Page 63 of Dumped for a Christmas Tree Farmer

“On your knees for me. Begging for my cum, aren’t you? You love this. You love getting fucked by me, don’t you? No one else makes you feel the way I do.”

Her finger dips inside me an inch, and I try not to let my eagerness overwhelm me. No one has ever touched me there. In all my years of messing around, it’s just never happened, and now Indy, my dream girl, is on her knees doing exactly that.

She pulls off my cock, her tongue licking her lips as she peers up. Using the finger she just had in my ass, she twirls it, indicating for me to turn around.

I pause, if only to look at her for a moment longer because I know she’s about to show me the tongue thing I heard about nearly two months ago. The thing that’s kept me up all hours of the night. I knew what it would be, but my girl was hurt. I didn’t think she’d want to do it again, certainly not so soon. But here she is, holding all the power as I make a quick spin on my heel and brace my palms against the tiles, my heart thudding against my chest as noticeably as the water spraying down on my shoulders.

The warm water skates over my skin, and Indy scrapes her nails down my cheeks before spreading them slightly.

Her kisses edge closer and closer to my asshole, and when I feel her warm, wet tongue circling my rim, I lose it. My knees almost give way, and when she snakes her hand between my parted legs, she pumps my cock as her tongue plays with my hole.

“Christ, you’re doing this for me, sweetheart?”

She hums an acknowledgment before pushing her tongue in a little, spearing me as much as she can, and goddamn, I need to be careful. Careful that the first night we have together in six weeks isn’t going to be over in six minutes.

The scent of her rose body wash clings to the water vapor billowing around us. She’s everywhere, on my skin, in my lungs, in . . . Jesus, she’s lapping me up, her hand making smooth motions over my cock, gripping my length tight enough to mimic her own throbbing pussy. I need her. I need to be inside her right now, or I’m going to blow my load before I get a chance to sink into her.

“Indigo, one day, very soon—” I say, my voice shaking with pleasure. “I’m gonna beg you to do this until I come, but right now, I need to feel that tight little pussy of yours. Okay?”

She swirls one more time for good measure before lifting from her knees, a satisfied look on her face as I spin, pressing her against the tiles.

My tongue invades her mouth as soon as I can, nipping at her lips as her fingers find their way into the strands of my hair.

Her leg hooks around my hip, and I lift her up so she’s flush against the tile.

“Please,” she whimpers.

I line myself up, the head of my cock slipping the first few inches into her with ease, thrusting hard, I bring myself home. Her walls clench as a gasp escapes her lips. My cock pulses as I rock back and forth using the wall for support.

“God, I’ve needed this. I’ve missed you so much.” Her voice curls around my throat, squeezing until it’s hard to breathe.

“I’ve been right here, Indigo. Right here, waiting for you. I’m in this with you, one hundred percent.”

The slap of our skin mixes with her soft pants, the pinch of her nails on my skin, and the tingling sensations growing in my lower spine.

“Rub your clit, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

She nods eagerly, drawing her fingers up to her lips and sucking them before pushing them into my mouth so I can do the same.

Jesus, why is that so hot?

Expansion plans for this year may need to take a backseat because this is all I’m going to want to do. Fucking Indy at every conceivable moment until both of us are a panting puddle of sweat and cum. Not that she’ll let us. She’s as determined as I am, but if this is what we do after securing every deal, I’ll be buying up properties every damn day.

Her fingers slip between us, and I slow my thrusts to give her space. I think she’s going to rub her clit, but she doesn’t. She strokes the base of my cock before curling her fingers in, slipping into herself along with my dick, stretching herself, forcing her shoulders to shudder.

She’s so tight.

Her pussy clenches, threatening to make me spill into her as the urge to come increases tenfold. But she slips her fingers out just as quickly, using her arousal to rub her clit in tight little circles.

Her back arches, her heels dig into my ass as she attempts to adjust her angle. My thighs are burning, screaming for me to shift, but I power through, desperate to bring her the release she deserves.

“You gonna come for me, Indy?” I murmur.

“I need it.”

“I know, sweetheart. Let go, come for me now.”

Her breathing seems to stop entirely as her back stiffens, her cries of ecstasy bouncing along the tiles as she drags my mouth to hers.