Page 38 of Country Charm

I guide her legs down and look at her lying on the couch. Her hands are on her breasts, her bra shoved above them.

I stand and scoop her up into my arms. Her legs are still bound by her pants, but she’s too high from her orgasm to care. I carry her out of the library, down the stairs, and into my master bedroom on the first floor.

“You up for more, baby?” I say as I lay her in the middle of my bed. I pull her pants and socks off, and go to set them down on the floor, but hold her underwear just in case she’s ready to sleep.

Cassidy pushes herself up on her elbows. “Give me all you got, cowboy.”

Chapter Nineteen

Cassidy

I’m ripping my shirt off in a frenzy. Just moments ago, I felt weightless and ready to possibly drift off into a sedative state. Now, my body has picked up a second wind.

Seeing Hunter at the foot of the bed, shirt undone, large bulge in those dark jeans, square jaw tense, with my panties in his hand; all of it is like downing a 5-Hour Energy shot.

The man hands out orgasms like they’re candy on Halloween and not the fun-size. This guy is handing out full-sized Snickers. I’ve had those fun-size candies in the past; orgasms I had to help work toward, orgasms I had to fake and take care of later. Hunter was playing my body like a fiddle, and I was not going to turn down the chance for more.

If he can do half of what he can with his mouth and fingers with the hard ridge, I’m done for.

“Damn, maybe you will go missin’ tonight. Ain’t no way I’m letting your beautiful ass walk out that door.” His eyes rake over my body, and I feel my flesh heat in their wake. I unclip my bra and toss it athim.

“You could join me in this strip party, you know,” I say with an edge in my voice.

“I think I could go for another round all about you.” He slides a knee on the bed and starts to crawl toward me. I stop him with my foot on his shoulder.

“Clothes off, Hunter,” I demand.

His eyes drop down to my center, and he swallows before chuckling and standing up straight again. Grabbing the open neck of his shirt, he peels the offensive clothes off his sculptured body. I’m practically drooling watching him undress. Hunter reaches for the belt and button on his jeans and undoes them in a flash.

“I’ve got to admit, you’re makin’ me a bit nervous with your scrutinizing gaze.”

“My gaze is anything but scrutinizing. Lose the pants, Country Charm.”

And he does. He pushes them down and that impressive erection springs forth, joining our party.

I’m fucking screwed.Or I will be once he drills me with that thing.

Hunter climbs onto the bed and covers my naked body with his. I’m so hot; I hope he doesn’t mind us getting sweaty. He leans down and claims my mouth possessively, sliding his legs in between mine. I gladly open to him. I’ve been wanting this since the moment he mooed in my ear.

I drag my hands down his back and pull him closer to me and I feel his rigid length lay against my cleft. It’s hot, thick, steel, and I want it inside me. I’m growing impatient, but that’s not really fair since Hunter has given me two orgasms to his nil.

He rolls over me for a moment and crawls across his bed to get to a bedside table. It should be awkward to watch anaked man crawl, but one, it’s kind of hot, and two, it’s making me realize how enormous this bed is.

“What size bed is this?”

“Huh?” He has a hand on the handle of a drawer, and he looks over his shoulder at me.

“This bed is huge. I own a king-size, and this definitely seems bigger.”

Hunter pulls a condom out of the drawer and makes his way back over to me. He kneels between my legs and looks at me. Foil between his fingers, he deftly rips the packet open and then tosses the foil aside. Positioning the rubber at the stout head, he locks eyes with me.

“You want to talk about this now?” I look down at his hands and try to think about how sore that thing is going to make me. I’m going to have to pee leaning forward for days to let my sore sex rest.

“Ummm, yes?”

“It’s custom; my pop said that sleep is a gift for a farmer. Make sure you get the good sleep.”

“Smart man, I value sleep myself.”

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