“Why are you so good to me?” I ask, staring into his eyes.
“I hope that’s rhetorical.”
I smile. “It isn’t.”
He doesn’t answer me with words, just a kiss that goes from sweet to heated in a flash.
His fingers slip beneath my shirt, palming my breasts with both hands. I grab the hem and yank it up, pulling away from his mouth long enough to get it over my head. I struggle with the button on my shorts, laughing against Hartley’s lips, as he does the same with his jeans.
“Do you have a blanket or something up here?” I ask, glancing around.
“Believe it or not,” he says, shoving my bra down so my tits sit on top of the cups, “I don’t walk around all day prepared to fuck.”
“That’s a good thing—oh.” My moan echoes through the barn as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. I thread my fingers in his hair and encourage him to continue. “I might have to come visit you at work more often.”
He chuckles, pulling away. “Let’s get you on your hands and knees on that hay bale.” He grabs his discarded shirt and lays it on the edge. “That should help a little bit.”
I crawl on top of the hay and get on all fours. Looking at him over my shoulder, I find his hand on his cock and his eyes glued to my ass. I give it a little shake for him, earning a growl.
That sound reaches my pussy, causing it to throb even harder.
“Do you know how many nights I dreamed about this?” he asks, lining the tip up with my opening. “In my mind, I’ve had you in every barn on this property, every room in my house, and every vehicle and piece of equipment in my name.”
“Sounds like a fun game. We should try it.”
He spreads my ass cheeks apart so he can watch himself drive into me. “Fuck, Mira.”
My shoulders sag as he parts my flesh, and ripples of pleasure dance through my body.
“I love how wet you get for me,” he says, sliding into me again. A whoosh of breath comes from his lungs. “How your pussy begs for my cock.” He groans. “Do you feel that?”
I do. My muscles tighten around him like it’s pleading for his cum.
“Give it to me harder.” Ignoring the sharp pieces of hay biting into my skin through his shirt, I rock back against him. “I want to feel this when I leave.” I bite my lip as he sinks all the way into me. “I want you dripping out of me for the rest of the day.”
Scorching heat rolls through me, leaving a sheen of sweat between my breasts.
“Is this what you’re after?” he asks, pounding into me. “Is this why you came all the way out here? To get fucked?”
“Yup.” I moan, soaking up his words as he drives me closer to an orgasm. “You’ve made me addicted to you.”
His fingers dig into my hips as he goes harder. “It’s about time you joined the club. I’ve been addicted to you forever.”
My chest jiggles as he thrusts harder and faster. I sink back as far as I can, keeping my hips tilted up for him. The intensity hits a level where it’s hard to breathe.
“I’m close,” I warn him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “I’m so, so close.”
“I’ve been close since I touched you.”
I look back at him and find his hungry eyes. His neck muscles tighten as his calloused hands grip me tightly. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t blink, as his body begins to shake.
The vision of him struggling not to lose it blindsides me, sending me teetering off the edge of bliss.
“Fuck!” I yell, my arms threatening to give out.
He pounds into me relentlessly—deliciously—as he releases himself against the back of my pussy.
I love it. I love it so fucking much.
