his talented tongue. “No!”
And then all was right in the world again when somehow he’d unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his fat cock, and slammed home in one brutal thrust. With a swift lift, he hefted my legs up, and I wrapped them around his waist, wanting him closer. My back hit the tree, and his hand protected the back of my head from crashing against the tree with the force of each thrust.
“Gonna fuck you until you come again. Want to swallow this orgasm from these lips.” He spoke into my mouth and then dipped his tongue in to tangle with mine. He tasted of my arousal, salty and sweet at the same time.
I groaned, lifted my head back while he bit and nipped at my exposed neck. “Love you, Wes. God, I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”
The man played my body against that tree as if he were a lumberjack cutting wood. Only it was my pussy he pierced with his thick cock the same way I imagined an axe pounded into a tree. Hard. Relentless. Ruthless.
“Get there,” Wes ground out through his teeth, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
“Honey, need you to shift,” I begged.
He rotated his cock in a circular motion, and I moaned. When I gasped, signaling he’d hit the right spot, he grinned wickedly. Then he backed his cock out to the tip and rammed home, the crown of his dick hitting that special spot in me that had my o-trigger singing halle-fuckin-lu-ya.
“Oh, yeah, you’re gonna come again for me.” He thrust repeatedly, not letting up. Sweat misted against his brow, and his breath came in harsh labored puffs against my face.
Wes’s hips moved so fast I couldn’t keep up with his rhythm. His cock punched at my g-spot over and over until my entire body turned to liquid and I howled my release to the darkening sky.
He was right behind me, spurting hotly with each thrust, until we were both gone. Boneless and sated, still connected against a giant tree in the Texas woods.
Chapter Eight
W hen we’d cleaned ourselves up as best we could, Wes grabbed my hand and led me back toward Max’s house.
“I’m going to buy this property from your brother. We’ll find that house, renovate it, or demolish it and build whatever you want brand new,” Wes said completely off topic.
My mind was nowhere near land purchases and house renovation. It was still back in utter bliss, wedged up against a tree being pounded by the man I loved.
Once the words finally reached the coherent part of my brain, I stopped dead in my tracks. We still had time before the Thanksgiving dinner. “I’m sorry. Excuse me if I don’t follow after you just fucked me up against a tree not more than ten minutes ago. Say what?”
Wes licked his lips as if he still tasted me on them. He probably did. After he’d taken me with his mouth, he fucked me into oblivion against the tree, and I had the trunk rash to prove it. When I shifted my shoulders, I could feel my jacket and sweater grating along the sensitive spots. Maybe I’d get lucky and there wouldn’t be any physical marks, just the soreness to remind me of our tree romp.
“I’m going to talk to Max about purchasing this section of land next to his. He’s got hundreds of acres, and he said this one was once a farm as well as the one even farther down. Said they were both vacant.”
I tried to comprehend all that he was suggesting. “We haven’t even seen the house. We barely scratched the surface of the property. How do you really know you want it?”
Wes turned around and looked at the massive copse of trees we’d just left along the second section of open land leading to Maxwell’s ranch. He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter what it looks like. We can build something that we want if we don’t like what’s on it. The point is, we’d have a family home. Away from the glitz and glamour of southern California.”
I held up my hands. “Wait a minute. Are you saying you want to leave Malibu?” I was monumentally confused—and it wasn't just from the afterglow
And then all was right in the world again when somehow he’d unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his fat cock, and slammed home in one brutal thrust. With a swift lift, he hefted my legs up, and I wrapped them around his waist, wanting him closer. My back hit the tree, and his hand protected the back of my head from crashing against the tree with the force of each thrust.
“Gonna fuck you until you come again. Want to swallow this orgasm from these lips.” He spoke into my mouth and then dipped his tongue in to tangle with mine. He tasted of my arousal, salty and sweet at the same time.
I groaned, lifted my head back while he bit and nipped at my exposed neck. “Love you, Wes. God, I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”
The man played my body against that tree as if he were a lumberjack cutting wood. Only it was my pussy he pierced with his thick cock the same way I imagined an axe pounded into a tree. Hard. Relentless. Ruthless.
“Get there,” Wes ground out through his teeth, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
“Honey, need you to shift,” I begged.
He rotated his cock in a circular motion, and I moaned. When I gasped, signaling he’d hit the right spot, he grinned wickedly. Then he backed his cock out to the tip and rammed home, the crown of his dick hitting that special spot in me that had my o-trigger singing halle-fuckin-lu-ya.
“Oh, yeah, you’re gonna come again for me.” He thrust repeatedly, not letting up. Sweat misted against his brow, and his breath came in harsh labored puffs against my face.
Wes’s hips moved so fast I couldn’t keep up with his rhythm. His cock punched at my g-spot over and over until my entire body turned to liquid and I howled my release to the darkening sky.
He was right behind me, spurting hotly with each thrust, until we were both gone. Boneless and sated, still connected against a giant tree in the Texas woods.
Chapter Eight
W hen we’d cleaned ourselves up as best we could, Wes grabbed my hand and led me back toward Max’s house.
“I’m going to buy this property from your brother. We’ll find that house, renovate it, or demolish it and build whatever you want brand new,” Wes said completely off topic.
My mind was nowhere near land purchases and house renovation. It was still back in utter bliss, wedged up against a tree being pounded by the man I loved.
Once the words finally reached the coherent part of my brain, I stopped dead in my tracks. We still had time before the Thanksgiving dinner. “I’m sorry. Excuse me if I don’t follow after you just fucked me up against a tree not more than ten minutes ago. Say what?”
Wes licked his lips as if he still tasted me on them. He probably did. After he’d taken me with his mouth, he fucked me into oblivion against the tree, and I had the trunk rash to prove it. When I shifted my shoulders, I could feel my jacket and sweater grating along the sensitive spots. Maybe I’d get lucky and there wouldn’t be any physical marks, just the soreness to remind me of our tree romp.
“I’m going to talk to Max about purchasing this section of land next to his. He’s got hundreds of acres, and he said this one was once a farm as well as the one even farther down. Said they were both vacant.”
I tried to comprehend all that he was suggesting. “We haven’t even seen the house. We barely scratched the surface of the property. How do you really know you want it?”
Wes turned around and looked at the massive copse of trees we’d just left along the second section of open land leading to Maxwell’s ranch. He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter what it looks like. We can build something that we want if we don’t like what’s on it. The point is, we’d have a family home. Away from the glitz and glamour of southern California.”
I held up my hands. “Wait a minute. Are you saying you want to leave Malibu?” I was monumentally confused—and it wasn't just from the afterglow
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