“Did you have fun?”I asked as we drove back to my house. All of my brothers and sister had their own house on the family land except Bray, who’d lived with me until he moved in with Katie, and Zeb who was still in college. Since the ranch was so large, access to our houses came from different roads. My place was on the north side, about a five mile ride from the Camden Ranch.
“Yeah.”
“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” I asked.
“What?”
“Your thighs. How your sticky honey got all over my hand.”
She gasped, pressed her legs together.
“Pull your dress up, princess.”
Her mouth dropped open as she stared wide eyed at me. I glanced at her, saw her cheeks were all pink.
The sun was setting, casting a pretty glow over the prairie around us. And Cassidy.
“Why?”
“Because it’s time to show me your honey pot.”
“Hayes!”
“Tell me to stop, Cassidy. Say your safeword.”
I was giving her an out. If I was pushing too hard, if she didn’t like what I was throwing down, she could tell me.
“I’m hard as a fucking fence post. I’ve had to jerk off to ease the ache in my balls, but there’s no relief. Not until I get inside that tight virgin pussy.”
“You… you are?”
I put my hand over my hard-on in my jeans, shifted it to get more comfortable. “This is what you do to me. You say the word and I’ll stop.”
She licked her lips, squirmed and whimpered. I’d bet my left nut that she was so turned on right now.
“Or lift up that dress.”
She was quiet for a minute. The longest minute of my life. Then, just like earlier when she took off her panties, she slowly, so fucking slowly, worked the hem up her thighs. Then she stopped a few inches shy of showing me everything. “I don’t have panties on.”
“That’s right.” I patted my shirt pocket. “I’ve got them.”
She whimpered, shivered even, then slid the dress up so it rested at her waist. I could see her creamy thighs, but her pussy was in shadow.
“Good girl. Now put your feet up on the dash.”
“Hayes,” she whined.
She loved this. And hated it.
But wanted it. Hell, needed it, even if she didn’t know how much.
I slowed the truck just a little, wanting the ride to take longer.
She lifted her right leg, bent the knee and set her foot up on the dash. Her dress rode up and–
I gripped the steering wheel so hard it might crack. It was so fucking difficult to keep my eyes on the road because there was her pussy. Shit. FUCK.
I slowed the truck even further when she set her other foot where she was told.
