Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Dusty cleans up the stall while I move instinctively—who knew I had an instinct for farm work?—bringing the other horses back to their stalls and closing them in, confident they will remain inside now that Lady has finished giving birth. I smooth my palm down the sides of their powerful necks, laughing when the stallion nuzzles my shoulder.
“You trying to steal my girl, Buggy?” Dusty asks from the stall doorway.
A bubble of exhilaration bursts inside of me and I run across the stall, jumping into Dusty’s arms and wrapping my legs around his hips. “That was incredible.”
Our mouths meet in a slow, winding kiss.
“I need a shower before I put these hands on your pretty skin,” he rasps against my lips, carrying me quickly out of the barn and across the dark expanse of property toward the house. “Believe me, I am going to set the record for the fastest shower ever taken.”
“Mmmm. And then?”
“And then we pick up where we left off.”
“Where was that?” I murmur, feigning confusion.
“Don’t play with me, darlin’. I was just about to have the best night of my life.” My back is pressed to the front door of the house, his hips bucking upward into the juncture of my thighs, making me whimper. “Between the legs of an angel.”
“Ohhh, yes, I remember now,” I tease breathily.
With a playful growl, Dusty carries me into the house, his heavy footsteps loud on the floorboards on our way to the bedroom. He lays me down in the center of the bed and begins stripping off his overalls, already walking backward again in the direction of the bathroom. Until I see his naked body, I don’t realize how badly he does need a shower. He’s covered in all kinds of things, but he’s still incredibly hot. Even more so, because his body bears the fruits of his labor. And lest we forget, he is extremely aroused, his shaft protruding thickly from a pair of beautifully engorged testicles. He’s large enough to make me wonder if it’s physically possible for us to make love, but I trust him to find a way.
He stumbles a little on his way to the bathroom and I prop myself up on one elbow, giggling, watching him disappear through the door. The water goes on and I hear him muttering while he cleans himself, my own fingers plucking the buttons free of the borrowed flannel until I’m naked in the middle of Dusty’s huge bed.
My lips curve into a smile when the soap drops. Twice. Followed by curses.
Then finally the shower is off.
My giant bursts through the doorway of the bedroom, wet from his shower, not even bothering to dry off before he presses down on top of me, his mouth taking mine in a thought-blurring kiss. Water transfers from his skin to mine, warm and slippery, leaving us both wet as the kiss carries on and turns…turbulent. Lustful.
We’re not playful anymore.
Dusty’s thickness spears up between my thighs, parting my dampening flesh, a hoarse shout of my name leaving his lips, his hands fumbling to grasp my knees and yank them up, up, around his hips and he humps me roughly, our kissing turning almost violent. And it’s coming from both sides. I’m desperate for this man. I want him to provide me some relief and I want to give him the same. Maybe even more. I want to be his temptation and his salvation.
Now, now, now.
“Don’t know much about sex, but I know I’ve got to go down and eat it, darlin’. I can tell from here you’re snug as all get out. I need it to be wet.”
A gasp leaves me involuntarily. “I had no idea your mouth was so filthy.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, scooting down to lick my nipples, pinch them with his calloused fingers, before sucking them into his mouth and drawing on them noisily. Wetly. “I apologize for being rude. It’s painful to be this horny.”
I’m almost incoherent from the pleasure he’s inflicting on my breasts. They’re so sensitive. I never knew. “W-well we have to do something about that,” I stammer.
He slaps my breasts. Gently. A smack, right to left.
Something hot and needy cracks open in my midsection, my moan renting the air.
“Again,” I pant. “Harder.”
A combination of agony and excitement tightens his features. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“You like me slapping these little brat tits.”
“Oh my God. Yes.”
“You’re the only cure for this pain in my cock,” he rasps, razing my nipples with his teeth, his mouth traveling lower, lower, his open mouth coasting over my belly button, my mound, to the slit beneath. “This is where all my frustration is going to go. Right here. In this itty-bitty fuck hole. Soon as I’m done lickin’, you’re going to open your legs and let me put it there.”