My Curvy Belle

If she can make me feel this shit just with conversation and a few stolen kisses alone, I can’t imagine what fucking her is going to be like. I know if I’m feeling this girly shit her ass better be feeling something too.

I took a long cold shower once I reached the guesthouse and fell into bed the way I always do, naked. I tugged on my cock a few times and gave serious thought to pumping one out, but the thought left me cold.

The next time I cum, it’s going to be deep inside her wet cunt. Thinking that way only made my dick get harder so I had to think of something else quick.

I turned my mind to my morning routine and that did the trick. I was out like a light ten minutes later, but she followed me into my dreams.

In the morning I woke up way ahead of schedule and stood staring out at the backyard with my first cup of coffee. I had another few hours before I was supposed to go get her, but I was already sick of my own company. I wanted her here.

This was going to be the longest week of my life. I had to leave the house when thoughts of what I wanted to do to her started playing out in my head. I’m sure her high society ass has never been fucked the way I’m going to fuck her.

She’s probably never had anything in her ass before, but I plan to bust that shit wide open. Speaking of which, I have to remember to pick up some condoms the next time I go into town.

I busied myself taking care of the horses, feeding and watering them before leading them out to pasture and some to the corral.

The ranch hands were already doing their thing cleaning out stalls, rewiring fencing and all the other shit that needs to be done on a daily basis around here.

I dropped in on mom around seven which is the time she and dad usually gets up these days since I was here to pick up the slack. “You’re spritely this morning.” I kissed her cheek and accepted the cup of coffee she poured me. The blush on her cheek had me regretting my observation.

As much of a sexual beast as I am, the thought of my parents who’re both in their fifties getting it on, is not something I want resting on my psyche, so I changed the subject real quick.

“So mom, have you ever met Belle, aunt Charlie’s granddaughter?”

“Of course I have, poor thing.” She had her own take on the divorce situation and wasn’t shy about sharing. “She just needs a good man to take care of her, show her what a real man should be you know.”

“Well I’m glad you said that because she’s going to be here later, in about another hour in fact.”

“What you got planned for that girl Logan? You better not play with that child after the hell she’s been through.”

I didn’t realize my mother knew how much of a dog I’d been, but the words that came out of her mouth told me she knew more than she should. She went to bat for Belle against me, her own son.

Instead of pissing me off though, I was glad that she felt that way. Makes shit easier when I move her in with me next door. It’s going to be another six months at least before my place is ready.

“I’m not gonna hurt her mom stop worrying.”

“But she’s not that type of girl Logan, she’s a good girl.”

“I know that.” I took a sip of my now lukewarm coffee. I kinda knew where she was going, and hearing that shit outside of my own head gave me a jolt. This shit’s real. Like some serious grownup shit.

It’s one thing to think that I might want to go there with her, but quite another to sit at my mama’s kitchen table talking about that shit. She put me through my paces, questioning me more than a marriage counselor. If I didn’t have to leave I had a feeling she’d have kept me there for hours grilling me.

I made my escape after she made me promise for the one hundredth time that I wasn’t going to hurt Belle. By the time I climbed into my truck I felt like she had me halfway to the altar. Sneaky ass women.

Again I felt that tightening in my gut when I made the turnoff to her place and I didn’t even have to look down at my dick to know that he was hard. He seems to have stayed that way since I first saw her ass in that parking lot.

She must’ve heard me coming because the door opened and she came out on the porch. She was too cute in her button down shirt and jeans with her feet shoved into what I knew were designer boots. All that was missing was the hat.