Chapter Thirty-Nine
This is fuckin’ insane! I swiftly remove all the clothing left on my body. If someone walks into this barn, they’ll see me, tits out, pussy planted on my boss’s face, his name echoing off my scream and the rafters. Who am I?
“See that bridle up there?” He growls. “Use it for leverage and hang on.”
I need no more convincing than that. I hover over his perfect beard, his golden brown eyes staring up at me, mischief and temptation burning inside.
Wrapping my fingers around the leather hanging in front of me, I tug, just to make sure it’s secure.
Chris runs his tongue over his lips and stares at my sex.
“If this beard isn’t soaked by the time you scream, I’m doing it wrong.
” Damn, he really wants it. I throw every inhibition to the floor as I sit down hard, hugging his head with my thighs, then ride.
The way his tongue flicks and his mouth devours me—I really think I might soak his beard.
This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.
It’s down right naughty, out in the open—it feels a little forbidden too, in the most audacious and daring type of way.
I hear him groan and growl beneath me as I moan and sigh, again and again.
I might’ve been sitting on the sidelines for all these years.
Waiting for who or what, I don’t know? But I never imagined anyone like him.
He’s a fucking god, walking around disguised as a man.
“Chris…” I breathe as I continue to rock my hips back and forth.
“I’m so damn glad it was you.” The curse he spews is a muffle.
But I know he’s going insane when I sense him reach for his cock.
Knowing it’s in his hand is hot as hell.
I look over my shoulder to see him stroking himself behind my back and a rush of wetness flows out of me.
I revel in every euphoric sensation he’s creating within me, then let my voice loose inside this wooden sanctuary we’re basking in.
My hips move faster, and so does his fist. The moment my scream is the loudest, is the moment he curses and I feel a hot, wet stream paint my ass.
We both continue to ride the high, then somewhat recover.
I dismount, my chest heaving, his too. “Turn around, blondie.” He commands.
“I wanna see how pretty you look with my cum all over you.” I grin, then turn on my knees to show him his handy work.
He takes his time, admiring what he’s done—then I feel a finger tracing my skin.
“What in the world?” I giggle then crane my neck as if I can actually see anything from here.
“I haven’t found our tree yet—I wanted to practice before I do.”
“Our tree?” I chuckle at the notion. “What do we need a damn tree for?”
His voice dips low. “To carve our initials, obviously.”
A laugh bursts from my lungs. “Did you really just draw a cum heart with the letters, C.C. and D.W.?”
“No. Of course not.” He rumbles. “The cum heart has the letters, C.C and D.C.” The backs of his fingers brush along my jawline, his lips landing gently on my shoulder. “Another promise.” He rumbles, and my heart tells me I’m the luckiest woman on God’s green earth.