Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Daddy.” She writhes desperately between me and the wall. “More!”
“Hear that?” I jackhammer her for a good ten seconds, her dangling legs shaking on either side of me. “I’m her Daddy—and there’s only room for one.” I surge deep and groan over the way she clenches. “Matter of fact, there’s barely room for one. And that’s something you’ll never find out for yourself, because this little angel is mine. Contact her or come near her again and I’ll throw you from the roof of the building—and we’ll laugh on your way down.”
I haul her off the wall and walk to the elevator, smacking the button while she rides up and down on my dick, her face tucked into the curve of my shoulder. Her fingernails are buried in my shoulders and she’s fucking me with such desperation that one of her high heels falls off and we don’t even bother retrieving it, stepping into the elevator when it arrives. Man, she knows how to get off, exactly how to rub her clit on me to climax—and in the process, she swells my cock to the point of agony. Bring on the torture. I live for it now.
I live for her.
As soon as the doors close, I press the emergency stop button.
Then I flatten her to the wall and mate my girl roughly, my mouth crashing down on hers to devour while we go at it, her tight butt squeaking up and down the metal wall.
“I don’t mind giving him a preview, but no one watches you have orgasms but me.” I bury my fingers in her hair, pull her head to the left and attack her sweet neck with suction. “I plan to watch you have them every day until I die.”
“Likewise,” she gasps, shoving my jacket off, moaning when I flex my muscles for her. “I love you so much, Dusty.”
I bare my teeth against her ear and reach down to play with her clit, making her gasp, and I pound her harder, knowing we’re both so sensitive from last night, we don’t have long before the release hits. “I love you past the point of obsession, Bianca.”
Her eyes go bright, so bright—and then cloudy, her orgasm causing her pussy muscles to tense up around me. I let my own flood erupt, slamming her one final time up against the wall, growling and grunting while my moisture flows into her, overflowing almost immediately and splashing down onto the floor, leaving a puddle behind. And I hope that vile motherfucker gets into the elevator later and knows exactly what he’s looking at.
“Tell me what to do to make you happy, darlin’,” I pant, kissing her forehead.
“Take me back to the farm, Dusty,” she whispers. “Make me your wife.”
My heart rips up into my throat, heat pressing behind my eyes. God, I love this woman. Thank you for sending her to me. “Darlin’, I thought you’d never ask.”
EPILOGUE
Bianca
Five Years Later
I lean a hip on the doorframe of our bedroom, coffee cup cradled in my hands.
“Happy birthday, gorgeous,” I murmur to my incredible husband, who is sprawled out face down in bed, nary a sheet to keep him modest. “Those buns only get better with age.” Without opening his eyes, he flexes them and I almost spit out my sip of coffee on a laugh. “Wow. I could charge admission for this.”
“Why isn’t my stunning wife in bed beneath me on my birthday?”
Feigning confusion, I tap my chin. “I don’t know, but I think it has something to do with the two children we live with.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Uh-huh.”
A grin pulls wide on his face. “Anyway, I got my present last night.”
“Twice.”
“I don’t suppose I could convince you to lock the door and come give me a third.” He groans low in his throat while looking me over head to toe. “And a fourth. Maybe a fifth?”
Having mercy on him, I close the door and saunter toward the bed.
He brightens immediately, rolling over and letting me see exactly how eager he is to greet me good morning. My sex grows moist and ready in response, the sight of my farmer in the nude never failing to make me short of breath. My heart is a victim here, too, however, turning over and over like a thorny tumbleweed in my chest.
I never know how and when the love I have for Dusty is going to hit me hard. Sometimes, when I least expect it, I get overwhelmed by how taking the highway that night five years ago could have cost me the love of my life. My husband. My best friend.
Dusty brought me back to the farm the same day as the casting director disaster. We packed my things and got the heck out of the city. I never looked back. I don’t miss it. For so long, I thought acting was the only future for me, but it wasn’t. It was the dream of a child that I never let go of…but it’s the dream of the woman to be a farmer.