel the heat between her legs, even through the denim, and it made me hard instantly.

Her lips crashed against mine, and she kissed like a woman starved. Her tongue slid into my mouth, tasting, exploring, claiming me. She bit my bottom lip, not too hard but enough to make me groan. She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her pupils dilated, her breath coming in shallow pants. "You taste good," she whispered, a wicked smile on her face.

Before I knew it, she had her hand down the front of my jeans, fingers wrapping around my cock. She squeezed just right, making me suck in a sharp breath. "You like that?" she purred, her voice like honey dripping over gravel.

I nodded, too caught up in the moment to form words. She wasn’t some shy girl looking for a soft touch—she was a damn wildcat in heat, and she knew exactly what she wanted. She was rough, her grip firm and demanding, stroking me with a confidence that left me dizzy.

Her lips found my neck, biting and sucking, marking me like I was hers. I could feel her hot breath against my skin, and every touch sent a jolt straight to my core. She reached up with her other hand, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back, exposing my throat. She licked a line up to my jaw, her teeth grazing my skin, and it was all I could do to keep from losing it right there.

"Don’t hold back," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "I want to hear you."

She pulled her hand out of my jeans and stepped back, giving me a look that sent a jolt straight to my cock. She spun around, leaning against the hood of my truck, her ass on full display. Those Daisy Dukes rode up even higher, showing off every curve, every inch of that perfect, round ass. She glanced back over her shoulder, biting her lip. "What are you waiting for?" she taunted.

I wasn’t going to pass up an invitation like that. I moved behind her, pressing my body against hers, feeling her warmth and the slickness between her thighs. She pushed back against me, grinding her ass into my crotch, making me harder than I’d ever been.

"Touch me," she commanded, her voice a low growl. I didn’t need to be told twice. My hands slid over her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh, moving up to cup her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could feel her nipples, hard and straining against the thin fabric. I squeezed, and she moaned, a deep, guttural sound that sent a shockwave through me.

I slipped one hand down between her legs, pushing aside the fabric of her shorts to find her dripping wet. She gasped, her head falling back against my shoulder as my fingers slid over her clit. She was so wet, so ready, and I could feel her pulse beneath my touch.

"Don’t stop," she begged, her voice breaking. "God, don’t you dare stop."

I didn’t. I kept my fingers moving, faster, harder, feeling her grind against me, her body desperate and wild. She was panting, her breath hot and ragged, her body trembling. She was close—I could feel it. And then she cried out, her entire body shuddering, her nails digging into the metal of the truck as she came, hard.

But she wasn’t done. She spun around, pushing me back, her hands on my belt, yanking it open. She dropped to her knees right there on the gravel, not caring about anything but the taste of me. Her mouth was on me in an instant, sucking me deep, her lips tight around my shaft. She looked up at me, her eyes full of that wild, unrestrained hunger, and I knew I was done for.

Her mouth worked like she was starving, her tongue swirling around the tip, sliding down, taking me deeper. She was relentless, a woman possessed, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came with a groan, my hands tangled in her hair, my knees nearly buckling.

She pulled away, a satisfied smile on her lips, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Told you it’d be worth it," she said with a wink.

I was still catching my breath, still trying to process what the hell had just happened, but one thing was clear—I’d never met anyone like her. She was a wildcat, fierce and unyielding, and she had left her mark on me in more ways than one. And as she walked away, hips swaying, her ass bouncing with every step, I knew one thing for certain—I'd be back for more.