Page 17 of Brother In Arms

“Your turn,” she murmured and there was the girl from the bar. All she’d needed to do was commit.

I undid my belt, button, and zip peeling the flaps of my jeans to either side, sliding the scorching head of my cock up and down against her pussy. The angle was all wrong, so I put my left hand on her right shoulder and did just what I said I was going to do. I slammed her forward, bracing my arm against her back so she couldn’t stand upright again. Her hands automatically pressed against the straw and she tested me. It wasn’t happening though, not unless she said ‘no’, not unless she told me to stop.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, and I was all for having the green light.

I pressed against her opening and filled her up with one long, deep stroke until my balls slapped the rest of her tight little pussy.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers curling into the straw as she held onto the bale and I smiled and told her, “That’s right, baby. Hold on tight.”

I set a punishing rhythm. Slamming my body into hers until her hips bucked hard against the bale I held her against. I could feel her tight and wet around me and fuck if she didn’t fit me like a glove.

I never, not once in a million years thought, I would ever see her again, let alone that I’d ever get the chance to fuck her again, but I was glad we were here, and I was glad this was happening, and I was really glad she was as into it as I was. How did I know? The way her ass perked up and she shoved herself back to meet every oncoming thrust I could dish.

She gave a low, quiet, throaty moan and I seriously had to hold onto my shit. I was gonna lose it and come before her if I didn’t. I worked myself in and out of her wet heat, searching for that spot that would make her sing, and take her sky high. She cried out and jerked under the hard pin I had her under and I knew I found it. I worked that spot, too. Her breaths coming closer together, faster, her body writhing despite the hold I had on her, her pussy tightening around my shaft. Fuck that felt so good…

“That’s right, baby. You come for me, you come all over that dick,” I kept my voice low, a harsh breathless whisper to spare anyone overhearing or catching us. Bailey had the same idea, shoving her fist against her mouth as her switch flipped and she shuddered beneath me like she was being electrocuted. I fucking loved it when I took a woman that high and dropped her. Her pussy’s rhythmic throbbing and pulling along my cock sending me right over the edge with her.

I spilled inside her and shoved as deep as I could get, pressing our bodies tight together. She went ragdoll limp underneath me, and I let up on my punishing grip, dropping both my arms to my sides and tipping my head back to suck in air. My body demanding I breathe and I couldn’t disagree.

“Pull out,” she demanded after a few false starts and I did, slipping free from her body and watching a spill of my cum follow. God that was fuckin’ hot.

She jerked up her panties and jeans, and swiftly did them up. I blinked and tucked myself back into my pants at a more sedate pace.

“Remember the deal, this never happened,” she said curtly and she marched that shapely ass of hers right out of the barn doors.

“Yeah,” I muttered to myself, “but we both know it did.”

I turned around and leaned against the neatly stacked bales and with my jeans back in place, pressed my hands to my knees and finished catching my breath.

Man, I think I knew how my twin felt now… I was wrecked, and the woman had no idea the kind of affect she had on me. Double damn it, she was just the wrong fuckin’ kind of woman to get addicted to.

“Fuck,” I said to the empty barn then had to repeat it several more times for good measure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck it!”

Problem was, I just had, royally.

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