Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Our tongues danced, licking, tasting, and sucking.
By the time I pulled away, forcing my face away from hers despite both hands holding onto my cheeks, we were both panting.
“I want you,” I admitted, staring deep into her eyes.
“Then have me.”
“Here?” My brows rose.
She grinned. “Well, not right here in the open.”
Before she could finish her sentence, I had her over my shoulder and I was taking her to a room beyond the stalls.
When the door shut, there were hundreds of little clink-clinks as bridles and tack were disturbed due to the door slamming shut.
When her feet hit the ground, I was shoving her jacket off of her in the next second.
It landed on the ground in the dirt.
I groaned when I saw a second pair of pants under the overalls.
“Jesus Christ,” I growled. “How many fucking pairs of pants are you wearing?”
“Two,” she breathed, shoving her leggings down along with her overalls and panties. “Hurry.”
I spun her around by the hips and reached into my back pocket for my wallet.
She yanked the wallet from my hand and pulled out the condom from behind my cash as I yanked my belt off and unbuttoned my jeans.
She had the condom out of the wrapper by the time my cock was pulled free from my pants.
I took the condom from her and rolled it on as she bent over the table.
I lined my cock up with her entrance and slowly pushed inside, even though every instinct inside of me was telling me to fill her fast and deep until she screamed.
She groaned when I started to fill her with my cock, pushing harder and harder until I was lodged to the hilt.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted this for so damn long.”
I growled and tightened my hands on her hips.
“There,” I said, twisting my hips. “You have me.”
She clenched on my cock, her muscles tightening and loosening, driving me goddamn wild.
“We don’t have all the time in the world, Beau,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
So I fucked her.
In long, strong strokes, focusing on that little spot inside of her that I’d learned upon our first time together got her off fast.
The angle, paired with the pace, was enough to have her tightening in minutes.
When I knew that she was about to fall over the edge, I circled my hand around her hip and slid it up under her shirt.
I caught her tit in my hand and squeezed her nipple, causing her to scream.
The only thing keeping that scream from filling the tack room was my free hand leaving her hip to cover those luscious lips.
The table that I had her bent over shuddered under my forceful thrusts, the metal from the halters clinking together on the tack wall above the table.
She went limp in my arms as her orgasm left her replete, and I followed her down as my gut clenched, warning of my own impending orgasm.
“Fuck, baby,” I whispered into her hair. “I wish I was bare inside of you.”
She pressed backward against me, and I took that as her silent vow that she wanted it, too.
Maybe one day.
Today, however, wasn’t going to happen.
I was too far gone to do anything but fuck her hard and fast.
My own orgasm slammed home inside of me, a practical fist to the solar plexus as the breath rushed from my lungs.
I uttered my groan into her hair as my cock jerked inside of her.
“Fuckkk.” I buried myself inside of her and stilled.
I finally removed my hand from her mouth, and she started to giggle.
The way her muscles clenched and released around me with her laughter sent shivers of aftershock through me.
“Stop,” I cursed. “Or we’ll never get out of here.”
She turned her face up as far as she could, and I grazed my lips over her smiling ones.
“You’re trouble,” I declared.
She wiggled her hips. “And you’re still hard.”
I pulled back, thankful for once that I had a condom on so that I didn’t make a mess.
As it was, there was nowhere to throw the condom away.
I tied it in a knot, then shoved it into my pocket.
She bent over to grab her pants and yank them up. “Maybe for our next round we can actually use a bed. I have nothing against stand-up sex, after all, but I feel like I’m missing out on what you can truly give me.”
My eyes were lit with amusement when I said, “Tonight.”
She pulled one of the straps of her overalls over her shoulder and said, “Okay, tonight.”
SIXTEEN
I’m busier than a cucumber in a women’s prison.
—Magnolia to Beau
MAGNOLIA
I’d had the greatest of days.
After the tack room with Beau, we’d returned to find that no one had noticed that we’d been missing.
Iris was counting cows on the fence, having climbed halfway up the picket fence to lean in through the gap between the third and fourth boards.