Chapter 38
BECKETT
It’s been twenty-nine days since I signed the ranch over to Hannah.
In one day, she will officially be the owner.
She agreed to let us stay for an extra month while we try to find a place nearby and let Lennon finish kindergarten.
I take my time doing my morning chores, soaking in the last moments I have with my livestock.
The filly that was born right before Clover moved in has grown so much, and she’s so well tempered.
I brush her mane and talk to her, which is probably ridiculous, but I’m attached to every creature on my land.
I have to head back, though. We are all preparing for Lennon’s seventh birthday.
We haven’t told her we have to move yet.
I didn’t want to ruin her birthday with a big change like that.
I wash my hands and head out. When I pull up, Clover is on the porch, blowing up balloons with a helium tank she rented for the occasion.
“Lucky balloons,” I tease.
“They don’t have to be the only things getting blown around here,” she shoots back. She has been insatiable lately. I’m assuming it’s to help reduce stress, but I’m not complaining one bit.
Lennon is at Brynn’s. She stayed the night last night so we could get up and prep for the party before everyone got here.
Clover stayed up late last night finishing the cake and putting up colorful streamers throughout the house.
She’s put so much thought into this and was very good at bossing me around to make sure shit got done right.
“What if I’d rather do something else?” I ask, pulling her ass against me. My cock is already throbbing at the thought of being inside of her, even though she drained me last night. I’ve never seen someone so happily swallow a load, but again— not complaining.
“I could probably accommodate you,” she says in a customer service voice. “What would you want?”
I run my hand up her back and push gently, bending her over the table.
No one’s around, so why not? She’s wearing a cute little sundress with thin straps.
I push the straps down her shoulders, tug the top down, and her full tits fall from it.
I reach around her, squeezing them, tugging them gently.
“What if I want to fuck you right here on the porch, Clover?”
She giggles in response. “I guess I’d let ya,” she responds, but her voice is breathy. I hike the skirt of her dress over her hips.
“Clover Jane Kerrington,” I say in a disapproving tone.
“It seems like you forgot your panties under this dress.” I take a step back and soak in the view.
Her thick thighs pressed together, her bent at an angle, and her perfect pussy lips exposed to me.
She’s already wet, so she must’ve caught on to where this was going before we got here.
I run my fingers along her slit, using her own wetness to rub her clit in slow circles. “Can I fill you up, Lucky?” I ask her, teasing her entrance.
“Yes, Sir,” she answers needily, pressing back against my hand. I unbuckle my belt and undo my jeans, sliding the zipper down and letting my cock free.
“Spread your legs for me, darlin’,” I tell her. “Reach back and hold yourself open so I can see how gorgeous you look with your little cunt gripping me.”
She loves it when I talk to her like this. Clover loves to be in control, but not in bed. I’ve learned she likes to let go, and that she feels safe enough to do that with me. She’s let me enact some of the fantasies I’ve had about her, too.
“Good girl,” I praise as she does what she’s told. She is leaning on the table by her thighs, her hands now behind her, her beautiful pussy and tight asshole exposed to me. A drop of precum forms on my tip, and I run it across her opening.
She whimpers as I thrust into her, catching her off guard. She takes me so well, though. She fits around me perfectly and feels so fucking good. I spit on my thumb and rub circles around her asshole, pressing firmly against it. “You gonna let me fuck you here soon, Lucky?”
She moans instead of responding. She’s nervous about that one, so we are exploring her limits with it until we learn what works best for her.
“You gotta come fast, darlin’. The guests are coming soon, and we can’t have you in this predicament when they get here.”
She whines quietly, but I know it’s working. Her fantasies have been feral lately, but I’ve been listening to all of them, making an even longer list of things to do than I already had. Some of the things that have come from her mouth lately are shocking, but I’m very into it.
I pick up my pace and slap her ass, leaving a bright red handprint on her creamy skin.
She decides to take over, rocking back against me.
I see her hand disappear in front of her, and I know she’s rubbing and pinching her clit.
Her breathing picks up, her moans emphasized with every bounce she does off my cock.
“Come for me, Clover Jane. Come on this fucking cock,” I groan out. I want to see myself coated in her. I reach up and grab her hair in my fist, pulling her head back towards me.
“I told you to fucking come,” I demand. “So you fucking come.” Another slap on her ass. She whimpers, but doesn’t come. I know she’s trying to hold out, though; she likes being spanked. The brat.
Another.
“Please,” she begs. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I think about a million very un-sexy things to keep myself from blowing inside of her right then, to be able to wait until she finishes first.
When a string of curses falls from her mouth and she's lying with her chest flat on the table in front of her, I unload. I pump every bit that I can into her and stay there for a minute. I don’t want a single drop escaping her.
Very caveman of me, I know.
The thought of her growing my baby is probably my top fantasy, but I haven’t told her that. I don’t want to see her hurting.
When I feel myself slipping out of her, I drop to my knees and move her legs apart.