Page 27 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
Had he left? Maybe he didn't want to wait for the others to finish and went to look for someone on his own?
I frowned at my disappointment, reminding myself that I'd learned my lessons when it came to monsters and men over and over again.
And then James sighed, kissed my cheek, and pushed himself up. There was no sliding out of my ass, he was too wedged in, but he spread me open and retreated with an incredible care.
"You've been patient."
"She looks worth waiting for."
I stiffened at Dallas's answer, somewhere behind us. He hadn't left he'd literally moved so he could?—
"She is," Beck said, also kissing my cheek, and then nuzzling for good measure. He started to roll over, turning me with him, when Dallas issued another order.
"On her belly."
I wanted to roll over just to spite him, but I supposed this was more impersonal, probably better. The last thing I needed was to get attached to the big minotaur who?—
I scrambled, trying to think of a negative trait Dallas had displayed.
Who'd offered his hand to help me up. Who'd tried to tell me how to leave the field andnotend up in this situation. Who called me princess.
Who couldn't remember my damn name.There, that would have to do.
Beck petted a hand down my spine as he slid out from under me, and I jerked as a new and bigger than ever hand cupped my hip. Dallas lifted my hips from the floor, one hand on my belly, and a shocking rush of minotaur cum came spilling out of me. I squealed, trying to press my legs shut but he just laughed, kicking my thighs apart and then tossing a seed sack under my hips.
Oh my god.
He was propping me up.
"Gonna have a lot to apologize later for princess, but mostly this," Dallas grunted.
And then he was at my entrance, hot and wet andoutrageouslybig. Centaurs were shockingly long but in terms of girth they matched a minotaur and Dallas outpaced them by?—
"Hnnngghhh fuck fuck fuck," I gasped, hands scrambling against the floor in front of me as I tried to crawl away. He was so big. Surelytoobig. Why was my body already starting squeeze like it was waiting to swallow him up? Why were my nipples getting so tight? No, I needed toescape.
It was useless. I was boneless and Dallas just rose up over me and planted one hand around the back of my neck. His surging body forced his length deeper and I turned my head, just able to see him looming like a beautiful shadow above me, gold ring glinting on the setting sun.
"Sweet teets you fit me, princess."
That was a lie unless he meant I fit him like a pair of spanx just one size too small. I couldn'tbreatheand I was pretty sure I was one more inch away from blacking out. I pressed my lips flat and closed my eyes and Dallas grunted, pausing with that thick ridge at my opening.
"Don't you go quiet on me. Wanna hear you,"
"Fuuuck yoouuu," I growled and then I sang a bright clear note as he guided that ridge inside of me.
He stopped there, and I caught my breath, closing my eyes again and admitting to myself that this waswonderfuland hedidfit me in exactly the way I wanted. And I didn't just want romance, I wantedthis.I wanted to be pinned to the floor with my breasts smashed and my ass full of cum, and I wanted to be fucked until I couldn't walk or think, and I wanted to be so full of cock I thought I might split at the seams. Because when I was, the rest of the world was quiet and perfect and all I had to do was exist in this moment.
I sighed, and my eyes opened, and Dallas grunted. He lowered to his elbows, and his heat pressed to my back, soft and heavy and comforting.
"That's it. Just be my pretty little cunt to fill. See how nice that is?" Dallas growled in my ear.
Ten minutes before and I would've tried to slap him, but I'd seen the same truth he had and I nodded now. He rewarded me with a wet kiss on my shoulder and a thrust that sunk him to the hilt. We shouted together and I found his hand on the sheet grasping onto the back of it for an anchor. I rolled my head on the floor and it rested against his forearm as he started to move.
My body rolled into the seed sack, just enough give to rock me back and forth, give me something to sink into as he forced all the air from my body, taking every inch of space for himself. I was sweaty and sticky and James must've stolen my bra at some point. All I had on me were my damn soggy socks and work boots. And a solid three hundred plus pounds of minotaur muscle.
Dallas shifted, keeping one hand on the back of my neck and pulling the one I held away to slide under my hips, tipping me closer and rubbing a dull circle over my clit. It hadn't gotten much attention since Beck had eaten me out and it was primed from waiting for someone to touch. I jerked as Dallas huffed, picking up his pace. He hauled me up a little higher, giving up on the support of the seed sack and holding me himself. His balls clapped against the back of my thighs, a wet and noisy slap that matched the pace of my whines, and the bright light that flared behind my eyelids.
Fuck they were even bigger than James's. No wonder my thighs were now painted. I lifted my head and found Beck and James cuddled against a barrel just feet away from us. Beck's cock was hard again and he smiled at me as James stroked him.
