Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
He blows out a breath. He has sweat on his brow, and his muscles are bulging; he’s practically vibrating against me, trying to hold himself back. He starts to shake his head. “Faith…”
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his engorged manhood. His tip is seeping, and I smear it down the length of him before stroking him once and then positioning him at my entrance. “I want you, Dixon, and I want you to be my first.”
He groans and leans his forehead against mine. He’s gasping for breath but is able to mumble, “I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t hurt you.”
I lean back and slowly impale myself on him. His eyes get big. I can feel myself stretching around him, adjusting to his size, but there’s no stopping me. It’s only when I’m fully seated on him that I take in a shuddered breath. We stare at each other, and he groans before reaching between us. His fingers go to my swollen clit, and I pulse on contact. He works his finger around me, and the sensation jolts through my system. He starts to move, in and out, slow deep thrusts, and I wince at first because I’m so full, so stretched, but the pain quickly turns to pleasure, and when it does, there’s no stopping it.
“Fuck, your tight pussy feels so good, princess. That’s right, squeeze me. Fuck, baby, you’re going to suck my balls dry.”
“Argh.” I groan as the orgasm hits me hard and fast. He pulsates inside me, groaning as he releases himself.
We’re both panting, holding on to one another, and as I rest my head against his neck, I realize that I don’t ever want to let go.
CHAPTER 7
DIXON
I’m still balls deep inside her.
I don’t want to pull out, but I know I need to.
I carry her over to the couch and lay her down as I pull out of her.
I can feel her eyes on me as I walk to the bathroom off the office. I grab a washcloth, and while I wait for the water to warm up in the sink, I look at myself in the mirror. Quickly, I look away because the guilt on my face is too much for me to handle right now. After cleaning myself up, I wet another cloth and walk back into the room, and Faith has her shirt on and is pulling up her underwear. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She blinks. “Uh, we were done, so—”
I cut her off. “You said I had tonight. Tonight isn’t over.”
Her mouth drops. “We’re doing that… again?”
I lay her back on the couch and pull her panties back off. As I clean her up, inspecting her swollen, red pussy, I ask her, “You’re sore, aren’t you?”
She gestures to my cock. “Well, you try fitting that thing inside you and see how you feel afterwards.”
I lean down and press a kiss to her mound. She jumps on contact.
After disposing of the cloth, I sit down on the couch and pull her onto my lap.
She lies gently on top of me. “What now?”
I run my hand down her back. “I need a little time to recuperate.”
She sighs and lays her head on my chest. I wait for the awkwardness to set in, but it doesn’t, and I don’t want to think about how good it feels to lie like this with her. “How long are you staying in Whiskey Run, Faith?”
She groans. “Are you going to try and run me off too? I’m not leaving, Dixon. I’m staying right here.” She lifts her head to look at me. “I mean, not right here. I promise I know what this is. I’m not going to start following you around or anything.”
I lean my head back and let myself go there. I think about what it would be like if I could claim Faith as mine. Normally a thought like that would make me break out in hives, but right now, it’s giving me a warm and fuzzy feeling that I don’t want to dissect. “I’m not worried about it.” Clearing my throat, I change the subject. “So what are you going to do with your fancy accounting degree?”
She moans. “Geez, that’s another thing I should probably talk to my father about. I didn’t get an accounting degree.”
I raise up. She’s been gone for five years, and this whole time Charlie has thought she was getting a degree. If that’s not the case, what has she been up to? “What have you been doing, Faith?”
She rolls onto her stomach and props herself up on my chest. “I have a degree in agribusiness.”
Surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it. “Faith, that’s amazing. Why wouldn’t you tell your dad that you were getting a degree in agribusiness? He would have to appreciate that you would be able to help him here on the ranch.”