“Be my guest.”
“This part inside?” I ask, gesturing to one end.
“Yep, and the other part,” I slide it in and she quivers. “Yeah, right there on my clit.” Then she laughs. “I bet you remember how to turn it on and off.”
“I will never forget,” I say, and it softens us up again. She tips her head back and lets out a shallow breath as I turn it on, setting first one, then the other end, in motion. She grips my hand as the first wave of pleasure takes her. “Good?”
“Uh huh,” she gasps.
I rise to kiss her neck, palm her breasts, and give each nipple some attention. “On your knees, boss. Time’s ticking. Cane and Freckle are going to wonder where we are.”
“Give me room,” she sasses me. She shoves me backward, giving herself space to kneel on the floor. She’s less leisurely than the last time my cock was in her mouth, the vibrator intensifying the experience. Her lips stretch around me, dark eyes watching me. It’s hard not to lose it over that sight alone. I gather her hair into my hand and she moves faster.
I run my thumb along her jaw. “You’re gorgeous with your mouth full of me.”
She moans and pulls off, letting my precum hang between her lips and my cock before lapping it up. My head sags back on my shoulders, a deep groan escaping me. She hums her encouragement, and it resonates through my entire body. Her hands rest on my thighs, her nipples stiff peaks below for a gorgeous sight. Her eyes squeeze shut and her fingers claw my thighs.
“You getting close?”
She nods, breathing hard through her nose. I’m close too, because seeing her so turned on is so hot it’s almost unfair. She cups her breast in one hand and the other wraps around my base.
“Fuck, Darce, you want it in your mouth or on your tits?”
She doesn’t respond, whimpering through what I assume is her own climax. She screams around my cock, and I cry out too, overwhelmed by how unspeakably erotic this is.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” I whine. “I?—”
I pull out of her mouth and while she looks alarmed for a second, I state it again, more urgently this time. “If you don’t pick, it’s going on your tits.”
“Do it,” she rasps and rises higher on her knees, leaning her shoulders against the bed to put her tits on display for me. “Don’t forget my face.”
“Okay. Fuck,” I whimper. I didn’t expect her to be this much of a freak. It’s hot. Too hot. I give my cock a pump or two more, and then I’m coming, hitting her extended tongue before she draws it in her mouth, her chin, and all over her chest.
I gasp over her, until she bends forward to lick me clean. “My good fuckin’ girl,” I coo, letting my head roll back as she gives me gentle licks and sucks. I take her in, all covered in me, and one side of my lips hooks upward. “You’re a wild thing, you know that?”
“Too much?” she asks, releasing me from her lips with a pop.
“Absolutely not.” I kneel to get down to her level. “You’re batting a thousand on orgasms with me.”
“Maybe you should try being more disappointing,” she says, panting and wincing as she turns off the toy. We laugh and melt into a kiss. She pulls away and looks at the clock. “Oh god. We still have to eat and bring the horses in and shower.”
I check the clock and inspiration strikes. “You’re not getting a shower.” I rub my cum into her chest, spending extra time smoothing the pearly white liquid into her breasts. “Now you can have me on you the whole time you’re away from me. That way you can’t forget you’re mine.”
I dip to suck her nipples, bitter and salty from my mess.
Darcy’s mouth hangs open and her eyes dance while she fumbles over her words. “Jake, I—this is?—”
“You like it, don’t you, dirty girl?”
“Yeah,” she hums.
I suspend my lips over hers, cupping her neck in my hand and putting my thumb under her chin. Her breasts, all covered in me, heave and if we don’t get some clothes on fast, we’re never getting out of this room. “You can’t call me Daddy and think I’m not going to mark you as mine, boss.”
THIRTY
DARCY
Brianna and Beccawait while I back the farm truck into the parking spot behind our vendor stall.
