“Let me make you feel good, too, baby doll,” I tell her, wanting her to feel the same pleasure I did. Needing it.
Pushing the panties to the side, I slide my pinky finger inside her and feel her clench around it. She’s so tiny, I have a hard time getting it in, but she’s slick with need and I make it work. After a second I slide my pinky out and she whines.
“Shhh. I think you can take something bigger now.” I use my index finger, feeling her tightness again, and it takes a moment for her to relax and let me in.
Her back is to my front and her legs are spread wide as I bring my other hand around to rub her wet clit. Her big green eyes open wide in wonder and want. She’s so sticky with need, and her pussy opens for my touch. I’m finger-fucking her a little harder now, trying to work her opening wider, wide enough so that she can take my cock. Not right this second, but soon. She’s mine, and I want to stake my claim. I don’t want another man sniffing around after her and her not be marked.
“Trace,” she moans, and it’s sweet like summer rain.
“That’s it, baby doll. This is your first time cumming, isn’t it? Your first time letting a real man get you off?”
“Yes.” The word is caught on a gasp as I pinch her clit.
“I want to be the first everything with you. I want to own your first orgasm. Do it on my finger so I can lick it clean. Let me see what fresh pussy cum tastes like.”
She cries out my name as she tenses in my arms and a rush of hot liquid coats my hand. I keep thrusting inside her, the slick sounds of it echoing in my kitchen, and she nearly screams the house down.
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.