Her eyes search mine, but I don’t waver, because it’s the truth. With my hands on her hips, I walk her backward to where my truck is parked behind all the beer gardens, where I helped some of the locals unload and set up their booths this morning.
“Landry,” she moans as I make it to the truck and press her up against the back door, losing my fingers in her hair as I fill her mouth with my tongue. She got jealous, and goddamn if that isn’t a powerful aphrodisiac—to be wanted and loved enough for someone to be jealous. I miss that.
She twists in my arms and has me pinned against the door in a flash, smiling up at me. “Open the back door,” she whispers, but she doesn’t need to. No one is back here. No one will be back here for hours, not until after the exhibition rides are done.
My eyes stay on hers as I reach behind me and tug open the door. “Yes, ma’am.”
She brings her hands to my belt buckle and gets to work on my pants, her green eyes still pinned to mine. “You know the next buckle bunny better find out in the first few seconds of chitchat that you’re married.”
I lick my lips, my cock growing thick with excitement as she works my fly down, and tugs my shirt out. “Yes, ma’am.” If we were actually married, I’d never shut the hell up aboutmy wife.
Quinn nods, her blonde hair framing her face perfectly in gentle waves, contrasting starkly with the fire burning in her eyes. “Get on the seat and lie back.”
I do as I’m told, glad I put the sheet in the back of the truck earlier so I could get my gear on. Quinn climbs over me, reaching into my pants.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as her slender fingers wrap my length and tug me free.
“Maybe if I show my husband how much I adore him, he’ll stop flirting with other women,” she says, dragging the words out torturously slow as she tugs down her little white tank top, revealing her perky palmful of perfect breasts hidden behind the white lace filigree of her bra.
“I wasn’t,” I defend. “I wouldn’t,” I add.Look at her. I’d be a fool to have my eyes anywhere but here.
She guides my cockhead between her breasts, beneath her bra. She spits, and I groan, because how did I stumble upon a beautiful woman who does filthy, sexy things like this? “This cock is mine to use, cowboy,” she says, slowly sliding down on me, my cock cushioned tightly between her tits. Pressure blooms in my balls and taint, and beneath my vest and shirt, I’m sweaty and hot.
“Yours to use,” I breathe out, trying desperately to focuson her, what she's saying, what she needs. But my cock sliding between her tits feels like damn heaven, and experiencing Quinn in a way I never have sets me on edge. Getting more of her for the short time that she’s mine lights me up in ways I’ve never felt.
“My cowboy to play with, my cowboy to ride, my bareback rider to suck and fuck,” she breathes, her words growing wobbly and thin, still holding her tits together, spitting between them. Her saliva coats the head of my cock, sliding down my shaft, disappearing into her bra.
“Yours,” I breathe as her eyes snap shut, and she pulls her full bottom lip beneath her teeth. That's who I am, and have been since she laid eyes on my girl and got emotional—I’m hers.
“Landry, you feel so good between my tits,” she moans, nearly making me choke as she reaches down and touches herself, the movement hidden beneath the hem of her flowy white dress. She lets her bra do the work of keeping those perfect tits pushed together as she moves up and down, one hand working her pretty pink pussy. The other she uses to drag her fingertips over my slit, playing with the precum that spills freely with each pass.
“I dream about your cock while I’m filming, when I’m editing, when I’m in your spare bedroom at night,” she moans, bouncing, bouncing—holy hellis she bouncing. “You make me so wet, Landry. You turn me on so much,” she moans, feathering filthy, naughty admissions all over me as she gets us both off. Lying back against the bench seat, I stare up at this beautiful, talented woman who agreed to be my wife to save me, and really asked for very little in return.
Reaching up, I cup the side of her tit, squeezing as her soft flesh fills my palm. “God, you’re so gorgeous,” I groan, thefiery urge to explode drawing nearer and nearer the more I talk to her, watch her, touch her.
She lifts up the skirt of her dress, but swats my hand away when I attempt to reach, to help her finish herself. My mouth waters at the sight of her pussy, but she’s runnin’ this thing, and she’s never asked me to taste her there, or kiss her there. “Next time you wanna flirt with someone else,” she warns, sinking down until my head nudges her lips. She opens her mouth and traces my crown with the tip of her tongue as our eyes hold, emotion and desire holding a heavy, invisible charge between us. “Remember, your cum is in my belly.” Her lips seal around my cock just as her hands stop and her thighs tighten. Moaning around my cock, Quinn orgasms, and watching her get off breaks the final tether.
“Baby,” I croak, my voice thin from desire. She doesn’t lift, she holds herself on me, and moans when the first rush of orgasm splashes her throat. Swallowing, she bobs on me, and the entire time I curse and moan, coming violently into her mouth and down her throat. When it’s over and she’s emptied me, she slides my cock out of its warm heaven between her tits and tugs up the front of her dress.
Quinn tucks me away and zips me up, then smiles, dragging the tip of her tongue along the curve of her bottom lip. “I got a little jealous.”
A smirk twitches at my lips. “I noticed.” I can’t help but add, “And it’s hot.”
She peers out the foggy back window of the truck for a moment before her gaze comes back to me, still a little discombobulated after that titty fuck. “Promise me once I’m gone, you won’t go out with her, okay?”
That comment catches me off guard. We don’t talk about the after, when she won’t be here, when the ruse is up, when the deal is off, when the marriage is annulled.
“Okay.” My voice is hoarse, and agreeing to anything in a world where Quinn isn’t by my side feels wrong. In the distance, the exhibition rides are announced, starting in ten minutes. Quinn smiles.
“I’ve got the best place in the whole arena to film from.”
I push up to my elbows and reach out, tucking a piece of soft hair behind her ear. “You’re gonna make such a good film, Quinn.” My heart is suddenly racing, and it’s got nothing to do with the upcoming ride. “I’m lucky to have you on my comeback.”
She slides off, her pink boots hitting the dirt ground with a crunch. I slide out, too, and re-buckle myself, placing my hat back on my head. Must’ve got knocked off in the chaos of getting tossed into the back seat by my hot young wife and, holy shit, is that a sentence I’d love to have the opportunity to say again.
Quinn presses an expectant kiss to the side of my mouth. “Good luck. I’ll see you after.” She points to the place she’s got her tripod set up, but I already knew, of course, because I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her for more than a few minutes since we got here. “There I am.”
I nod. “Perfect spot, just like you said.”
