Page 7 of Big Burly Foreman

“Kiss me,” I whisper, meeting his hungry blue eyes. “Please.”

“You have to know that I won’t stop at just that, princess,” he growls. “Fuck, I just want to lay you flat in this hay and fuck your little pussy until you’re making enough noise for everyone in the house to hear. I want to see these titties jiggle with every pounding!”

My sex clenches madly in my panties at his words. “Oh, God!”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about it,” he says breathily, shoving his hand up the hem of my dress and tugging at my thong. I gasp when he jerks the sodden material from my sex, heat rising up my neck at the thought of him seeing how wet he’s made me, though he has barely even touched me. “Every time you came looking for me out here, I thought about pressing you up against the wall and fucking you in plain view, so everyone would know you’re mine.”

My knees buck when he runs a finger over my sex, his lips hovering over mine, his harsh breathing mixing with mine as his hungry eyes run over my face.

I wrap an arm over his shoulder to support my weight as he rubs his middle finger over my folds, touching me where no man ever has.

I want to feel his lips on mine, and he must hear the plea because he leans in, and our lips crash together in a flurry of need. His kiss is wet and demanding. There is nothing soft or teasing about it. It’s desperate and downright feral, and my lips part in a gasp when his finger strokes my sex faster, drawing me closer and closer to . . .

“Ashley?”

I ignore the distant sound as I lean deeper into the kiss, surrendering my body to the man who has owned it from the start.

“Ashley, are you here?”

I pull back from the kiss, my eyes growing panicked as my gaze shoots to the door. It’s still half-open, but the sound of someone approaching assures me we’ve not been caught yet, but soon . . .

“Logan!”

I pat Logan’s massive shoulder, but he seems to be lost in lust as he trails wet kisses over my jaw and down my neck, and I moan, almost forgetting our impending doom, but snap back to the present when someone calls out to me again.

“Logan, someone is coming,” I whisper shakily, burying my fingers in his dark hair and tugging his head from my neck.

His lust-filled eyes meet mine in confusion, and his eyes shoot to the entrance when someone calls my name again.

“It’s that kid. I’ll kill him,” he rasps, his eyes growing darker.

“What? No!” I say, panicked. From anyone else, I would take this as a joke, but this is Logan, every bit of his tense body indicates that he is upset by the interruption, and so am I, but he is on an entirely different level. “I’ll just follow him back to the house and . . .”

“No!” he growls. “Get rid of him, or I will.”

My eyes widen at the dangerous glint in Logan’s stare. I am not scared of him, but more scared for Joseph, so I look around the dimly lit barn and try to figure out the best way to hide from Joseph.

If only to protect him from the beast waiting to pounce.

Chapter Four

Logan

I like to think of myself as a pretty patient guy. Hell, I waited two years to claim my woman, and I’ll be damned if anyone gets in the way of that.

Ashley grabs my hand and draws me deeper into the stack of hay and away from plain view. We’re not well hidden, and if someone chooses to look around, it wouldn’t take them any effort to find us. My cock is pounding with the need to be inside her pussy, the flowery scent of her hair sending an ache to my balls.

Fuck, I want her.

I want to rip her dress, unzip my pants, thrust my fat cock into her tight pussy, and claim her virginity like some caveman. I have felt the wetness of her sex, how tight she is, and I know I won’t last two seconds inside of her.

The sound of the door being pushed open makes its way to our spot, followed by the kid’s voice. “Ashley, are you in here?”

She tenses up against me, and I hate the fear I sense in the air around us. Her chest rises, her tits quivering from the motion, and the fingers pressed to my chest start to tremble in fear.

“Did you find her?” another voice I don’t recognize asks, and Ashley’s body goes into full panic mode.

“No,” the kid answers, his voice sounding way too close for comfort.

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