“Technically, I didn’t say anything.”
She flaps her hand several times. “Still counts.”
He rifles through his wallet and pulls out a five. “You got any change?”
She slides the cash into the pocket of her overalls. “Nope. Pleasure doing business with you.”
He smiles and ruffles her hair. “This is highway robbery.”
She beams up at him like he hung the moon. “Me and Mama made cookies. Want some?”
“You should’ve led with that, Emmy Lou. Did y’all bring me some?”
I widen my eyes and shake my head, but she betrays me. “Uncle Jaxy has some in the truck.”
Griffin crosses his arms over his broad chest and cocks his head to one side. “Does he now?”
I reach in through the passenger window and grab the container. “You can haveone. Take it or leave it.”
“Make it three, and I’ll muck out the stalls tonight.”
“Deal.”
After an uneventful afternoon with my family, I head back home just as the sun begins to sink below the horizon, casting long shadows over the rolling landscape. It’s only a formality that I still call this place home. It hasn’t truly felt like it in years.
Whispering Oaks Ranch is little more than the place where I work and lay my head. The people here are all that matter to me. Without them, I’d be long gone.
I drag my feet up the front porch and let myself into my house, with only the oppressive quiet and the bitter darkness waiting to greet me. After setting my boots on the lonely welcome mat, I head into the den.
I settle on the brown leather sofa and log in to the Pleasure Peak app, seeking a connection, even if it’s artificial. The app looks like any other social media; only here, you get to choose what flavor of content you want to consume. It caters to a wide demographic, as long as everyone involved is a consenting adult.
I’ve been at this for almost three years. It was initially a way to let off steam at the end of the day without seeking out a real person with complications like feelings. Now it’s more than that.
I have a few private messages waiting, but the comments on my most recent post draw my attention first. My subscribers are nothing if not creative.
Mercy_squirt: I may not be Cinderella but I know it fits.
Smuthunny69: I'd dislocate my jaw like an anaconda.
kittykisser80085: I have nothing respectful to say.
Once I’ve caught up on everything I missed, I head into my bedroom and set my camera on the tripod at the end of my bed. After tugging off my shirt, I secure the bandana around my face and put on my signature black cowboy hat. It’s all part of my brand.
I start the recording and settle back against the headboard. As I unbuckle my jeans, I think back to the way it felt to hold Callie in my arms—her body melting against me as she inhaled my scent. Nothing has ever felt so goddamn right.
Just the thought that Callie could see me like this makes my cock twitch. I dip my hand under the waistband of my jeans and release my straining erection. She’d be so responsive for me as my tongue charted a path across her creamy skin. Callie Cooper has been my muse for longer than she realizes.
At first, it was awkward, talking dirty into a camera that couldn’t respond. It’s second nature now. I’ve done it so frequently it’s become almost mundane.
“Mmm. Look at you, all wet and needy for me. Did you miss me?”
I grip myself tighter, stroking up the line of piercings decorating the underside of my shaft. “Open those pretty thighs and play with that perfect cunt for me.”
I keep my empty gaze locked on the screen, but my thoughts are a million miles away. It’s Callie I’m seeing, laid out for me, bare and glistening with arousal. Her puffy pink lips are on display as she sinks her fingers inside her wet cunt. She moans and whimpers my name, begging to be filled.
“You’re so fucking beautiful all spread out for me. I want to devour you. Lick your pretty clit until you can’t take anymore.”
I pant into the microphone hidden beneath the mask, mylurid sounds filling the silence. “You’d beg for my cock, wouldn’t you? And just when you’re about to come, I’ll sink my cock so deep you’ll forget your own name.”
