Chapter 10
HAYES
“Did you have fun?” I asked as we drove back to my house.
All of my brothers and sister had their own house on the family land except Bray, who’d lived with me until he moved in with Katie, and Zeb who was still in college.
Since the ranch was so large, access to our houses came from different roads.
My place was on the north side, about a five mile ride from the Camden Ranch.
“Yeah.”
“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” I asked.
“What?”
“Your thighs. How your sticky honey got all over my hand.”
She gasped, pressed her legs together.
“Pull your dress up, princess.”
Her mouth dropped open as she stared wide eyed at me. I glanced at her, saw her cheeks were all pink.
The sun was setting, casting a pretty glow over the prairie around us. And Cassidy.
“Why?”
“Because it’s time to show me your honey pot.”
“Hayes!”
“Tell me to stop, Cassidy. Say your safeword.”
I was giving her an out. If I was pushing too hard, if she didn’t like what I was throwing down, she could tell me.
“I’m hard as a fucking fence post. I’ve had to jerk off to ease the ache in my balls, but there’s no relief. Not until I get inside that tight virgin pussy.”
“You… you are?”
I put my hand over my hard-on in my jeans, shifted it to get more comfortable. “This is what you do to me. You say the word and I’ll stop.”
She licked her lips, squirmed and whimpered. I’d bet my left nut that she was so turned on right now.
“Or lift up that dress.”
She was quiet for a minute. The longest minute of my life. Then, just like earlier when she took off her panties, she slowly, so fucking slowly, worked the hem up her thighs. Then she stopped a few inches shy of showing me everything. “I don’t have panties on.”
“That’s right.” I patted my shirt pocket. “I’ve got them.”
She whimpered, shivered even, then slid the dress up so it rested at her waist. I could see her creamy thighs, but her pussy was in shadow.
“Good girl. Now put your feet up on the dash.”
“Hayes,” she whined.
She loved this. And hated it.
But wanted it. Hell, needed it, even if she didn’t know how much.
I slowed the truck just a little, wanting the ride to take longer.
She lifted her right leg, bent the knee and set her foot up on the dash. Her dress rode up and–
I gripped the steering wheel so hard it might crack. It was so fucking difficult to keep my eyes on the road because there was her pussy. Shit. FUCK.
I slowed the truck even further when she set her other foot where she was told.
Now, I saw everything. The little groomed patch of hair, her pussy lips opened from her position. That tight hole that no one had ever been in. Even her little asshole. All of it glistening.
“Good girl,” I said, voice so deep it sounded like a bucket of rusty nails.
Pre-cum was making my boxers wet. I might have been able to come from just eyeing her. Knowing she listened to me. Did what I asked.
“You ever play with your pussy? You make yourself come?”
She nodded. Shit.
“Show me.”
She shook her head.
Steering with one hand, I moved my right across the console and down between her thighs. She tilted her knees in, but it did nothing to prevent me from sliding my fingers over her.
“Fucking soaked.”
“Hayes,” she said, her voice breathy.
I couldn’t miss her clit. It was swollen and hard, but I only brushed it lightly before circling her hole. She wasn’t coming for the first time with me while I was driving. I needed to be able to watch her come and not drive into a fucking ditch.
So I teased her. Circled her, pet her, brushed her clit over the hood.
Soon, she was rolling her hips, panting. Her hand held my wrist, as if to hold on to something, not pull me away.
When I finally parked in front of my house, she was pleading with me.
“Hayes, please. Oh, please.”
I slipped my hand free–the hardest fucking thing in the world to do–and brought the coated fingers to my mouth. Licked her juices clean. Tasted her for the first time.
“Good girls get to come. You want to come, princess?”
She looked at me, begged with her eyes. “God, yes.”
“Yes, what?” I asked.
She licked her lips. Her legs were still up on the dash even though I’d turned off the engine. She was fucking perfect.
“Yes, Mr. Wilder.”
“Stay right there.” With that, I was out of the truck and around to her side, the door flung open in seconds. I ducked under one of her legs, set my hand on her right one and placed it over my shoulder.
Then I ate her out. Right there in front of my house. Her legs up. Seatbelt still on.
I’d had a hint of her taste from my fingers but I needed it from the source.
Her pussy was covered, covered, in her. Sticky.
Sweet. I licked it all up, but her honey kept dripping out.
Because she’d been a good girl, she deserved to come, just like I said.
I flicked her clit, sucked it into my mouth as I circled her entrance.
I could feel it clench and release, needy to be fucked.
Not yet. Nothing was going in that hole before my dick. It would be the first thing she had inside her.
“Hayes!” she cried. “I’m… oh, I–HAYES!”
She came, her head thrashing, her pussy gushing onto my chin.
Fuck, was she pretty. The sound of her. Her passion. Her inhibition. The first orgasm with a man and she did it in the front seat of a truck. Legs splayed.
When she lay wilted and replete, I kissed her sensitive clit, then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. It was no use, I’d need a towel to sop up all her juices.
“Not done with you, princess. You ready for more?”
Her eyes slid open and she smiled. Nodded.
“Need the words.”
“More, Mr. Wilder.”
“That means you get my dick. All of it nice and deep in that pussy.”
I circled her entrance and she whimpered.
“That sound means you need to be fucked. That right?”
“Yes.”
“You want to be broken in? Opened up?”
“Yes.”
I slipped out from beneath her leg, reached across and unclicked her seat belt. With her dress around her waist, I tugged it up.
She didn’t question, maybe because she was still sated from her orgasm, and raised her arms. I dropped her dress on the console, then flicked open her bra. Made a little pile. All she was in now were her sandals.
Every inch of her was perfect. Small tits, high and pert with little hard nipples. She had fucking tan lines, little triangles that meant she’d been out in public in something that barely covered her.
I stepped back so she could climb out.
“Front door’s unlocked.” I never locked it, but would start now with her here. “You got ten seconds, princess. Then I come after you. Wherever I find you, you’re gonna take my dick.”
Her eyes widened as she listened. Her tongue flicked out, licked her lips. Which only made me want to kiss her. So I did, getting her taste, her scent, her stickiness on her tongue, her mouth, and her cheeks.
I pulled back. “Go, princess.”
She slid from the seat, leaving a wet streak behind on the leather, then ran.
Naked. Perfect. And I was coming to claim her. I waited, counted down, then went to make her mine.