Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“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 land there. 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…
Well, hell. She opened her legs for my seed.
Wiggled around for it and smiled at me while I laid it on her siren’s body.
But I can’t think about that right now or my dick is going to get hard again—and I might ruin this perfect moment. I can’t help it, though, so I close my eyes and pretend she is my wife. I’ve just come home after a long day of toiling in the fields and she has greeted me in those thong panties and high-heeled shoes. She’s been pacing the floor all day waiting for me to come home and make love to her. She wants me to give her a baby. Our first.
It’s such a perfect version of my life, I can barely imagine it.
And I need to be realistic. This glamorous bombshell of a city girl wouldn’t be happy on a farm. No way, no how. She’d be alone all day, isolated. Without her usual comforts. She’d get sick and tired of the work it takes to run a farm. She’d pack it up and move on.
If she promised herself to me, then left, I wouldn’t survive it.
“You’re thinking awfully hard back there,” she yawns, turning in my arms to face me. Naked. Mostly. She’s still in those tiny panties that a stiff wind would rip clean off. My God, she is painfully beautiful, her young skin glowing in the lamplight, her body supple where it presses to mine. She wraps her arms around my neck and those rosy nipples bury in my chest hair, highlighting our differences. She’s smooth and petite and feminine. I’m coarse, calloused and beefy. I’m a lot bigger and a lot stronger.
Yet she trusts me not to take advantage of her.
That makes my heart turn upside down.
She’s got me upside down.
I want to know everything about Bianca. Want to soak her up, so I can remember her for the rest of my life. “Tell me about your life in the city,” I manage, feeling as though something is stuck in my throat. “Is it safe, darlin’?”
She wrinkles her nose, thinking. “I’m very careful.”
My arms lock around her. “That’s not the same thing.”
“I don’t go out alone at night. I have four locks on my door.”
“You shouldn’t need those things,” I growl, distressed.
“What do you suggest instead?”
Stay here. Be protected by your man.
“I don’t know the city,” I say, instead. “It might as well be another galaxy.”
“Sometimes it feels like that to me—and I live there.” She snuggles closer, nuzzling my throat with her nose and my eyes roll back in my head, it feels so wonderful. “I’m an actress, but I’ve only managed to book a few jobs as an extra, so I work at a clothing boutique called Le Chic to make ends meet.”
I absorb that with a nod. Of course, she’s an actress. Her face belongs on screen.
Not on a farm.
My swallow gets stuck halfway. “What are you doing all the way out here in the country?”