Chapter 14
Chapter fourteen
Cole
Fuck Grace was gorgeous.
She was my every wet dream come to life.
I spread a blanket on the ground before pulling Grace down on top of me. She’d shed her shirt without waiting, leaving her straddling me in her simple black bra and jeans. My mouth watered.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” she taunted, arching her back and propping her tits forward.
I didn’t answer. The words caught in my throat. Instead, I lifted my hips and showed her every hard inch of what I was thinking.
“Oh,” Grace moaned as she ground herself against me.
“You like that?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Grace’s eyes rolled back in her head and her lips parted.
“Is this what you call farmer things?”
“It can be. Why’s that?” I asked as I rubbed my hands up and down her thighs.
“Because I could definitely get into being a farmer if this is what I’d spend my days doing.”
“Or you could spend your days doing a farmer?” I suggested as I cupped her boobs through her bra.
“Now you’re talking.” Grace smirked, bending forward and giving me a glimpse straight down her bra before she kissed me.
Her kiss was filled with as much passion as she was. Her tongue dueled with mine and my dick thickened in my pants. If I didn’t get some relief soon, I would bust a nut in my jeans and embarrass myself. Something I hadn’t done since I was a horny teen.
When Grace came up for air, I flipped her over so I hovered over her. “Ready to be a real farmer?”
“I could be persuaded,” Grace teased.
“Good. Time for a roll in the hay,” I confirmed as I buried my face between her boobs, almost suffocating myself but I had no regrets. If this was how it ended for me, I would die a happy man.
The look on Grace’s face was one I’d never forget.
Her eyelids fluttered, her cheeks were rosy and her lips slightly parted.
Her chest was rising and falling with every breath she took, and I was hypnotized.
It wasn’t until she rubbed her hot center against my thigh that I snapped out of my boob-induced haze and focused on what was important.
I popped the button on her jeans and slipped my hand into her panties.
“You’re fucking soaked,” I groaned as I ran my fingers along the seam of her lips.
“Your fault,” she muttered, arching her back trying to get me where she needed me.
“My fault? How’s it my fault?” I threw back at her.
“You’re a tease.” Grace’s eyes were barely slits as she accused.
I smirked before bending down and sucking on the pulse point on her neck. I knew I was going to leave a mark and that was my intention.
“Sweetheart, you’re only a tease if you don’t plan on following through. And you better believe I’m following through,” I confirmed as I slid two fingers inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as she arched again.
My dick was weeping in my boxers, desperate to join the party but the show was too good. I was going to make her come on my fingers before I fucked her seven ways to Sunday and proved once and for all just how much of a tease I wasn’t.
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, loving the sound of her breathy little pants. Her whole body heated and turned pink as she climbed toward her orgasm. When Grace palmed her tit through her bra, I snapped. It wasn’t enough.
With my free hand, I tugged the offending underwear down letting her boobs pop free.
Her nipples were diamond-hard and begging for my tongue.
Not one to let them down, I bent over her and sucked a tip into my mouth, while I circled her clit with my thumb.
The sounds were the most erotic thing I’d heard in a long time.
Between Grace begging for more, her desperate breaths, and the sound of my fingers pumping in and out of her, I was losing it.
Grace’s fingers tangled in my hair and tugged on the strands. It stung my scalp and, for a second, distracted me from the pain of my dick pressing against my zipper.
“I need … I need …” Grace was climbing. She pinched her nipple and moaned.
I tugged my hand from her pants and her eyes sprung open.
“What the fuck …” she accused as I reached for her sneakers.
“I need these pants gone,” I told her, tugged off her shoes, and tossed them out of my way.
A few awkward moments later and a bit of wriggling, and Grace was as naked as the day she was born. Lying on a dark blue plaid blanket, in the corner of my barn, this was an image I was going to use in my spank bank for the rest of my days.
“What are you waiting for?” Grace asked and I didn’t have an answer.
She let her knees fall open and I watched as her hand skated down her stomach. When she reached the trimmed patch of hair my breath hitched. I could smell her arousal, and it was making me crazy.
When she parted her lips, showing off her throbbing little clit, I couldn’t wait anymore. I reached for my belt and unsnapped the buckle. As I dragged it through the loops, Grace circled her clit with her middle finger.
I tossed my belt aside and undid my jeans.
Standing up, with my eyes fixed on her pussy, I toed off my boots before dropping my jeans and boxers. My dick was standing to attention and weeping. I was hard as steel, and I couldn’t stop myself from stroking my cock as I watched Grace pleasure herself.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I muttered as I began pumping my shaft harder and faster.
