Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
She stops herself with a squint, then goes on as I visually devour every inch of her naked flesh. The moment we got in here, she stripped down, doing that little cowgirl shimmy out of her jeans until all she was wearing was my cowboy hat on her pretty little head.
Her ankles are crossed until she’s got my undivided attention, then she plants her feet wide, launching herself backward onto the end of the bed with a shriek and halo of dark hair, landing and giving me a knees-wide pussy view that will live with me until my last breath.
“Just put it in me!” She kicks at the mattress like a petulant child. “I swear, Daddy, I’m hurting down there. It needs you. Guys get blue balls. Well, girls get purple pussy. It’s not healthy. Pretty please? Give your baby her first creampie, so when we take our vows, I could already be pregnant.”
The vision of her spread wide, willing, her arms braced at her sides, those lush tits settling low on her chest, and my hat on her head, it’s more than I can take.
My need to lock her down pounds in my skull like it has for so many fucking years.
How much I want her doesn’t just hurt, it’s a wincing, palpable pain that runs down my spine and feels like barbed wire around my balls, and a cannonball in my gut.
I’m losing my fucking mind here. Her rosy little nipples are all pinched up, those heavy tits jiggling as she opens and closes her knees, giving me a pink flash, then taking it away.
I’m so close to giving in, but she won’t break me.
She won’t.
I close the charged space between us, and she gives me that sweet-tea smile, thinking she’s won.
God, she’s more than most men could handle. One second, she’s tempting me with her bare pussy, other times bending over, offering me her ass because, in her mind, if I fucked her there, technically we’d both still be virgins.
Dirty fucking gorgeous girl.
Then she smiles that smile I remember from when we were kids, and suddenly she’s all innocence and hometown sweetness.
I grab my hat from her head and secure it on mine, reaching down to pinch her chin and force her hellcat eyes up to meet mine.
“No means no, baby girl.”
“Ugh. Fine.” She hisses through pursed lips, the sound of Casey texting me over and over coming through from my back pocket. “I want you to go do your deal. I’m proud of you, but I’m going to take a bath and think about how mad I am at you the whole time you’re gone.”
I reach down and grab a handful of her pussy, and squeeze, my other hand doing the same to her jaw, so I’m holding her by the cunt and the chin.
“All fucking mine. Do what you gotta do, lil Kicker. When this deal is signed, we’re heading out, and you’re gonna be my wife by the time the sun comes up tomorrow.”
She juices all over as I shove one finger into that glorious tightness and lean down, kissing her with lips and tongue, and adding a growl that lets her know she can play up all she wants, but I’m in charge, and she loves it.
I give her enough tongue to make her moan, then pull back, bring my wet fingers up from her pussy, and shove them into her mouth before she can pop off.
“You’ll be sucking a lot more than fingers tonight, baby.”
I leave her with her cheeks red, her pussy wet, and her mouth cursing me. I chuckle as she throws a pillow and hits me in the back as I open the door, then head out and down the hall toward the bar.
And our future.
“She’s as hot as a rattlesnake on asphalt.” I run my palm down my face as I pull my phone out of my pocket.
Focus, man. This is your chance. This is the thing that sets you free of your past. That sets you up for the future you want.
For both of you.
Casey’s hand is on my wrist, stopping me from making the third call to my future wife in the ten minutes since we got to the bar. “Carrie is right next door, bro. She’s fine. They’ll spend the time while we’re here making our fortunes watching reruns of Drag Race or something.”
He’s right. This is priority one right now.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and raise my shot glass to the bartender, then nod at Casey’s as well.
“Not for me.” Casey hits me with a hard stare, then shoots a look over his shoulder to the entrance of the bar area. “This Emmett Smith guy will be here in less than five minutes.”
“We’re signing a deal on a gambling app that allows people to bet on rodeo outcomes. These are not monks we’re dealing with. Cowboy mobsters connected in the casino world will be far more likely to take kindly to you if your breath smells like whiskey.”