Page 82 of On the Wild Side

“Good.” Now that she’s lying before me, spread out for my pleasure, I move up to push my cock between her tits, watching her closely for any sign that she doesn’t like this.

But this little vixen just sticks her tongue out, asking for the tip of my cock.

Who am I to deprive my girl of what she needs?

I offer her the tip, and she licks greedily, pulling on the belt for leverage to get more of me in her mouth. I reach back and circle her clit with my finger; that little patch of nerves sends her body writhing, moaning around the crown of my cock.

“What a good girl,” I croon, and those eyes burn as she stares up at me. I never realized that giving praise was my kink until the first time the wordsgood girlslipped out, and she came apart at the seams with the words.

Shelovesit.

And I’ll give it to her every single time.

She’s straining against the belt, but not in alet me gokind of way, but in aholy shit, this is hotkind of way, and watching her suck my cock is going to send me over the edge.

I pull out of her mouth slowly, replacing it with my thumb, and she happily sucks the digit while I make my way down her body, settle between her thighs, and push inside of her.

“Ah, fuck, baby.” With one hand, I jerk the belt free, and Abbi wraps those arms around my neck as I begin to fuck her a little harder, a little faster. “I never get enough of you.”

She bites her lip and moans, and I pick up the pace, chasing that climax for both of us, and when I feel her shudder around me and watch her fall off that ledge, I follow her over.

“How busy are you this afternoon?”I ask Abbi as she pours herself a cup of coffee and yawns.

“Not very,” she says. “I’ll be doing laundry and books this morning at the office, and then I should have a light afternoon until Daisy gets out of school at around three. Why do you ask?”

“I’d like you to come meet me at the ranch for a little while, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind. Are you going to tell me why?”

“Sure, when you get there.” I grin and kiss her, enjoying the way she feels when she’s all soft and warm from sleep. “Just head that way whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay. Do I need to bring anything?”

“Just you. I’d better go.”

“Brady,” she says when I turn to the door.

“Yeah?”

“How was yesterday? You never told me how you did.”

“You didn’t watch?” Remington and the others usually pull it up online as soon as I’m finished, and I assumed she did the same.

“No, I wanted to wait for you.”

She’s so fucking sweet. “It was a good ride. I ranked at the top when all was said and done, and I was happy with the way the season started.”

She smiles, and her shoulders ease. “Good. I’m so glad. Not too banged up?”

I hurt like a motherfucker today, but I just smile at her and tuck her hair behind her ear. “Not too badly. We’ll watch it together later, and I’ll give you a play-by-play.”

“I can’t wait.”

There’s no traffic at this time of day, so the drive out to the ranch only takes about twenty minutes or so, and I park at my cabin so I can change into clothes that can get fucked up before I head to the barn.

The hands are already out there to congratulate me on yesterday’s ride, and then we’re busy for the rest of the morning, cleaning the barn, exercising the horses, and the dozens of chores that never seem to end around here.

Several hours later, I hear a car outside, and then Abbi’s strolling into the barn, and my heart catches at the sight of her. She’s in jeans and a navy blue top with little yellow flowers on it that makes her eyes look even brighter than normal, which should probably be illegal in all fifty states.

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