I laugh as I kiss her neck and then pull my finger from her tight channel. She gives me little pulses as I do it, and then mewls as I take it out.
“Don’t worry, baby doll. Soon enough you’ll be filled again.” I lick my finger, tasting her syrupy sweetness, and moan around the flavor. “Goddamn, you taste good. You should try it.”
I move my finger to her mouth and press it to her lips. She slowly opens up, and then her little pink tongue darts out, tasting herself.
“See? So sweet and creamy. I could eat this all day. Maybe one more taste.”
Reaching down, I push my finger back inside her wetness and thrust it in and out a few times. I feel her excitement build, but I want my taste. I pull out and bring it to my mouth, tasting her pussy all over again. A second time isn’t enough, and I don’t know that a million more would satisfy my need for her.
“Let’s get you dressed, baby doll, before I take you right here, right now.” I move her panties to cover her pussy up and pat it one last time. “I think my sister has some spare clothes here you might be able to get into.”
I pick her up and carry her back to the bedroom, thinking how badly I want to lay her out and taste her pussy right from the source.
4
Addison
He drops the hat down on me and the world goes black, and I can’t help but giggle as I stand on his back porch.
“I don’t think this fits either,” I tell him through my laughter. He tips the front of the cowboy hat back until he comes back into view. His face is drawn in concern.
“Maybe I should check the fences alone, or wait for another day.” I can see the unease all over him. It’s been there since we stepped out of the house. I can tell he’s not comfortable being outside with me. I can’t say that I am much either, but the excitement of going out on a horse with him overrides my fear. And I’ll be with him.
I don’t care how crazy it sounds, but I feel safe with him, a safety I’ve never felt in my life before. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been around a lot of people, but he treats me differently. Not like my father’s men, who would never look at me. And the ones who would look made my skin crawl. Trace’s stares are different.
“I don’t need a hat.” I go to take the cowboy hat off and he stops me.
“Your skin will burn.” He rubs a thumb along my cheek, and I lean into his touch. I didn’t know someone as big as he is could touch with such softness.
He’s probably right. My skin is pale from the lack of exposure. My father barely let me out of the house. He didn’t like me roaming around where he couldn’t keep a close eye on me.
“Okay.” I tilt the hat back a little more. “This will work.” I smile up at him knowing I look ridiculous. I’m wearing a pair of old jeans that are too long in the legs, and a flannel shirt with sleeves that hang over my hands. They’re his sister’s, but I’ll manage, and it’s better than nothing. At least the cowboy boots fit, so that was an added bonus. I don’t have on any underwear or a bra, but I really don’t care. I’m excited just being here with Trace.
He lets out a deep breath, and I can tell he’s about to change his mind. He’d done it twice inside the house while we were getting dressed.
“I’ve never ridden a horse before.” I reach out and grab his arm. “I’ve always been a little scared to do it, but I know I’ll be safe with you.”
“Damn straight you will be.” His tone is firm, like it shouldn’t be a question that I’m safe with him. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He leans down, placing a soft kiss to my lips, but I grab a hold of him by his black shirt, pulling him closer. I can’t stop myself from doing that. I always feel like I need to have one hand on him, like he might disappear at any moment. That if I don’t keep him close enough, I’ll wake up from this dream and find myself back in my father’s house.
My mouth opens for him as his tongue slides into my mouth, finding mine and making me moan. I love how close to him I feel. I don’t know how long we stand there kissing like that, but when he finally pulls back, I’m out of breath and my lips feel well used. We kiss as if we’re saying goodbye. Maybe I was, because I knew he was about to step away from me.
“I’ll be right back, baby doll. Two minutes, I promise.” He bends down, picking up the cowboy hat that got knocked off during our kiss and placing it back on my head. I clutch at him, not wanting him to go.
“The barn is right there, and I promise, if you yell my name I’ll hear you,” he tries to reassure me.