Page 48 of Runaway Hucow

Her second explosion was just as intense as the first, and Peyton swallowed all of it down, groaning with satisfaction. He’d been waiting all morning to taste her. He’d even eaten a smaller than usual breakfast in anticipation.

When he had drunk every drop of milk she had in her, he focused all his attention on fucking her, pumping his cock into her hard and deep. The little hucow arched her back and whined, biting down even harder on her knuckle to keep herself from hollering.

God, she was so beautiful.

And she was his. All his. Yesterday, he had enjoyed sharing her with his brother, and he looked forward to sharing her again, but for the time being, he had the little hucow all to himself, and he was loving every second of it—the expression of blissful agony on her face as he fucked her, the way her breasts jostled and jounced with his thrusting, the sweet, savory aroma of her open cunt drifting up from below.

Tess’s third climax happened between her legs. Peyton could feel it happening. Her cunt clenched around his shaft like a hand. It sucked him like a mouth. Her body shuddered as the orgasm coursed through her, and this time her knuckle wasn’t enough to hold back her cries. Peyton clamped his hand over her mouth again to keep her from wailing.

His own climax was on its way now. He could feel it building in the base of his cock. That strange, pleasurable tension like a spring winding tight before the impending release.

He was about to come.

His cock was inside the hucow, and he was about to come.

She must have sensed it, because her big brown eyes widened above his hand, and she made a muffled cry into his palm. For the thinnest fraction of a second, dark thoughts raced through Peyton’s mind. A few minutes ago, he had promised the hucow he would take her to Arizona if she wanted, Roscoe’s orders be damned. He’d meant it too, even though he didn’t want the hucow to leave. He wanted her to stay, he wanted her beside him for the rest of his days, and if he fucked a baby into her now, her fate would be sealed. She could never leave him. She would have to stay with him forever as his mate. His and his brothers’.

But if he did that, she would resent him. She might even resent the child he put inside her. He knew he couldn’t do that to her. She had worked so hard to win her freedom. He would not enslave her again with his love.

If she would be his mate, and the mother of his offspring, it would be by her own choice.

Summoning all of his self-discipline, Peyton took a step back and his hard cock unsheathed itself from between Tess’s slippery thighs. Immediately, instinctively, the hucow dropped to her knees in front of him and took him into her mouth, sucking him with her supple lips and soft tongue. Two bobs of her head was all it took to finish him, and then his cock was pulsing inside her, and she was moaning softly as he filled her mouth with his hot, thick spend. It took him almost half a minute to empty himself completely.

When it was over, she tilted her head back and looked up at him, gasping. Her eyes were watery from sucking him, and her lips were flecked with his seed.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Was she thanking him for what he had done inside her mouth, or for what he had not done between her legs? Before Peyton could determine the answer, a voice boomed out from the far end of the barn.

“Peyton! You in here?”

He watched Tess’s eyes go wide. “Oh no,” she mouthed silently. “Roscoe!”

Yup, Peyton thought. Roscoe. The grumpy old bastard wasn’t going to be very happy if he caught them like this.

Peyton grabbed Tess’s drawers off the floor and handed them to her. They were ripped, but not completely destroyed. She could probably still wear them.

“Peyton! Where are you?” Roscoe’s heavy hoofsteps were tromping up the stairs at the end of the walkway.

Peyton snatched his britches off the floor and dragged them up his legs. His cock was still wooden with arousal, but somehow he managed to stuff it in and button the fly.

“Peyton…? Ah! There you are. Didn’t you hear me yelling?”

Roscoe was coming toward him down the walkway now. His golden alpha sign glinted sharply as it caught the narrow bands of sunshine leaking in through the gaps between the boards. In his hand was an ax.

“Sorry,” Peyton said. “The, uh, acoustics in here are a bit weird.”

“I need you to sharpen my ax,” Roscoe said. “I’m going to split some wood for the Walkers.” He grunted and looked past Peyton. “Is everything going to work out with the hucow?”

Peyton turned and looked over his shoulder. Tess was sitting in front of the telegraph machine. She was using one hand to hold her torn dress together over her breasts, but Roscoe wouldn’t be able to see that from where he was standing. She turned her head to look at Roscoe and gave a little thumbs up.

Peyton couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Oh,” he said. “I think everything’s going to work out just fine.”

CHAPTER 25

The woods rang with the slow, steady rhythm of the ax. Swsssh THUNK! A few second’s pause, then again—Swsssh THUNK!