Chapter 15
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Wayne
I can't wait till tonight. That's all I can think as Judy sits in front of me on Thunder, her perfect ass nestled against my cock, which has been hard since she came to me in the barn.
Since she told me she wanted all of me. Wanted me inside her.
I've been rock solid for hours, aching with the need to claim her, to feel her tight virgin pussy stretched around me.
So when she suggested a ride—"one last ride before everything changes"—I nearly growled at the innocent request that wasn't innocent at all.
Because she knows what happens when she's on this horse with me.
Knows how her body grinds against mine with every step.
She's teasing me. Testing me. And my control is hanging by a fucking thread.
The sun hangs low in the sky, painting everything golden.
Any other day, I'd appreciate the view—my land stretching out before us, the mountains in the distance, the perfect weather.
But today, all I can focus on is the feel of Judy's body against mine.
The scent of her hair. The soft curves pressing back into me with each movement of the horse.
We're following the same trail we took that first ride together, when I realized just how badly I wanted her. When I first felt her respond to me, felt her recognize the hunger between us. But today is different. Today she knows exactly what she's doing to me. And she's doing it deliberately.
She shifts in the saddle, adjusting her position. The movement drags her ass along the length of my erection, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from groaning out loud. My arm around her waist tightens instinctively.
"Something wrong?" she asks, voice all innocent sweetness, but when she turns to look at me over her shoulder, there's mischief in her eyes. Feigned innocence.
"You know exactly what you're doing, angel," I growl into her ear.
She shivers, but doesn't deny it. Instead, she rocks her hips again, more deliberately this time. "Maybe I do."
Christ. This girl. This perfect, maddening girl who showed up on my doorstep and proceeded to dismantle every shred of control I thought I had.
Thunder's steady gait carries us deeper into the wooded part of the trail, each step pushing Judy's soft ass against my cock, which is now painfully hard. Her breathing has quickened, little gasps escaping her lips when a particularly sharp motion presses us together just right.
She's getting off on this. Getting off on teasing me, on feeling how hard she makes me. My hands flex with the need to grab her, position her, take her. Animal need burns through my veins, primitive and overwhelming.
"Wayne," she breathes, head falling back against my shoulder, exposing the slender column of her throat. An offering. A surrender.
Fuck waiting till tonight.
I pull sharply on the reins, guiding Thunder off the main trail toward a hidden grove I know well. A secluded spot by a small stream, sheltered by trees and tall grass. Private. Perfect.
"Where are we going?" she asks, though the breathy quality of her voice suggests she already knows the answer.
"Can't wait anymore," I tell her, voice rough with need. "Going to take you right now."
She shivers again, but not from fear. From anticipation. "Yes," she whispers. "Please."
The grove opens up before us, dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves overhead.
I rein Thunder to a stop near the stream, then dismount in one fluid motion.
My hands reach for Judy, wrapping around her waist, lifting her from the saddle.
As I lower her to the ground, I let her body drag against mine, making sure she feels exactly how hard I am, how much I want her.
Her feet touch the ground, but I don't release her. Instead, I spin her around, backing her up against the nearest tree. My mouth crashes down on hers, devouring, claiming. Gone is any pretense of gentleness. This is raw need, pure animal lust.
She responds instantly, arms winding around my neck, body pressing against mine. Her lips part, welcoming my tongue as I explore her mouth, tasting her, marking her as mine. My hands are everywhere—in her hair, on her breasts, gripping her ass, lifting her against me.
"Wanted this since the first moment I saw you," I growl against her lips. "Wanted to bend you over and fuck you till you can't walk straight."
She moans, the sound going straight to my cock. "Do it," she urges, rocking against my erection. "Take me, Wayne. Make me yours."
No more waiting. No more hesitation. I spin her around, pressing her front against the tree trunk. My hands find the button of her shorts, yanking them down along with her panties in one rough motion. She steps out of them without prompting, then spreads her legs slightly, offering herself to me.
Fuck.
The sight of her bent over, ass exposed to me, pussy glistening with arousal, nearly makes me lose it right there. I drop to my knees behind her, unable to resist tasting her first. My tongue swipes through her folds, gathering her wetness, circling her entrance.
"Wayne!" she gasps, hips bucking back against my face.
I devour her for a few moments, getting her wetter, readier for what's to come.
When I pull back, her thighs are trembling, her breathing ragged.
I rise to my feet, hands going to my belt, unfastening it with urgent movements.
My zipper follows, and then my cock springs free, hard and heavy and aching to be inside her.
