Page 8 of Big Burly Foreman

“I was sure I saw her head this way. She must’ve left.”

“You think?”

“I mean, she’s not here, so obviously.”

“Fuck, I need a smoke,” the kid says, his voice laced with frustration.

“Hey, you can’t smoke in here. Can’t you see the hay? It would take one stray spark to light the place on fire.”

There is a huff and a frustrated groan before their footsteps move further away from our spot, but they don’t leave entirely. I can still hear them outside the door, and from the conversation, I can tell they’re not in a hurry to leave.

I shift my focus back to Ashley and run a finger down her cheek, and although I can’t see her properly in the dim light, I can imagine her cheeks are flushed.

“I’m going to help you relax,” I whisper into her ear. “Promise you won’t make any noise to alert them, okay?”

She gasps, closing her fingers tightly on my shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you,” I rasp, tugging at the straps of her dress, cupping her mouth just in time to stifle a moan when my fingers tug at her pert nipples. Her breasts are a work of art, filling my hands perfectly, and I have to clench my teeth to bite back a growl. My cock is leaking precum, threatening to spill, but I can hold on a little longer.

I’ve imagined having her for too long to release before I’ve even touched her.

Ashley whimpers behind my palm when I run my thumbs over her nipples, and her body bucks against mine when I lower my lips to her ears. The feel of her body against me, the smell of her scent, and the sound of her heavy sighs send spurts of precum firing from the tip of my cock with the need to be inside of her.

Fuck! I can’t wait any longer.

“I’m going to taste you now,” I rasp into her ear. “If you make a sound, the men outside will walk in here to inspect, and princess, you can be sure I won’t stop even if they find us.”

“Oh, God!”

“I intend to bury my tongue into your tight pussy and lap up all your juices. If you don’t want an audience, then you’ll stay quiet for me.”

I pull my shirt over my head and drape it on the bale of hay at her back, then I lean down and grab the back of her knees, lifting her ass onto the edge of the hay bale. I feel her nerves as I nudge her thighs open. The only light in the room comes from the half-open door, but it’s enough to make out her shape.

She’s shy and hesitant as she spreads her thighs for me, but that only works to feed my hunger. I trail my hand over her creamy thighs, and her hips buck when I run my thumb over her wet sex. She’s dripping, and I curse under my breath at the dim lighting. I promise myself to do this next time where I’ll be able to see all of her.

I need to see her.

To see what has been driving me insane for years, but for now, I’ll settle for only taste.

My eyes are on her as I lean in and lay a soft kiss on her knee. I slide my thumb over her parted slit, rubbing at her clit, and she moans at the move, her hand cupping her mouth a few seconds too late.

“Did you hear that?” calls a voice from outside.

“No, what was it?”

“I don’t know. I think I heard a sound coming from the barn. Do you want to check it out?”

Ashley tenses in my arms, but I don’t dare let go of her or stop what I am doing. I circle my thumb over her sex fervently before replacing it with my mouth, and goddamnit, does she taste amazing.

Nothing could have prepared me for the flood of her sweet and tangy taste, and her whimpers only urge me forward.

“No, I don’t want to check it out. What if it’s a wild animal?” The voice from outside registers, but only briefly.

I use my arms and gather her closer to the edge before swiping my tongue over her sex, lapping greedily at her wetness before flicking her clit. Her thighs start to tremble, and she chokes back a sob when I suction my lips over her sensitive bud and paddle it until she’s whining in my arms, tiny broken sounds breaking through the hand she has on her mouth.

“I’m telling you man, I hear noises coming from the barn, and it’s no wild animal.”

“Then why don’t you go check it out?”

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