Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Axel stared at his phone for a moment, then slipped it into his dress pant pocket. Legend and a few of his employees were walking about in the near distance, all of them dressed in black tuxedos and camouflage printed ties, just like him.
Alan Jackson’s, ‘Country Boy’ played through large speakers. He stepped out of the small barn and spotted his mother sitting with Dallas and his nephew, and several of their cousins. On the other side sat English’s family—a whole slew of them. Some lady with pink and yellow hair stuck out like a sore thumb, waving a fan in her face. As he was taking it all in, he heard something. The snap of a branch. He turned fast and caught English with her dress hiked up, running to another barn.
“Oh no you don’t! Get back here! I see you!”
No one seemed to notice as he made a mad dash towards her, catching up fast.
“Busted! You were lookin’ at me!” He laughed as he held her close and lavished her with kisses.
“You weren’t supposed to be outside either until they called!” She laughed. “Oh, God…” She looked at him with tears in her eyes. “You look so handsome, Axel.”
“Don’t get to cryin’. I clean up nice is all.” I’m a hypocrite. I’m the one about to start ballin’… “800, shit… you look so beautiful, baby. Like a princess.” He looked around, then pressed her against the barn wall, crushing her lips in a kiss.
“You’ve messed up my lipstick, Axel! Now I’ve got to reapply it.” She said the words like she was angry, but sported a big smile. Grabbing her wrist, he pushed the old barn door open. Nothing was inside but a few bales of hay. Perfect. He dragged her in. “What are you doing?!”
Hoisting her high, he set her down on a bale of hay and yanked her dress up to around her waist.
“Axel! No! Axel! AXEL!”
“Come on, now, girl! It won’t take long. Don’t lie and tell me you don’t want me. Don’t tell me you didn’t think about me fucking you all night… making you cum all over my dick. Did you hump your pillow and pretend it was me? I know you missed this mouth and this dick, baby.”
“Shit! I did! But we can’t do this right now, baby. We don’t have time for this. I’ve got on Spanx! This hourglass shape took me twenty minutes to form!”
“What does a damn girdle have to do with me? It’s not blockin’ your cookie, so I don’t care!”
She began to play fight and struggle with him. He blocked her blows.
“I’m gettin’ some of this pussy right now, so stop it. You’re wasting time! Come on and let me get up in that peach!”
Just then, he noticed something peculiar. Something handy…
“What are you doing, Axel?”
Ignoring the question, he grasped a short pole, a tool probably used to flip hay around. Both ends were dull, with rubber stoppers. He smirked at her.
“You’re going to keep your legs open for me right now, and all night long after we say our ‘I dos’. I’m gonna make sure of it, 800. Spread ’em!”
Ripping her panties down her legs, he tossed them aside, then jammed the pole horizontally between her knees, right behind where he stood, using it as a spreader to keep her legs wide open, just where he wanted them. Undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, he yanked his rock hard, ravenous dick out the slit of his black boxers. It was already dripping with precum. Her thigh high white stockings and the helpless look in her eyes as he roughed her up sent him over the edge.
“Look at that soppin’ wet poon.” He bit his lower lip, salivating at the sight. “All open, pink and warm, and drippin’ wet, just for me. This is going to be fast and furious… I offer my sincerest apologies to your pussy in advance.”
“Oh my God! Ahhh!” She bit into his shoulder as he drove himself deep inside of her, pumping hard and fast within her wet valley with all the strength he had. They held onto one another tight, foreheads pressed together, moaning and sighing, as he rocked in and out of her.
“Ahhh! Ahhh!” They came quickly at the same time, falling apart against one another. The next few moments were spent with them racing against the clock, trying to get dressed and look presentable.
“Do I have any more hay on my gown, Axel? Check!” she asked frantically as she spun around.
He brushed his hand against her ass, removing one tiny piece that was missed.
“All gone.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips before hurrying towards the barn door to leave. “I love you,” he whispered before heading out, fixing his pants as he hightailed it back to the other barn, prepared to pretend he hadn’t just gotten a pre-wedding sample. He was still a little hard, and hoped it didn’t show too much in his pants. When he arrived at the barn he was supposed to be waiting at, he stopped dead in his tracks. There, by the door, stood Legend… right next to Caspian. Transfixed, he struggled to complete the task of fixing his belt.