"Gonna hurt at first," I warn her, pressing the head against her entrance. "But I'll make it good for you, angel. Promise."
"I know," she says, looking back at me over her shoulder, trust and desire mingling in her eyes. "I want it. Want you."
I gather her wetness on my fingers, spreading it along my length, making sure I'm slick for her. Then I position myself at her entrance, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding my cock.
"Breathe," I instruct, and as she exhales, I push forward, just the head breaching her tight entrance.
She tenses, a small cry escaping her lips. I freeze, giving her time to adjust.
"You okay?" I ask, fighting every instinct that's screaming at me to thrust forward, to bury myself completely inside her.
She nods, teeth sinking into her lower lip. "Don't stop. Please."
I push forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling her body resist then yield, stretching around my girth. She's so fucking tight, so hot and wet and perfect. Her inner walls grip me like a vise, making my eyes roll back with pleasure.
"Fuck," I hiss as I finally bottom out, hips flush against her ass. I’m so delirious with pleasure I might pass out.
She's panting, little whimpers escaping her throat. I hold still, letting her adjust, though it's killing me not to move, not to pound into her until we're both seeing stars.
"Move," she finally gasps. "Please, Wayne. Need you to move."
That's all it takes. My control snaps. I pull back until just the tip remains inside her, then thrust forward hard, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. She cries out, back arching, fingers scrabbling at the tree bark for purchase.
"Take it," I growl, setting a relentless pace. "This is what you wanted, baby girl. Been walking around this ranch with blue ball ever since you showed up teasing me in those tight little shorts that barely cover your ass. Got Daddy all hard up for you and now you gotta pay the price, princess.”
The endearment slips out again, and her response is immediate—a gush of wetness, a tightening around my length, a moan that sounds like surrender.
“Wanted to make it special for you. Fuck you in a bed nice and proper, but Daddy’s got such a greedy little, princess. She couldn’t wait for his big cock to be insider he, could she?”
“Oh my god, Wayne!” she cries out, loving the filth I spew at her.
Fuck!
I fuck her hard against the tree, one hand gripping her hip, the other wrapped in her hair, pulling her head back so I can see her profile—the parted lips, the flushed cheeks, the closed eyes. She's beautiful like this, lost in pleasure, taking everything I give her.
"Feels so good," she pants, pushing back against me, meeting each thrust. "So full. So deep."
Her words spur me on, make me fuck her harder, deeper, more relentlessly. The sound of our skin slapping together mingles with her moans and my grunts, creating a primal symphony.
I feel her getting closer—feel the telltale fluttering of her inner walls, the increasing desperation in her movements. My hand slides around to the front of her body, fingers finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts.
"Come for me," I demand. "Want to feel your tight little pussy squeeze my cock when you come."
"Wayne!" she screams, body going rigid as her orgasm crashes over her. Her inner walls clench rhythmically around me, milking my cock, trying to pull my own release from me.
But I'm not done with her yet. Not by a long shot.
I fuck her through her climax, not slowing, not gentling my thrusts. If anything, I go harder, deeper, driven by a need to claim her completely, to mark her as mine from the inside out.
"Mine," I growl, punctuating the word with a particularly deep thrust. "All fucking mine."
"Yours," she agrees, voice breaking on the word. "Only yours."
The admission pushes me closer to the edge. My rhythm falters as my own orgasm approaches, balls drawing tight against my body.
"Where do you want it?" I manage to ask, giving her the choice.
"Inside," she gasps without hesitation. "Want to feel you come inside me."
Fuck. Those words. Her permission. It's too much.
“Oh, fuck, baby girl. Hope you’re ready cause Daddy’s got a lot of cum built up just for you.
Gonna fill you so full, honey. Oh god!” With a roar, I slam into her one final time, cock pulsing as I empty myself deep inside her.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as I fill her with my cum, marking her in the most primitive way possible.
We stay like that for long moments, both of us panting, bodies connected, sweat cooling on our skin. Eventually, I soften enough to slip out of her, a mixture of our releases trickling down her inner thigh. The sight is so fucking erotic I nearly get hard again.
I turn her gently in my arms, searching her face for any sign of regret or pain. Instead, I find only satisfaction, wonder, and a deep contentment that matches my own.
"Mine," I say again, softer this time, pressing my forehead to hers.
She smiles, arms wrapping around my waist. "Yours. Always."
And I know, with bone-deep certainty, that it's true. She's mine now, completely. And I'm never letting her go.