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“I don’t know if I’ll be able to choose.” He leans forward, his eyes trained on my breasts. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you have the kind of tits a man wants to slap.”
I suck in a breath, my thighs flexing together. Pressing.
“I’m sorry,” he breathes, that hand going for broke. Pumping, pumping. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend. I’ve just never seen anything as beautiful as you, Bianca. I’m sitting here trying my damnedest not to come from the sight of you alone. Ripping off your skirt and kissing that virgin pussy…oh lord. I don’t know if I’ll survive the rest of my life getting that close and not having the rest.”
“You want to stop?”
“God, no. I don’t want that, either.”
I’m giggling again. Free and uninhibited. No artifice. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed with anyone the way I laugh with this farmer. “Well then…” I purr, easing closer until I’m standing in between his outstretched thighs, my palms resting on his shoulders. “This skirt isn’t going to rip itself off.”
Teeth bared, he tucks his calloused fingers beneath the waistband of my skirt and rips it down the middle, roaring loud enough to make my eardrums throb. Then I’m standing in front of this giant, naked,highlyaroused farmer in nothing but a see-through thong and spiked boots. Something incoherent falls from his lips and then he’s panting, his breath racing in and out, sweat pouring down the sides of his face, making tracks in the field dust.
He grasps my hips, lifts me clean off the floor, his powerful body twisting and throwing me down onto the bed. Hard. He drags his sweaty face all over me. Between my breasts, into the curve of my neck, down my ribcage and across my tummy. He inhales me. He grunts and moans, his big hips slamming furiously into the edge of the bed.
“One kiss,” I remind him, my voice shaking, my loins starting to coil from his reaction alone. “R-remember?”
Dusty releases a bellow into my stomach, his hands wrenching my knees open.
He looks down at my sex, his face a mask of intensity.
Possessiveness.
He licks his lips and snarls at it.
“Little holes, little holes. Made for satisfying me. Made for bearing my children.” To my utter disbelief, he spits on me.There. “I’d let the devil in if these holes lived beneath my roof. I’d put you on your back and be the devil to my angel morning, noon and night. No work would get done. These walls would witness me slowly losing my mind over these pretty little fuck holes, darlin’, wouldn’t they? Forget the fields. It’s a tight blonde wife I’d be plowing.”
On the heels of those shocking words, he leans down and plants a long, wet kiss between my thighs, his mouth twisting, hard lips bearing down and parting my flesh, disturbing my clit, rubbing it, rubbing until lightning flashes behind my eyes.
I scream.
I scream from the deepest territory of my soul, the orgasm pummeling me like a prizefighter. My intimate muscles convulse and squeeze, my legs instinctively wrapping around Dusty’s head while he continues to French kiss my sex, his mouth eager and honest and magical, his moans vibrating me all the way to the crown of my head.
“Dusty!”
“Mmmmm.” He licks me, long and rough, through the flimsy material. “Give me more.”
My body obeys him blindly, tightening up again in places that are already sore and spasming, my thighs locking up and shaking. Shaking. When the waves smooth out into a single layer, the convulsions slowing down, Dusty rises to his knees, shaft in hand…
And white ropes spew from his plump tip onto my body, landing everywhere. On my tummy, my breasts, my thighs and the juncture in between. He roars in pain while the endless sprays of seed carry from his body, leaving glistening pathways all over and I writhe under his praise, even spreading my thighs in the hope that some of his release will landthere.Where he gave me that magical kiss. He’s a glorious beast in the throes of an orgasm, shuddering and jerking his thickness, root to head, giving me an up close and personal view of male pleasure.
And when I realize I only ever want to witness a moment like this from Dusty…
I know I’m in deep trouble.
4
Dusty
Saints be praised, she’s letting me hold her.
We’re in my bed together. Spooning.
Her tush is tucked up nice and tight in my lap, my blissful smile is buried in her moonlight-colored hair, her cheek is resting on my bicep…and I could go on lying like this until kingdom come. I’m not sure what I did in my life to deserve this night, but I will rejoice in the memory forever. The night I held an honest to goodness angel.
Even after I nearly turned to the devil.
Truth be told, I expected her to be angry with me after the harsh way I spoke to her. The words that came out of my mouth were straight from Lucifer himself. Talking about her body like that? I should be ashamed. But she only…
