Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Finally, I win a hand, and I nearly bite off my own tongue when Sally pulls off her sweater, revealing a barely-there pink bra that does something to me.
Adjusting myself through my briefs, I bite out, “Your jeans. Those come off next.”
Luckily, I win the hand, and then Sally is sitting across from me in just her bra and panties. Well, her socks, too, but I figure those don’t really count at the moment.
I win the next hand too. But when Sally moves to take off her bra, I shake my head. “Naw, Sunshine. The panties—those gotta go. Take ’em off, then scoot your chair back. Yes, just like that. Now open those pretty legs of yours.”
Her lips twitching, Sally does as I told her, scooting back just far enough that I can see her bare pussy. She glistens in the light overhead, making my mouth water.
My dick throbs. “If I win this next hand, I want you to touch yourself.”
“That’s not in the rules,” Sally says with a smirk.
“It is now.”
I win.
Holding her cards in one hand, Sally reaches between her legs with the other. “Touch myself like this?”
Her fingers circle her clit. They move easily, her pussy slick, swollen.
“Bend your knee. Put your foot on the edge of the chair so I can see you better.” I pull my cock through the slit in my briefs and watch, my breath caught in my throat, as Sally spreads herself wider, then slips a finger inside herself. “Good girl. You like it when Daddy tells you what to do, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” she pants, hips beginning to roll against her hand.
I give myself a slow, easy tug. “How ’bout this? I win the next hand, I fuck your mouth. You win, I fuck whatever you want me to.”
She’s biting her lip again. “Yeah. Okay.”
I thumb my head, working the pre-cum over my skin. “I’ll deal.”
As luck would have it, Sally bluffs her way to a win. Throwing up one arm, she continues to finger herself with her other hand. “You can fuck me here, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Then I stand. I pull off my briefs and I move around the table. Then I grab her. I set her on the edge of the table and step between her legs.
Kissing her mouth, I murmur, “Put me inside you, Sunshine.”
She reaches between us and curls her hand around my dick, giving me a tight pull before lining me up at her entrance. “Guess you come first? Since you won?”
I shake my head and push into her, gasping at the feel of her soft, wet heat. She’s already tightening around me, her orgasm close.
“That ain’t gonna happen and you know it.”
Laughing, she curls an arm around my neck and rocks her hips, riding my dick as I begin to thrust. “Let’s come together then.”
Thumbing her clit, I nod. “Stay with me.”
“I’m almost there.”
“I know.”
“I won’t be able to—”
“I know.” I kiss her, hard, my thumb moving faster. “Ever consider I’m doing this on purpose? You go first, always.”
She smiles against my lips. “Okay.”
She comes a beat later with a shout I capture in a kiss. She pulses around me, milking me to my own orgasm. I can barely breathe as I come down and rest my forehead against hers.
I feel my cum leaking out of her.
“I like that game.” My voice is husky.
Sally laughs. “I do too.”
A few days later, we head for the Wallace Ranch for a good old-fashioned barn raising. Really, the town is coming together to repair the barn that was partially destroyed by that fire. There will be music, kegs, tons of food, and of course some dancing.
Sally and I are excited, mostly because Ava and Sawyer will finally get to meet. Sawyer said he’d be bringing Ella with him, and Sally told me Ava planned on bringing her daughter too.
“Really, it’s kind of perfect when you think about it,” Sally says as she climbs out of my truck. “Think they’ll hit it off?”
“I do, yeah. Sawyer gave me some pretty great speeches about falling in love and shit, so I think he’s at the very least open to dating.”
Sally smiles, grabbing my hand. “I think Ava is too. She’s such a lovely person, and I’d love for her to end up with a good guy like Sawyer.”
The barn raising is in full swing. A band plays beside a nearby corral while a long table, covered in a checkered tablecloth, is set with more food than I think I’ve ever seen—and that’s saying something, considering the epic spreads Patsy puts out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day on Lucky River Ranch.
Sawyer is already here, tool belt hanging from his hips as he works inside the barn. I can just glimpse him and Ella through the open doors. His daughter is at his side, holding a pink plastic hammer in her hand. So freaking cute.