Grace pushed up on her elbows, a mischievous smile crossing her lips. “And I did want to do farmer things.”
“Well, you’re about to do this farmer,” I assured her before bending over her and capturing her lips in a bruising kiss.
Grace’s tongue tangled with mine, both of us fighting for control. But she wasn’t running this show. I was. But when she slipped her hand between us and wrapped it around my cock, my hips jerked, and I almost came all over her stomach. Needing to be inside her, I broke the kiss.
“On your stomach,” I commanded, and a confused look crossed her face. “You want to do farmer things, then you’re going to get on all fours and I’m going to fuck you from behind until your arms quiver and your knees go weak.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
I rocked back and stroked my cock as Grace scrambled into position. With her bent over in front of me, ass in the air, and her thighs sticky, I slid inside in one long thrust.
“Oh, fuck me,” Grace moaned as I bottomed out.
“That’s ... the ... plan,” I replied in stunted pants as I thrust inside her, our momentum growing.
She was hot and wet, and I was in fucking heaven. I gripped her hips and started pistoning into her. My balls slapped against her ass, and I had no doubts this was going to be over embarrassingly quickly.
“Fuck that feels good,” Grace practically purred. She wasn’t wrong. It felt fucking sensational. It’d been less than twelve hours since I was buried balls deep inside her and I still couldn’t get enough.
“Play with your clit, baby,” I encouraged as I got closer to exploding.
“I can’t,” she cried.
“You can and you will. You’re coming again.”
“Cole, I can’t …”
I slapped her ass. The sound shocked both of us, and when I saw my pink handprint stain her milky white cheek regret slammed into me like a freight train.
“Holy shit!” Grace muttered as she slumped to her elbows. “Do it again,” she demanded.
That was not what I was expecting. My girl liked it dirty. She was a fucking unicorn. How the hell was I supposed to let her go?
I brought my palm down on her other cheek in the same motion I thrust inside her. As the sound of my slap echoed, Grace clamped down on my dick milking me. I hadn’t even seen my orgasm coming, but the moment she detonated around me, she dragged me over the edge head-first into nirvana.
I kneeled behind her, massaging the globes of her ass as we came down from the orgasmic high. When I pulled out, Grace fell forward, lying on the blanket completely sated and boneless. Feeling like a king who’d just served his queen, I lay beside her, pushing her hair off her face and tucking it behind her ear before placing a soft kiss on her nose.
Grace’s eyes were closed and her lips parted.
With my arm slung across her waist, we just lay in silence.
“I think I could like doing farmer things,” Grace murmured sleepily as she snuggled closer and draped her leg across mine.
My dick twitched between us.
“I think this farmer likes doing you,” I assured her, kissing her temple.
For some reason this felt perfect. We were lying on a blanket on a bed of hay in the corner of the barn, yet for all I cared, we could’ve been in a five-star hotel. I had the woman of my dreams fucked senseless and sleepy in my arms and I couldn’t imagine anywhere else I wanted to be.
Grace wiggled around making herself comfortable with her head resting on my chest over my pounding heart and her legs tangled in mine.
“Cole! Where the fuck are you? We’ve got a problem.” Zane’s booming voice interrupted our moment.
Chapter fifteen
Grace
