Page 9 of Big Burly Foreman

“No way am I going in there alone.”

My cock pulses behind my fly when she grabs my hair and tugs me closer to her juicy pussy, riding my tongue like it’s her own personal toy, and it is.

I would do anything for this woman.

Her movements grow fevered, and I stiffen my tongue, dragging it from side to side over her bud, drawing muted whimpers from her.

“Dude, I am telling you there is something inside.”

The men could walk in here, and I wouldn’t stop pleasuring her. I am past the point of caring as Ashley rides my tongue, rubbing her swollen bud over me. Even in the shadowy lighting, she’s still the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

Mine!

Her legs begin to tremble harder a second before they close over me, and I lap at her creamy juices as she orgasms over my tongue. A tremor runs through her body, and her taste almost sends me to the edge.

“Fine, let's check it out if only to get you to let it go!”

I pull Ashley down from the hay as the door bursts open and light from the security bulb outside the barn casts a shadow of the two men. They almost catch us, and as much as I wouldn’t care, I know Ashley would.

Her body is shaking even as I draw her to me, and she tucks her head into my neck. I ignore the ache the press of her warm body sends to my throbbing cock.

“See? I told you there was no one here. Maybe you heard the sound of a coyote. We have those around here.”

“Wait, did you say a coyote?” the kid says, alarmed, but I am barely paying attention to them, what with my balls threatening to burst.

I need to come!

I rip open my zipper with my free hand and bury my nose in Ashley’s hair as I jerk off, tuning out the grating voices of the people near us. It doesn’t take me long before I am coming on her stomach, and I have to clench my teeth to make sure the low growl that rises up my throat doesn’t carry.

“Mr. Berkley, why don’t you head back to the party? I’m sure Ms. Blackwell is back by now.” Now that the haze of lust has dissipated somewhat, I recognize the second voice as the farm hand I saw when I left the house on my own search for Ashley.

“Oh, I guess you’re probably right,” the kid says, and we hear the sounds of footsteps fading away, and this time, they don’t stop right outside the door.

“Oh, God,” Ashley breathes, collapsing in my arms, and I have to grab her, so she doesn’t slide to the ground. “They heard us. I’m sure they did.”

“They don’t know what they heard,” I soothe, leaning down and brushing my lips over hers.

“I . . . What did we just do?” she whispers, panic and wonder in her voice. “I can’t believe we just did that. We could have been caught.”

“Possibly,” I say, but nothing short of a natural disaster would have pried me off her. I would never admit it to her out loud and scare her, but part of me was hoping they would catch us.

The selfish part of me that wanted to claim her and leave no doubt in anyone’s mind to whom she belongs would not have stopped had they walked in a few seconds earlier than they did.

Ashley drops her forehead against my chest, her breathing more even than it’d been moments earlier. “What happens now, Logan?”

“You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll take care of everything.”

“My parents will kill you if they find out about this, and the Berkleys, they could hurt you too,” she whispers. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Do you want to be with me?”

“Logan . . .”

“Answer me, princess.”

“More than anything,” she responds, burying her face deeper into my chest, and I draw my arms around her shoulders.

“Then trust me when I tell you to leave it all to me.”

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