His Nasty Little Pussy

Reaching up, I grab onto his strong shoulders. He slides one hand down my thigh, before hiking my leg up so he can press himself between my legs. I moan against him when I feel his hard cock dig into me.

He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, giving it a soft bite. “What first do you want to do today?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I say in a rushed pant as slides his cock against my pussy even more.

He gives a deep chuckle and snakes his hand under my dress so he can cup my ass.

“Spoken like a true Yank,” he says, “always in a rush. Things move at a different pace around here.” His teeth drag along my lower lip again, teasing me to near insanity. “Pick something, Ella, or wait another day.”

The thought of waiting another 24 hours is more than I can take. Images rush through my head at a million miles an hour of all the things I want him to do to me, but I can’t think with him so close, so I just state my most pressing need.

“I want you to make me cum.” He smiles against my mouth. “Well, that’s a start.”

He slides his hand from my ass, letting his fingers trail across my skin, dipping below the line of my panties. When he feels the bare, smooth skin beneath, he lets out a groan that makes my pussy clench and my heart race. He slides the rest of his hand down my panties and cups my sopping pussy. The feel of his hand touching my most private and sensitive area, the one I’d kept all to myself for so long, is almost enough to make me cum right there.

“My god, you’re so wet.” His voice sounds ragged, and it makes desire pool in my stomach, stretching out to every part of my body. “Have you been this wet the whole time?”

I shake my head yes and whimper when he slowly slides a finger inside me. “Since I first saw you this morning,” I pant.

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“God, yes,” I whimper against him, arching my hips as he very slowly fucks me with his finger.

He kisses me gently, working his finger faster, making sure to slide it over my swollen clit with each thrust. The sensation is maddening, and already I can feel pleasure building into an unstoppable force. My leg is still hiked up, and I hook it around his waist when he slides that hand further down my thigh to cup my ass. The metal bars from the pasture gate dig into my back, but I don’t give a rat’s ass about that. I’d let him fuck me up against a cactus at this point.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as my muscles start to shake. He kisses a line down my jaw before sliding his tongue along my neck.

“Are you ready to cum for me, darlin’?” he whispers in my ear.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please, I can’t take any more.”

He sucks on the crook of my neck and rolls the pad of his finger in fast, firm circles on my clit, and I scream his name as an orgasm more powerful than I ever knew existed comes rushing over me. My entire world narrows down to intense pleasure and Beau. They’re so deeply entwined that I know I’ll never be able to separate them. He kisses and licks his way back to my mouth, kissing me deeply while his fingers work me gently, keeping the orgasm going for a mind-boggling amount of time.

My hips still move against his hand, and I can’t help the small whimpers that are still coming out of me. I’ve never felt so content and also so damn needy for more all at the same time. I reach my hands up to cup his face, loving the feel of his stubble scraping against me. I open my mouth wider, wanting and needing him as close to me as possible.

He’s still stroking my pussy gently when he pulls his mouth away, full lips spread into a sexy grin.

“Feel better?”

I shake my head quickly and grin like an idiot.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

With a sigh, he slides his finger out of me and brings it to his mouth. I watch in complete fascination as he licks and sucks his glistening finger clean. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and without thinking I take his hand and slide his finger into my mouth, wanting to taste myself on him.

His eyes widen as I roll my tongue along his finger, probing the sensitive skin between his fingers before sucking hard as I slowly draw him out. The taste of my pussy lingers on my tongue, and I want more. I pull his mouth to mine, devouring him, sucking his tongue with a hunger that surprises even me.

He pulls away with a gasp, eyes dark with barely restrained desire.

“I think I may have created a monster,” he says, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

“I need more, Beau,” I say, clinging to him, pulling him closer with my leg, smiling at the feel of his hard cock.

“I bet you do, but you’ve already had your first for the day, and,” he says holding up the finger I’d just sucked, “I’m guessing this was another first.”

I nod my head yes, and he slowly shakes his as if I’ve been a very naughty girl.

“You’re going to just have to be patient and wait.” “But I can’t,” I whimper.

“But you will.”

I lower my hand to his hard cock, but he grabs it before I’ve barely had a chance to feel his impressive size.

“That would be another first?”

I give a frustrated shake of my head, which only makes him laugh and grip my wrist harder.

“Don’t you want me to make you feel better? Aren’t you frustrated too?”

“You have no idea,” he says with a groan, “but you also have no idea how much I enjoy teasing you.” He gives me a wide grin. “I can wait.”

“You are a stubborn, stubborn man, Beau Thibodeaux.” He laughs, making my heart jump at how fucking sexy he looks.

“I do love the way you say my name, Ella,” he says with a wink.

“Come on,” he takes my hand, sliding his fingers through mine before bringing it up to kiss the back of it. “We’ve got horses to take care of.”

He takes his baseball cap back and leads me to the barn. I wonder how I’ll ever survive the day and make it to tomorrow.