Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Eight
Henry
Fuck, her clothes are soaked and matted to her, but still she feels so good against me. Her lips are full, and I can taste the limeade, the tequila…
I’m hard as a rock, so ready to slide my cock right into her pussy.
I move forward, easing her away from the door and pushing her against the inside wall, away from the horses’ stalls.
The musty smell of hay and horse doesn’t bother me. I got used to it long ago. But does Tabitha want to fuck in a barn?
It’s fun for us ranchers and rural people.
Besides…at the moment, I don’t care.
I’m taking her. And I’m taking her here.
She returns my kiss, sliding her soft tongue into my mouth. Again the lime, the tequila, the soft flavor of promises.
I cup her face, thumb her soft cheeks, and then slide my right hand over her neck, her shoulder, down her chest to cup one perfect breast.
Fuck.
Her nipple pebbles against my thumb.
I give it a soft tweak.
Her gasp floats through the haze of my mind.
But then she pulls back, breaking the kiss.
“Your nipples are hard,” I say. “I’m going to suck them. Bite them.”
She doesn’t respond.
Only a slight nod, and I slide her damp T-shirt over her head, unclasp her lacy bra, and those beautiful breasts—I already knew they’d be beautiful—fall against her chest.
She’s not huge. Not small either. She’s perfect. They fit in the palm of my hand, and as I cup them, both nipples harden further.
I bend down, slide my tongue over one of the hard nipples.
Another soft gasp from her.
And my cock grows even harder.
I glance up at her, her eyes closed tight and her lips parted. “You like that?” I ask, my voice husky.
Tabitha’s eyelashes flutter open, revealing those mesmerizing brown eyes. The vulnerability in her gaze gives me pause. It’s a raw innocence that I’m not used to seeing, not in the women I’ve been with.
Her cheeks flush a gorgeous pink. “Yes. God, yes.”
The sight of her—breathless and flustered—is intoxicating. I take her other nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak as I caress the other breast. She shudders under my touch, a soft whimper escaping her.
The sheer need in those sounds stokes the fire in me. I want to hear her make those noises again. I want to be the one who pulls those sounds from her.
“What about this?” I trace a path down her abdomen, coming to rest just above the waistband of her jeans.
Tabitha’s answer is a hitched breath.
I slip my fingers inside her jeans, moving down inch by torturous inch until I find the barrier of her panties. I slide farther.
Fuck.
The panties are soaking wet, and not from the rain.
Desire tightens in my gut.
I need her.
I need her now.
Without another word, I drop onto my knees, pull off her boots and socks, and then her jeans.
Only her panties stand between me and paradise.
I slide them over her hips.
She’s naked.
Fucking naked.
And my dick is bulging out of my jeans.
I spread her legs.
But then I pause, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before me. Tabitha, flushed and beautiful, waiting for me with an expression of pure desire etched onto her face.
“I want to taste you,” I say, my voice low and husky.
She nods, biting her lower lip.
I lean in to kiss her inner thigh, trailing my tongue upward until I find her pussy.
She gasps as I close my lips around her clit, and she tangles her fingers in my hair.
I groan at the sensation, the taste of her driving me wild with desire. I clutch at her thighs as I slide my tongue up, around, and inside.
Every whimper, every gasp from her lips fuels my desire. She’s so responsive—so willing—and it’s driving me to the brink of madness.
She tightens her hands in my hair as she moans, the sound echoing through the barn. Her body tenses under me, and her breaths become rapid pants.
She’s close.
I delve deeper and flick my tongue against that sweet spot that makes her squirm.
“God, Henry…” She gasps out my name between ragged breaths.
The barn fades away as all my senses zero in on her—the sweet scent of her arousal, the taste of her on my tongue, the feel of her under my hands, the sight of her writhing. It’s overwhelming in the best way.
The rain outside rages, but I’m caught in a different kind of storm, one filled with desire and need.
Her body tenses and then relaxes all at once. Then a soft sigh.
Her grip in my hair loosens.
And she shatters. The soft moans, the eyes, the movement of her body in tandem with my lips and tongue. She grinds into me. Against me. Nearly pulling me with her.
I pull back and look up at her. Her face is flushed, a satisfied glow radiating from her.
“You like how an alien licks you?”