Two Weeks of Sin

As he holds me tightly against him, I can feel Cole’s hard length pressed against my belly and a flood of wetness rushes to my pussy. As if sensing my willingness, Cole lifts me off of my feet and carries me to my room. Within a few short minutes, we are both completely naked and he is laying me down on the bed.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says as he bends to take a nipple in his mouth.

I moan loudly at the soft sucking sensation and gasp as I feel his hand move over my belly. All of their own volition, my hips raise slightly, encouraging Cole to go lower. It is almost too much to bear when I feel a long, thick finger slip inside me.

My senses start to short circuit as he withdraws his finger and flicks it over my clit with my own slick fluid. I reach down and grab his hand, guiding him back inside me and this time he inserts two fingers and begins to gently stretch me. Judging by the size of his massive erection, I’m going to need it.

Suddenly Cole’s fingers are gone and I feel his hot breath over my center. Before I can process what is happening, his tongue plunges deep inside me and I nearly come right then. I drive my hands into his hair and hold him over me while he tongue-fucks me. My thighs start to quiver when he draws my clit between his teeth and sucks gently. Finally, I can hold on no longer and I come hard with a moan of pure ecstasy.

As my orgasm begins to fade, Cole comes up over me, his chin glistening with my juices. He brings his mouth to mine and I am strangely aroused by the taste of myself on his tongue. I wiggle impatiently under him and he uses his knee to push my thighs farther apart.

I feel a quick flash of pain as he guides his enormous cock inside me. He is very well equipped and I’m still tight from months of celibacy. The pain, however is immediately replaced by a wave of pleasure as he stretches me in the most glorious way.

I wrap my legs around his waist and put my heels into his ass, urging him deeper. Happy to oblige, Cole plunges into my aching pussy over and over again. My nails dig into his muscular back as he buries himself to the hilt within me, the head of his huge cock tapping against my womb with each powerful thrust. His pace increases and I feel him stiffen over me as he lets out a loud groan and empties himself deep inside me. The sensation of the massive amount of cum spilling out of my cunt makes me come again and I clamp down around him, milking every last bit of fluid from him.

Afterwar

d, Cole rolls off me and we both collapse into a deep sleep.

Chapter Eight: Cole

I wake up sometime in the night with Sydney curled up against me. I flick a finger over a nipple and she sighs in her sleep, making me hard instantly. I gently roll her away from me and rise up over her. Her eyes are barely open as I slide myself into her velvety wetness and begin to fuck her awake.

I’ve had my share of women in my life, but none has ever felt as good underneath me as Sydney Baines. Her legs sleepily circle my waist and I drive myself into her over and over until we are both breathing hard and coming harder. It has never felt so gratifying to fill someone with my seed before.

I pull out and Sydney once again curls up at my side, falling asleep almost immediately. I lay awake for a while longer, listening to her breathe. I have never believed in love at first sight in my lifetime, but this girl has got me in a tailspin.

There is something strong and sassy, yet delicate and vulnerable about her. For all her intelligence and independence, she seems a little broken too. Like me. I hold her close to me and inhale to scent of her hair, trying to commit the feel and smell of her to memory. She’ll be gone in a few weeks and it will be all I have to remember her by. The thought makes my chest ache. I try to set it aside; I knew what I was getting into when I carried her in here earlier. Finally, I drift off to sleep.

I wake early in the morning and we make love once more before I leave her to start my day in the field. I pause in the doorway and watch Sydney sleep for a moment, wondering how I’m going to get her out of my system.

“So, how was your night?” Luke asks innocently as I step into the barn.

“Fine,” I say, trying to stifle a smile. The last thing I want to do is discuss my sex life with my baby brother.

Fortunately, Luke seems to get the hint and moves on to other subjects. We discuss the plan for the day and he heads out to rustle the cattle from the far pasture while I get ready to head into town and pick up the feed. As I’m about to climb into the truck, I see Sydney standing on the back porch. She is sipping a cup of coffee and waves to me. I wave back and trot over to where she is. As I approach her, I’m again struck by how beautiful she is.

“Morning,” I say, placing a quick kiss on her forehead.

“Morning,” she repeats, smiling up at me.

“Did you sleep ok?” I ask her, and she answers me with a wicked grin.

I feel my groin start to get tight again and back away. “I’m headed into town to pick up some supplies, do you need anything?” I ask her.

She shakes her head and then asks a question that somewhat surprises me.

“Can I come with you? I wouldn’t mind seeing what Sheepshead is all about.”

We head into town and I am acutely aware of the stares we are getting from just about everyone on the street. This is a small town and everyone is always up in everyone else’s shit. It’s one of the main reasons I keep my trips into town few and far between. I much prefer the solitude of the ranch.

Walking into the feed store, I am stopped by no less than four people asking me to introduce them to my “friend.” Sydney politely responds and answers their questions about where she’s from and how long she’ll stay. She agrees to visit the diner for Madge’s famous lemon meringue pie and to check out the farmers’ market one Saturday. I’m impressed by how well she is handling the scrutiny. Then again, looking like she does, she’s probably used to the attention.

After I pay for the supplies, I casually hook my arm around her waist and guide her out of the store. I know the tongues will be wagging before the door shuts behind us but I don’t much care. The people of this town, while nosy, are good at heart. After our parents died, the whole place rallied around our family and helped Aunt Nora however they could. As much as I’m annoyed at the invasion of privacy every now and then, I wouldn’t leave this place for anything.

We stop into the grocery store and grab a few things that Sydney wants and we head back to the ranch. As we drive with the windows down, her auburn hair floats about her and she looks almost angelic. The length of bare thigh I can see under the hem of her shorts is distracting and I force myself to keep my eyes on the road so I don’t drive us into a fence post.

“Everyone in town seems so nice,” she says as we pull into the driveway.