I lowered my gaze, watching my rough, tan hands contrast against her soft, bronze skin. I didn’t fight her. My mouth fell open on a deep exhale while she held my hand against her, pressing it down below the elastic of her panties until I could feel her wet slit.
“Fuck,” I growled, lowering my forehead to hers.
Lina widened her stance, shoving my hand between her legs. “I want you to touch me.”
My middle finger slid through her cunt. The tightness of her jeans pressed the heel of my palm against her clit, and she rolled her hips forward, letting it brush against her.
She whined, her nails digging into my shirt to hold me tighter against her.
“Do you need to come? Is that all this is?” I asked her. If she was just going on a date because she needed to get fucked, I would gladly give her what she wanted.
“If you don’t want me to go on my date,” she panted through clenched teeth, “you’re going to have to make me come until I forget all about it.”
I plunged my middle finger into her soaked pussy, stroking in and out. She moaned, her hips bumping into mine while she ground against my hand. My cock was painfully hard, and I could feel the precum leaking from the tip. She was going to make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.
“Fuck my hand, baby. This pussy is only going to come for me.”
“Oh my God,” she moaned, dropping her head to my shoulder. I could tell she was close as she quickened her pace, her hips rocking, letting her clit rub against me while my finger fucked her. The night was quiet, except for the sounds of her drenched pussy and our heavy breaths.
“That’s it. Take it. Take everything you need until you fall apart.”
Her forehead rocked back and forth on my shoulder, as if she couldn’t stand it. She smelled amazing, like vanilla and flowers. I wanted to bury my nose in her hair while I buried my fingers in her perfect little cunt.
“Two, cowboy. Two fingers,” she ordered, breathless.
“You’re not full enough?”
“I’m never full enough. Please.”
I loved hearing her beg. I don’t think Lina Larsen had begged for anything in her life. Except for this. Except for me. Or at least, I hoped so.
I thrust in a second finger, and she bit back a cry. She pushed her hips down against my hand, begging for it to go deeper. I could tell this would not be enough for her the way she was frantically grinding against me, chasing the orgasm she was desperate for. I drove the heel of my hand harder against her clit.
“I’m so close, Reed,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”
Her walls fluttered against my fingers, pulsing and squeezing. Just as soon as I thought she would let herself go, she froze. Then she pushed me away, her eyes staring past me. I turned, trying to make sense of the movement in the evening shadows.
“What the fuck?” she cursed in the darkness.
“Why are the horses out?” I asked, shocked and dazed.
“Fucking shit!” She frantically pushed against my shoulders. I took my hand away from her, feeling the shudder go through her body with the contact.
“Who let the horses out?”
The endof the memory snapped me back to reality, leaving me with just an echo of our raised voices. I looked around, scanning the fence line. It seemed quiet, but that night had seemed quiet, too.
Something didn’t feel right.
“Let’s ride down the line,” I told Lina, turning my horse and heading down the slope to the fence line.
I heard her follow behind me, and before I even reached the fence, I knew what I was about to see.
“Shit!” The wire was cut and curled back against the post. “Someone was already out here tonight. How did we not see this?” Or it happened while I was distracted by Lina and the memory of her …
I turned and surveyed our surroundings. The herd didn’t look disturbed. It must have happened before we got out here tonight.
“Do you think any of them got loose?” Lina asked.
