“I don’t know,” she says quickly as she circles the bins, studying each chicken. “I’ve done a ton of research on Easter-eggers, you know the ones that lay the pretty jewel-toned eggs,but I’m thinking about some of these too.” She nods down at the Leghorns. “We could have a bunch of different varieties. I could—”
She stops herself and stares down at her boots, a sad disappointed look on her face.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I land my hand on her shoulder and massage gently. “You can have whatever you want. Hell, I’ll buy you every chicken in the place. I was going to have you pick out a coop next.”
Her baby blues draw up, watering a little. “I can’t let you do that, Ryker. This is all so expensive and I still don’t have land to put them on.” She wipes her eyes. “It’s fun to look, though.”
“Maybe I wasn’t clear earlier,” I say, kissing the wetness on her cheek away. “You’re mine and I’ll take care of you, so you get what you want. The coop is going on my land, the chickens are going on my land, andyou… you’re going on my land.”
She hisses out some kind of sound I don’t recognize then glances down at the chickens again. “But what about Benny? We don’t know what we’re messing with. What if things don’t work out between us?”
“Look,” I groan, my hands on the sides of her face, “I can’t pretend like I’m not in love with you. I can’t pretend like I don’t want to bend you over every ten minutes and fill you up. I can’t pretend I don’t want a life where you and all your dreams are in it. Benny is going to have to get used to the idea. That’s that.” I kiss the tip of her nose and turn her back toward the chickens. “I love you, now pick which ones you want. We’ve got a coop to fill.”
She twists back toward me, a soft smile on her face. “You really love me?”
“Yes,” I grin and lean into her lips, “I really love you. I’ve really loved you for a really long time.”
“Even before you were supposed to?” She bounces on the tips of her toes as she speaks.
“Way before I was supposed to.” I kiss her head and twist her back toward the chickens before my cock grows hard again. “Now pick out your chickens.”
She’s shy for a few minutes, wandering around the enclosure slowly. I watch her mind move, watch her debate things I’m sure have to do with us and what this all means, but then I see the smile lift onto her face as she glances up at me. “Okay! I’ll take the Easter-eggers and the Leghorns. Maybe a few ducks too… for the pond.”
I nod once and feel the ache in my cock as she accepts the life I’m offering. “Good girl. Now go back to the bathroom and wait for me. I’m going to have this kid load up my truck.”
“Why would I go to the bathroom?” She narrows her gaze.
I brush my hand against her chin. “Because I’m going to fuck you hard.”
Her thighs squeeze together instinctively as she stares up at me, bouncing on the tips of those toes again.
Fuck. That little, titty bounce thing is killing me.
“Go,” I growl. “I’ll be back there in a second.”
With a grin, she twists back toward the bathroom, and I head toward the register, though I’m not sure I’m going to last the five minutes it takes to order these things.
My chest is squeezing, my balls are tight, and the kid behind the counter is slow as fuck, noting everything I’m requesting by hand. In the city, we’d have this run through in twenty seconds. This kid is writing the wordchickentwenty times over.
With a grunt, I grab the paper from his hand and jot down the order myself. “My truck is parked down the sidewalk. A black Silverado 2500.” I jot the license plate down as well so there’s no confusion. “I’ll also take the biggest coop you have.” I slide my credit card across the table. “Leave the card on the counterhere when you’re done ringing me up. I gotta take a piss like you wouldn’t believe.”
The kid laughs and rattles on about when he was in line at the market and had to take a giant piss, but I don’t stay to hear it. I turn back toward the bathroom, push open the door, and press my girl against the back wall, my hand around her neck, the other up her shirt against her full tit.
Fuck!
My cock presses at my zipper, and though I want to go slow and take her all in, this need to fuck, urgent. This need to claim her, critical.
“Tell me you need my cock.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” she pants as she tugs her leggings to the ground, exposing her swollen pink pussy.
Good God.
I palm over her soft seam and slide a finger against her swollen clit, rubbing circles with my thumb. “Yeah? What do you think about, pretty girl?”
“I like the way you make your demands,” she says, her voice turning breathy as she fumbles with my belt and unbuckles my jeans. “I like the way you make me feel wanted.”
“Oh, I fucking want you.” I grit my teeth and turn her around, bending her over the sink before sliding my hard cock into her tiny, little pussy with one hard shove. “You belong to me, girl.”