“Like that do you?” Grace panted as she slid two fingers inside her while the other hand tweaked her nipple. She was biting down so hard on her lip she was on the verge of drawing blood.
I shuffled around until I was standing between her spread thighs with the most perfect sight I’d ever seen. Her pink, puffy lips were glistening. Her tits were straining and peppered with red marks. Marks I’d left there.
“Are you just gonna stand there and watch?”
“I just might …” I suggested. It was fucking hot.
Grace started rubbing her clit with renewed vigor. There was no doubt she was getting close.
“I’m going to … Fuck!” she mumbled.
I couldn’t take it a second longer. I dropped to my knees, shoved her hand out of the way, and pressed my face into her pussy. She smelt like heaven and sin all wrapped up. I was drowning in her and I never wanted to come up for air.
I licked and sucked and lapped up everything she had to give.
Grace’s knees squeezed my shoulders, pinning me in place but she didn’t have to.
I wasn’t going anywhere. As I slid two fingers into her tight channel, she arched her back, screamed loud enough to send the birds flying, and came in a flood as she clamped down around my fingers.
I lifted my head and caught her eye. Her eyes had glazed over, and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Holy fuck that was …”
“Hot,” I finished for her before pulling my fingers out and bringing them to my lips, licking them clean.
“I was going to say dirty …”
“Well, farming is a dirty business.”
Grace pushed up on her elbows, a mischievous smile crossing her lips. “And I did want to do farmer things.”
“Well, you’re about to do this farmer,” I assured her before bending over her and capturing her lips in a bruising kiss.
Grace’s tongue tangled with mine, both of us fighting for control. But she wasn’t running this show. I was. But when she slipped her hand between us and wrapped it around my cock, my hips jerked, and I almost came all over her stomach. Needing to be inside her, I broke the kiss.
“On your stomach,” I commanded, and a confused look crossed her face. “You want to do farmer things, then you’re going to get on all fours and I’m going to fuck you from behind until your arms quiver and your knees go weak.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
I rocked back and stroked my cock as Grace scrambled into position. With her bent over in front of me, ass in the air, and her thighs sticky, I slid inside in one long thrust.
“Oh, fuck me,” Grace moaned as I bottomed out.
“That’s ... the ... plan,” I replied in stunted pants as I thrust inside her, our momentum growing.
She was hot and wet, and I was in fucking heaven. I gripped her hips and started pistoning into her. My balls slapped against her ass, and I had no doubts this was going to be over embarrassingly quickly.
“Fuck that feels good,” Grace practically purred. She wasn’t wrong. It felt fucking sensational. It’d been less than twelve hours since I was buried balls deep inside her and I still couldn’t get enough.
“Play with your clit, baby,” I encouraged as I got closer to exploding.
“I can’t,” she cried.
“You can and you will. You’re coming again.”
“Cole, I can’t …”
I slapped her ass. The sound shocked both of us, and when I saw my pink handprint stain her milky white cheek regret slammed into me like a freight train.
“Holy shit!” Grace muttered as she slumped to her elbows. “Do it again,” she demanded.
That was not what I was expecting. My girl liked it dirty. She was a fucking unicorn. How the hell was I supposed to let her go?
I brought my palm down on her other cheek in the same motion I thrust inside her. As the sound of my slap echoed, Grace clamped down on my dick milking me. I hadn’t even seen my orgasm coming, but the moment she detonated around me, she dragged me over the edge head-first into nirvana.
I kneeled behind her, massaging the globes of her ass as we came down from the orgasmic high.
When I pulled out, Grace fell forward, lying on the blanket completely sated and boneless.
Feeling like a king who’d just served his queen, I lay beside her, pushing her hair off her face and tucking it behind her ear before placing a soft kiss on her nose.
Grace’s eyes were closed and her lips parted.
With my arm slung across her waist, we just lay in silence.
“I think I could like doing farmer things,” Grace murmured sleepily as she snuggled closer and draped her leg across mine.
My dick twitched between us.
“I think this farmer likes doing you,” I assured her, kissing her temple.
For some reason this felt perfect. We were lying on a blanket on a bed of hay in the corner of the barn, yet for all I cared, we could’ve been in a five-star hotel. I had the woman of my dreams fucked senseless and sleepy in my arms and I couldn’t imagine anywhere else I wanted to be.
Grace wiggled around making herself comfortable with her head resting on my chest over my pounding heart and her legs tangled in mine.
“Cole! Where the fuck are you? We’ve got a problem.” Zane’s booming voice interrupted our moment.