Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
“Fuck you’re so tight, Dolly,” he whispers, overwhelmed with me as much as I am with him.
Neither of us are virgins any longer, and I’m more than ready to become his slut now. “Give it to me, Angus. All of it.”
He nods as he slides out, and comes roaring back into me, letting me cry out in absolute delight as he begins to give me a good and proper fucking. A surge of bliss in and out of me, and I immediately let him know how much I appreciate it. He sets a strong, steady pace, building on every thrust, the sound of his balls slapping against me echoing through the night with every penetration. It’s not elegant, but it’s raw, it’s real, and I love it.
I love him.
His body rubbing against mine tickles everything else so sweetly as I buck against his thrusts. My arms wrap around his back to pull him closer, my legs go around his hips through pure instinct. I never want him to slow down, and definitely never stop. All of him hits me again and again, our kisses continuing only for me to moan around our embrace.
Angus hooks one of my legs, his need to take me harder equaling my need to be taken. It’s all intense, incredible, and I’m trembling, mumbling incoherently about fucking me harder, giving it to me. Being taken by him is better than I could have ever imagined, and it’s because it’s him. No random guy I flirted with over the years would have shown as much intensity and desire to please me as Angus has. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him.
We’re close. He slides one hand between us and finds my clit, rubbing it along with his fucking, just to make sure I’m further along than he is. He thrusts into me hard, and I’m on the precipice of something amazing. One more stroke, from his finger and his dick, and I’m sailing high toward that climax, screaming for him loud enough that someone just might hear us after all.
As I tense up around him, it’s the last bit he needs too. His cock is buried so deep within me, pulsing inside my pussy. I soon feel his warmth flood within me, and I welcome it fully. I want all of him, and I’m sure as hell getting all of him. It feels so good, my entire body aching wonderfully around him.
We slump down, no longer tense and full of lust. But he continues to hold me in his arms, our naked bodies still entwined. “You’re fantastic,” he whispers.
“I can definitely say the same thing about you, Angus.”
The night is silent around us, aside from the chirping of crickets and the sounds of other creatures in the distance.
We are in no rush to get a move on. Frankly, if this could last forever, I’d be all for it.
It’s all a bit too perfect, actually, to the point of worrying me.
When’s it all going to go wrong?
9
ANGUS
We gather ourselves after our little tryst, finding our clothes and sliding them back on. Soon enough, we’re backing out onto the road. There’s silence between us, but I guess I’m used to that. I want to stop being used to it though.
Despite my infatuation with her, I can’t deny that I have lingering doubts about us, and those doubts go beyond how this will affect Annie. They include things Dolly has mentioned, and things she has avoided talking about. We’ve got serious things to discuss if we want this relationship to work.
“What’s next for you, Dolly?” I ask as we roll along the road.
“What do you mean? We’re going home, aren’t we?”
“No, not what’s next right now, what’s next in the grand scheme of things? What’s next for you, for us?”
She freezes. “Uh… I don’t know.”
“What do you want, Dolly? That’s what it all boils down to.”
“What…what do I want? You’re asking me what I want?”
She stares at me as if I’ve grown a set of horns and turned purple. “Yes? I want to know what you want, Dolly. I know you got a lot going on. Your mother, that beauty school scholarship you just won, and life in general.”
She’s silent for a time.
“When’s beauty school starting anyway? When do you need to leave for that?”
“I haven’t really looked into the details, to be completely honest.”
“Huh? I thought you’d be more excited. At least you sounded excited when you first mentioned it.”
“I was, I guess. I can’t just stay here, can I? The ranch is struggling. As much as I try to help out by cooking and cleaning, I’m probably not helping things financially by being here. I was looking at the beauty school possibility as a way out more than any burning passion to cut hair for a living.”