Throwing her head back, Kellie let out a moan that was torn from deep within her. “Please, Jake. Please make me come. I need it. I need you,” she begged, and I didn’t make her wait. Pushing aside the scrap of damp fabric, I slid one finger inside her, feeling her walls clench down.
As soon as she adjusted, Kellie sat up the best she could and palmed her heaving tits through the dress I wanted ripped from her body. I wanted her naked. It’d been so long since I’d seen her, I needed my fill. Feeling her writhing around on top of me wasn’t enough. I needed her naked and pinned beneath me while I feasted on her. Devoured her.
“Jake!” Kellie cried as I strummed my thumb across her clit.
“Marshmallow…” I replied as I added another finger and sped up.
My cock was weeping in my jeans. Trapped by the denim barrier, I could feel her hot heat hovering over me as the scent of Kellie’s arousal filled the cab.
“Need you to come, sweetheart,” I instructed her as I worked her clit faster, the sound of her pussy sucking my fingers into her as I finger-fucked her in the moonlight was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard.
“Kiss me, Jake,” Kellie begged as she held my head in her hands and snaked her tongue into my mouth, stealing my breath as she came and shuddered.
By the time she pulled back, she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, panting with her cheeks flushed and her hair wild, yet somehow, she’d never looked better. The freshly-fucked look worked for her, and I couldn’t be more fucking ecstatic to be the one who’d made her that way.
Kellie’s glassy, satisfied eyes dropped to my crotch. My balls tightened under her gaze. And when she reached for my belt buckle, I did something, the last thing I ever wanted to do. I stopped her.
As much as it pained me to force out the words, something my cock would be punishing me for later, I spluttered, “No. We can’t.”
ChapterNine
Kellie
“No. We can’t.”
I heard Jake’s words, and it was like a bucket of ice water had just been tipped over my head.
“No. We can’t.”
I couldn’t unhear it, and I couldn’t pull away fast enough. It was bad enough my dress was still hitched up around my waist and the whole cab of the truck smelled like sex, but to be rejected like this, it hurt like nothing else ever had.
“Kellie,” Jake tried, his voice soft, but I didn't want to know.
Vaulting from the car, grateful now that Jake had taken my shoes off, I started across the paddock, hoping I was heading in the right direction and praying I didn’t step in something.
Tears were blinding me, and I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to turn around, go back, and give Jake a piece of my mind, or run, crying into the night, hoping he slipped in a cow pat and forgot everything that just happened.
I thought he’d been into it. I thought he’d been into me. From the impressive way he was tenting those jeans, I knew at least a part of him was, and not a small part, either. But maybe he was just a horny guy who thought he’d get his dick wet. But if that was it, why didn’t he just fuck me before tossing me aside?
“Kellie!” Jake called again, and I picked up speed.
I didn't want to talk to him or look at him right now. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and pretend the last two hours never happened.
“For fucks’ sake, woman, would you wait?” he tried again, his voice sounding like it was getting closer.
Taking another step, I dropped into a hole and went down like a sack of potatoes. “Ouch!” I cried as the thistles scratched my legs, and my ankle went out from under me.
“Shit, Kel,” Jake swore.
Sitting on my ass in the middle of the field in the dark after having just been rejected, I was pretty sure life couldn’t possibly get any worse. My ankle throbbed, my legs itched, my heart hurt, and my embarrassment was palpable.
Jake dropped to his knees beside me. “Where does it hurt?” He was all business, and I didn’t know whether to smack him over the head or hug him.
“It’s fine. I just twisted my ankle.” I waved him off.
“Let me look.”
“It’s fine.”
