“Sweetheart, you’re only a tease if you don’t plan on following through. And you better believe I’m following through,” I confirmed as I slid two fingers inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as she arched again.
My dick was weeping in my boxers, desperate to join the party but the show was too good. I was going to make her come on my fingers before I fucked her seven ways to Sunday and proved once and for all just how much of a tease I wasn’t.
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, loving the sound of her breathy little pants. Her whole body heated and turned pink as she climbed toward her orgasm. When Grace palmed her tit through her bra, I snapped. It wasn’t enough.
With my free hand, I tugged the offending underwear down letting her boobs pop free. Her nipples were diamond-hard and begging for my tongue. Not one to let them down, I bent over her and sucked a tip into my mouth, while I circled her clit with my thumb. The sounds were the most erotic thing I’d heard in a long time. Between Grace begging for more, her desperate breaths, and the sound of my fingers pumping in and out of her, I was losing it.
Grace’s fingers tangled in my hair and tugged on the strands. It stung my scalp and, for a second, distracted me from the pain of my dick pressing against my zipper.
“I need … I need …” Grace was climbing. She pinched her nipple and moaned.
I tugged my hand from her pants and her eyes sprung open.
“What the fuck …” she accused as I reached for her sneakers.
“I need these pants gone,” I told her, tugged off her shoes, and tossed them out of my way.
A few awkward moments later and a bit of wriggling, and Grace was as naked as the day she was born. Lying on a dark blue plaid blanket, in the corner of my barn, this was an image I was going to use in my spank bank for the rest of my days.
“What are you waiting for?” Grace asked and I didn’t have an answer.
She let her knees fall open and I watched as her hand skated down her stomach. When she reached the trimmed patch of hair my breath hitched. I could smell her arousal, and it was making me crazy.
When she parted her lips, showing off her throbbing little clit, I couldn’t wait anymore. I reached for my belt and unsnapped the buckle. As I dragged it through the loops, Grace circled her clit with her middle finger.
I tossed my belt aside and undid my jeans.
Standing up, with my eyes fixed on her pussy, I toed off my boots before dropping my jeans and boxers. My dick was standing to attention and weeping. I was hard as steel, and I couldn’t stop myself from stroking my cock as I watched Grace pleasure herself.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I muttered as I began pumping my shaft harder and faster.
“Like that do you?” Grace panted as she slid two fingers inside her while the other hand tweaked her nipple. She was biting down so hard on her lip she was on the verge of drawing blood.
I shuffled around until I was standing between her spread thighs with the most perfect sight I’d ever seen. Her pink, puffylips were glistening. Her tits were straining and peppered with red marks. Marks I’d left there.
“Are you just gonna stand there and watch?”
“I just might …” I suggested. It was fucking hot.
Grace started rubbing her clit with renewed vigor. There was no doubt she was getting close.
“I’m going to … Fuck!” she mumbled.
I couldn’t take it a second longer. I dropped to my knees, shoved her hand out of the way, and pressed my face into her pussy. She smelt like heaven and sin all wrapped up. I was drowning in her and I never wanted to come up for air.
I licked and sucked and lapped up everything she had to give. Grace’s knees squeezed my shoulders, pinning me in place but she didn’t have to. I wasn’t going anywhere. As I slid two fingers into her tight channel, she arched her back, screamed loud enough to send the birds flying, and came in a flood as she clamped down around my fingers.
I lifted my head and caught her eye. Her eyes had glazed over, and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Holy fuck that was …”
“Hot,” I finished for her before pulling my fingers out and bringing them to my lips, licking them clean.
“I was going to say dirty …”
“Well, farming is a dirty business.”
