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A man or woman with baggage? Nope. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.
“You—You can just call me Beau, you know.” “I do… but this game is much more fun.”
Between the woodwork and hanging flower baskets, framed by lush trees casting dappled green sunlight beneath their branches, everything looks to be plucked straight off a movie set. I can’t help feeling like there’s every chance I’ll bump into a grumpy guy, dressed in flannel, slinging coffee and sarcasm at the one and only café in this town.
I’m still undecided whether I’ve forgiven him for parading around half-naked in front of Sage the other day. I mean, ultimately, I think I’m screwed no matter what with that girl, because I could have brought in a team of cowgirls to work with me while unloading the hay, and there’s every chance she might have found one of them nice to look at, too.
“Christ, Heartford, you’ve got the world’s biggest fucking blanket over there; quit being a selfish bastard, and share with Sage.”
“I might be a little out of practice now, but in another lifetime, I would have been able to show you the ride of your goddamn life.”
“There wouldn’t be any other ride you’d need.”
“I said I was a bit out of practice, baby. Not that I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“You should probably go inside.”
“You should probably stop looking at me like that.”
“What the hell am I supposed to do with you? When you look like that… when you walk in wearing shorts like those…”
Sage interrupts me. “Are you blaming my choice of clothing?” “No,” I shake my head and drag a palm over the back of my neck. “I’m blaming myself for losing any sense of which way is up or down when I’m around you.”
“What are you gonna do? Put me over your knee?” “You’re not a child,” I grunt. “No, I’m not.” Her tongue runs slowly over her bottom lip as she studies me and reads me like a fucking book. “But I am a hot-blooded woman who very much enjoys being treated to a spank or ten by someone who knows how to handle me.”
“Don’t tell me you aren’t feeling this, too.” She challenges, and I’m damn near on her again. Crowding Sage with my bulk, I stand over her, looking down at those perfect, pouty lips. “Fine. You wanna hear it? You wanna hear me say the words… that my marriage—the one where in the eyes of the public, all but our first child’s name had been picked
out—is over. All of it’s done. Except, I’m not free.” My voice is thick with desire and the strain of trying to explain something that I shouldn’t even be saying out loud. “The only thing stopping me from fucking getting my hands on you, Sage, is this ring still stuck on my finger, and my own damn morals that are hanging by a thread. Are you happy? Is that what you want to hear?”
Chalk that up to abandonment issues and being the oldest child. A perfect storm of never feeling good enough, while also refusing to be seen as weak for needing anyone’s help.
More precisely, I’m mid-way through devouring a chapter involving an extremely hot four-way and knotting. A girl can only but live vicariously through her favorite monster fucker literary masterpieces.
“You should come with a fucking warning.”
“We both like it… because you and me? We’re wired the same way.” I drag it up over my head, then toss it to land with a wet slap in the flatbed of the truck. “We feel like we always have to be in control, but if you find that person you’d willingly give up control for…”
“Who says I’d give up anything for you?”
“I think you’re curious. You don’t always have to be the one to hold tight. You deserve to have a safe place to let go. It doesn’t make you any less strong, Sage.”
“What does it say about you, cowboy, that you’re here with me like this? After everything you told me about why we can’t and shouldn’t?”
“It means I’m so fucking weak for you, Sage.”
“You’re so wet, baby. Christ, you feel so good.”
“One time, huh? That sure as hell sounds like a strange way to say one night.”
“You’re gonna milk me dry, aren’t you? A slut who wants to be dicked down and filled with my cum so badly you’re out here being a fucking cock tease.”
“When did I first know I was bi? Pretty sure I took one look at that gorgeous librarian searching for ancient relics, her dashing treasure hunter, and realized a whole lot of things about myself. Talk about one little movie about Mummies being my entire sexual awakening.”
“Mmm. It’s fucking hot.” Sage lets out a soft moan. “Bet you hated every second your fat cock pumped deep and emptied inside my pussy.”
“Good fucking girl.”
“Well, I am your boss. And judging by the fact you just tightened like a fist around me, you get off on knowing you’re being a risky slut, fucking the boss in the parking lot.”
“You’re my sunset sky, baby. Bright and mysterious and beautiful all at the same time.”
“Look, sometimes a girl just wants to be extra full. It’ll make it feel even better for you, too.”
My cock is a steel fucking rod, and my thoughts are definitely stuck on the image she just painted of being extra full.
“Each shot is usually about thirty seconds for the best result.” He tucks me closer, gluing me to his side—as if he can’t stand the idea of there being any fraction of space between our bodies. “Gives enough time for the camera to capture the light, but doesn’t start to get blurred with the earth spinning.”
“Mmmfuck. You’re a mess. This pussy is drenched and so damn needy.”
“Keep doing that, and I’m gonna end up painting your tits and chin with cum, trouble.”
“Holy shit, that would be so hot.”
“Decide what you want first… because you’re playing with fire humping my face like a little slut.”
“Goddamn, I just want to be inside this pussy all the time. I’d have you wrapped around me all day if you let me. You look so perfect in my bed, naked and begging and soaked with how needy you are for my cock.”
“I’m obsessed with you, baby. You wanna know how much? All I can dream about is having you. All I want is to be with you. I want to have you in my arms every night, every morning, and to be the only one to fuck you just right, the way I know you need it.”
“Christ. Yes. I need your cunt milking every last drop. It all belongs to you, my pretty girl. And you don’t waste a single bit of my cum, do you? I’m gonna make sure you’re full, and these panties are gonna keep me right there until I get you home, and then I can spill inside your tight little ass, too.”
“This is the only good thing… you are the only good thing… so you’d better damn well wear my hat, shut up, and take my dick like my perfect little slut.”
“That’s it. My pretty girl. Take everything. It’s all yours,”
“You’re my future, Sage Maloney.”
“Jesus. Ffffuck. Milk my cock with that pretty pussy, baby, just like that.”
This time Beau damn near growls. “You and I? We’re end game, baby.” Then he shoots his arm forward to block the driver’s side so I can’t climb into the truck. “I’m in love with you, Sage.”
That EMDR shit actually seems to be kinda working.
I’m still salty as fuck that raging pustule of a woman tried to make it seem like I was actually friends with her. If I ran into her, I’d gladly let my weak-ass pregnancy bladder leak all over her.
“I entitle this masterpiece: rot girl summer, party for one.” I shrug and wiggle my Kindle and tentacle dildo at the camera, leaving them all snorting and laughing. “Allow me to wallow and binge-read monster smut in peace, thank you very much.
him so much for giving me this without question. Beau’s hand snakes back around to seek out my clit, and he starts rolling his fingers over the swollen mess evident there. Sparks fly through my blood as he gives me the perfect amount of pressure, the perfect circling motion, evidence of all the tiny details he’s taken the time to map out and learn about my body.
