Page 11 of Less is Moore


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One of his hands fell from her face and explored the bare skin between the open buttons of her white dress shirt.

“Silly girl, dressed in white while working on a farm…”

She hated how she arched her back as his large hand engulfed her heavy breast, especially since he’d called her silly.

“You’ve ever been fucked out in the open?”

Megan closed her eyes as now both of his hands palmed her breasts.

“Tell me.”

She opened her eyes when she felt his warm breath tickle that yummy spot behind her ear.

“Oh, God…” she moaned when he licked her there.

“You like that, darlin’?”

She bit her bottom lip, but nodded.

“If I push my hand down your jeans, would I find you wet for me?”

She moaned but refrained from answering his lewd question. Megan was suddenly aware of standing in an open field with a total stranger who felt like he could feel her up all he’d like.

“I need to find Rocket,” she said.

“Rocket is probably fucking one of my meres right as we speak.”

Hearing him whisper ‘fucking’ against her ear made all of her nerve endings come alive. She dared to move her hands on his side and slipped them under his flannel shirt, touching his warm, bare skin right above his jeans. She slithered one hand to his front, finding a little happy trail.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he said.

Her knees almost buckled. It had been ages since a man had gone down on her. Six years, maybe? It had to be the girls’ father during their one-night stand, since after him she’d only had sex four times, and none of those guys had taken care of her in that way.

“You want your pussy licked? You want me to lick you all over before I stick my tongue deep inside your pussy?”

“Oh, God…” She felt the wetness pool between her legs as he talked about his plans for her.

“I-I don’t even know you.”

His lips kissed the side of her throat while his hand pulled her white dress shirt from the top of her jeans.

“Maybe we’re just two strangers, dealing with a lot of shit and in need of a little stress relief.”

“I’m a mother. I can’t—”

Ryan stopped unbuttoning her jeans. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

She watched him take a step back, and she immediately regretted her decision to stop him. When would she ever be able to fuck such a handsome man again? With all the things she needed to deal with on the farm and with the responsibility of her two girls, she would have zero time to go out and meet someone.

After losing her mother and great-grandfather in a matter of a few weeks, and after starting over with the twins on a farm in the middle of nowhere, Megan could use the stress relief. She could use… Ryan Moore.

“Just this one time?” she asked.

Ryan scratched his beard as he held her eyes. “You sure? I’m not looking for anything serious.”

“Me neither,” she said before she jumped from her spot and into his arms. He instantly held her by slipping his hands underneath her ass.

She pressed her lips against his, since she didn’t want to waste any time, as she needed to pick up her girls in two hours and find Rocket before that time.

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