“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Open wider.”
“Like this?”
“Perfect.”
I swipe my tongue through her folds, loving how wet she is for me. Her fingers sink into my hair and hold on tight.
It’s the sting of pain that causes me to rock my hips into the bed.
“Are you going to fuck me, Sam?”
Those words.
“Patience, darlin’. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Please, Sam.”
I rock back onto my heels, stopping my moves. “Hmm.”
“What?” she groans.
“I like hearing you beg.”
“Please. I need you.”
“What a good?—”
“Fuck!” I startle awake, breath hot and heavy. “Fuck.”
I press the heels of my hands into my eyes to try and clear the thoughts flashing through my mind. Of the sexy brunette that was laid out before me.
Fuck. Me.
I damn near came in my pants at the thought of Joey. My dick is still rock-hard. I try to do everything I can to will it down without actually touching it. That won’t do me any good.
Except nothing is working. It’s still tenting my damn boxers.
Fuck. I’m going to have to take care of this.
Throwing off the sheets, I head into the bathroom and flip on the shower. Steam fills the room as I brush my teeth.
I kick off my boxers and step into the hot steam.
Damn. That feels good. But it doesn’t compare to how good it feels when I finally get my fist wrapped around my cock.
“Fuuuuuck.” I let out a hiss as I give myself a long, slow stroke. “Fuck.”
Thoughts of Joey flood my mind. Maybe this will help. Imagining her on her knees for me. Taking my thick cock to the back of her throat. Watching her eyes go wide as she moves that pretty mouth of hers up and down my length.
Hell, maybe she’s even getting herself off. I’d slide my fingers through her hair to make her go faster. My grip tightens as I fuck my fist.
Damn it. It feels good. So damn good. The thought of coming down Joey’s throat pulls my release from me, spraying it all over the shower wall.
“Yes,” I hiss, throwing my head back and letting the water stream over me. The tension leaves my body as I give myself another few strokes, the last of my cum spraying over the floor.
I finish my shower and get dressed. I throw on my usual ranch T-shirt and jeans with my boots before heading out to the barn to check on all the horses.
This is my favorite time of day. It’s still early. The dew sticks to the grass as I walk inside. It’s only me and animals. No one else is around to distract me from tending to them.
