Page 100 of Kentucky Nights
Those short fucking shorts are driving me wild. Her legs are smooth and toned. All I can imagine are those beauties wrapping around me while I thrust as deep as I can.
If she weren’t pregnant already, I know tonight would be the night that she would be.
I’m fucking feral.
Only one more minute of her hand stroking my thigh, and she’s mine. She doesn’t know the night is young and we are going to spend it in the bed of the truck, looking up at the sky, and surrounded by wildflowers. I could fuck her in the backseat, boots on, spurs swirling, her shorts pushed to the side while I take and feed.
I want to.
I envisioned something special for the claiming night, and that didn’t get to happen.
I’m going to make it happen.
And then, tomorrow I’m going to fuck her in the backseat of the truck.
I inhale a sharp breath when her fingers skim up my inner thigh, teasing my hard cock pressing against the rough denim.
A growl forms in my throat. “Darlin’, I’m barely holding on to my sanity.” I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the blood-colored hue tinting my vision.
I can’t. I’m too far gone.
“I like it when you lose control.”
When the driveway comes into view, I jerk the wheel and take a sharp left. The truck fishtails, sending us skidding across the pavement. I correct the wheel and slam on the gas.
Pressing the button I have connected to my visor, the gate to the pasture opens, and I slow, careful to make sure I don’t hit any animals.
New horses, donkeys, and mules hang by the row barn while the cows are lying in the field.
Most of them are sleeping and choose not to speak to me, which is great because my attention is focused on Dru. The ride across the fields is bumpy and uncomfortable. Dru is holding onto the bar above the door. With every hole we hit, she bounces out of her seat a little.
“Sorry, Darlin’. The ride to where we are going will be rough, but I promise, it will be worth it.”
“Well, I might as well make use of the time, then.” She leans over the middle console and unzips my jeans.
I grab her wrist, nostrils flaring from how badly I want her to continue, but her safety is first. “Dru, your seatbelt. I’d rather you be safe.”
“You’ll keep me safe, won’t you?” She frees my hard, leaking cock from my jeans. “You’ll protect me.”
“With my eternal life, Darlin’.”
“Then, I’m not worried.” She licks her plump lips, her hand wrapping around the base of my cock to give it a firm stroke.
“Fuck,” I groan, curling my hips to slip through her hand more.
She bends down, taking me between her lips, and I clutch the wheel with one hand while the other palms the back of her head.
“God, that mouth, Darlin’. I’m going to spill down your throat. Keep you full in every way tonight. Your cunt, your mouth, your stomach. All of it will be claimed. You’ll taste me on your tongue all night and know who you belong to.”
She hums around my cock in reply, the vibrations reverberate inside the throbbing muscle. Her mouth is wet and warm, causing me to pump the brakes every other minute. I can’t focus.
The pasture is blurring together with every delicious suction of her cheeks when she hollows them. She slurps and moans, so audible, and those filthy erotic noises are heating my skin, fueling my body with the need to claim her.
“Fuck, Dru. Fuck, I love how you suck my cock. You make me feel so good. Do you like my cock in your mouth? You love being unable to speak, don’t you?”
She answers me again, groaning around me as if she can’t get enough. My hand roams down her back, gripping her ass in those little shorts. My fangs lengthen when I smell how wet she is. Her arousal is thick in the air, and it only gets stronger the longer she fucks her mouth on me.
I lift off the seat, pressing against the gas pedal, panting from my orgasm, gaining traction, and getting closer.
