Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I hop on my horse, tug down my hand, and trot out to where the truck is, looking for her. When I spot her over by the feed pen, I smile. But that turns to a scowl when I see a young guy with no shirt on coming up next to her.
I click my heels against my horse and she speeds up. I need to check this shit out, because that is definitely not four-hundred-pound Rex who usually delivers the cow feed.
When I get up to them, I can see Dolly isn’t paying him any attention. She’s watching one of the cows feed its baby, smiling sweetly. The guy is unloading bales from the back of his truck, but I see him look Dolly up and down every time he gets near her.
“Can I help you?” I bark, loud enough to make Dolly and the calf jump. The cow looks at me and swear she rolls her eyes before going back to her meal.
“Brandon, this is Carl. He’s filling in for Rex while he’s on vacation.”
I dismount and walk over to her, standing between Carl and my woman. He’s young, but I don’t like anyone giving Dolly eyes, especially one without a shirt on. He looks at me with a kind expression, but I glare at him. His smile drops, and he takes a step back. Good.
Dolly is five months round with my baby girl, and men still look at her like she’s the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen. Probably because she is. And pregnancy only enhances that.
“That’s my wife you’re looking at,” I say gruffly, and I swear I hear Dolly laugh behind me.
“Yes, sir,” he says, and I can see he’s wary. He should be.
“You keep your eyes on your face and do your job.”
“That doesn’t even make sense,” Dolly whispers behind me.
“Get your ass on the Gator,” I bark to her, and she rolls her eyes but does what I say. “Now, you can unload this and take my horse back to the barn. Next time you come on our land, you keep your goddamn shirt on and show some respect.”
“Yes, sir,” he says quickly, and it eases some of my anger. Some.
I climb on the Gator with Dolly and take off towards the house. When we get there, I take her by the wrist and drag her inside. I have a burning need to claim my woman, and I can’t wait another damn second.
“Really, Baby-daddy, you’re all worked up for nothing. He’s probably only sixteen.”
I take her to the bedroom, grabbing a pillow and tossing it on the ground. “I’d like to remind you what you were thinking about me at sixteen,” I say, glaring at her. A blush hits her cheeks, and I nod. “That’s what I thought. Now get on your knees.”
She hesitates for a second, and I hold her hands as she lowers herself to the floor. When she gets in position, she reaches down to the hem of her sun dress and pulls it off in one fluid motion. Then she removes her bra, leaving her only in a pair of pink cotton panties.
I tug her red hair out of its ponytail and watch it fall around her shoulders She licks her plump lips, and my cock is angry with need. Reaching down, I unbutton my jeans and pull out my hard length. Her eyes grow wide with desire, and I stroke it a few times right in front of her face.
“I want you to suck my cock so good I see those dimples I love. Then I want you to bend over so I can eat your pussy and fuck you from behind. I feel like marking my territory.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers and licks her lips again.
She reaches out, brushing my hand away, and then takes as much of my cock as she can. The feeling of her warm mouth and tongue around my shaft has me closing my eyes for a second to try to get control. When I open them back up, I see she’s got her cheeks hollowed out and those fucking dimples are there.
I want to watch her do it forever, but in reality I can only stand about thirty seconds before I’m pulling her off and getting behind her so I can taste her pussy.
“Damn it,” she hisses when I take it out of her mouth. But her protests end when I pull her panties to the side and cover her pussy with my mouth. “Oh yeah, Daddy. That’s it.”
I’ll never get tired of hearing her call me that, and I make her say it over and over as I eat her to an orgasm.
When she’s finished giving me the last of her tremors on my tongue, I sit up and press my cock to her opening. I thrust home in one long, slick stroke, feeling her impossibly tight pussy squeeze me.