Big Man

“I’ll be your slave any day,” I murmur into his chest, and he laughs softly, then taps my chin. Tilts my head back and leans down to kiss me once more, soft and slow this time.

“Good,” he says softly against my lips. “Because I’m not ready to let you go just yet…”

9

Sasha Bluebell

The next morning, I wake up in Grant’s arms. It’s still dark outside—even Mr. Early Bird isn’t up yet. But part of him is. I realize what prodded me awake, and I grin and arch my back a little to grind my hips against his, against the hard press of his boner I can already feel digging into the small of my back.

Grant moans softly in his sleep, and I rotate my hips again, teasing.

His hand slides around my waist, and he pulls me against him, his lips teasing along my neck. “That’s certainly one way to wake up a man,” he murmurs, his other hand sliding down my waist, around my front. He flattens his palm against my stomach and lowers his hand toward my bare pussy. We both slept naked last night, since we fucked again the minute we got home from the Johnsons’ party.

I grin and wriggle my hips again. “Is that so?”

“Mm… Playing with fire there,” he whispers. “Keep doing that, and I might have to show you a thing or two about what happens to naughty little girls who wake me up.”

“Is that so?” I glance over my shoulder, a challenge flaring in my eyes. “Maybe you’ll just have to explain it to me, then, Mr. Werther.”

“Gladly,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe lightly. I gasp, but his bite quickly shifts into a soft, caressing lick, then a kiss, as he works his way down the side of my neck.

“Mm… For punishment, this isn’t so bad,” I whisper as he wraps his arms around me and pulls my body against his possessively. His cock presses against the backs of my thighs, and I’m getting wet already just feeling him there, so close to my pussy, so hard with desire for me. “I might have to wake you up more often.”

I can feel him smile against the nape of my neck, a motion that sends another cascade of shivers trickling down my spine. “Uh oh. She’s discovered my motive.”

I laugh, and turn to catch his eye. But he presses his mouth to mine in a long, slow kiss, and I’m distracted from whatever I was going to say. My lips part, and his tongue traces along mine, tentative, gentle. At the same time, his hand slides from my hip to my thighs, and gently draws my upper leg up, parting my thighs enough that his cock can slide between them, thick and meaty between my legs. I sigh into his mouth, and he draws back far enough to look at me, that same hungry look in his eye. Only this time it’s softer, sweeter. He looks at me like he can’t believe I’m here.

I know the feeling. I’m not sure what I expected when I came home to the farm, but it definitely wasn’t this. It wasn’t him.

Grant Werther came out of nowhere.

His cock parts my pussy lips, and I arch my hips back against him to grant him easier access. At the same time, he reaches down to circle his fingertips across my mound, slowly increasing pressure with every circulation, making my clit tingle with pleasure. It doesn’t take long before I’m breathing faster, my body quivering at his touch. Only then does he arch his hips forward, slide his cock straight up to my entrance.

Fuck, I’m already so wet for him.

“God you are perfect, Sasha,” he murmurs softly, those eyes still fixed on mine, holding me in place, unable to look away.

I can’t look away from him—but I don’t want to, either. I want to drink in that look in his eyes over and over, as long as I can.

He pushes his hips forward in one slow, smooth motion, and the tip of his cock spreads my lips. Inches into my pussy, centimeter by torturous centimeter. I gasp softly, wriggling against him, trying to push him deeper, faster.

“Always so impatient,” he scolds, a hint of a smile on his mouth. He’s still holding me against him, the little spoon to his bigger one, and I love this feeling, being completely enfolded in his body, even as his thick cock begins to fill me up.

“What can I say?” I smile back, arching a brow. “I like having your big cock inside me, Country Man.”

“Addicted already, City Girl?” He smirks, and with that, thrusts the rest of the way into me all at once, one swift hard motion.

I cry out with pleasure, my hands fisting in the sheets beside us.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he replies, laughing softly, as he begins to draw out of me again.