Page 14 of Pure Bred

“So how would that even work?” I say, leaning back on my elbows. “You jetting off to glamorous parties, me mucking out stables?”

Sierra laughs. “Hey, don’t sell yourself short. You could be my arm candy at those parties.”

“Right, because nothing says Hollywood glam like manure-caked boots.”

“You’d be surprised,” she teases. “It could be the next big trend.”

We go back and forth like this, half-joking, half-serious, about how we’d make it work. It feels good to talk about it, even if we’re also joking around.

Finally, Sierra says, “Maybe we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Why don’t we just take it one step at a time?”

I nod, relieved that our conversation isn’t just banter to her. “Yeah, that sounds good. We’ve got time while you’re here. We can figure out the rest later.”

“Exactly,” she agrees, a gorgeous smile spreading on her lips. “Let’s just enjoy this for now.”

Just then, Sierra’s mom pokes her head out the back door. “Hey, you two. Wanted to let you know that we’re heading out for a bit.”

We say goodbye to her mom, and a few minutes later, we hear their car drive away. A light drizzle starts to fall, pattering softly on the leaves around us. Sierra and I gather up the picnic things and head inside the house.

“Want some tea?” Sierra asks as we bring everything into the kitchen.

“Sure,” I say.

I lean against the counter, watching Sierra move around the kitchen. She’s always been beautiful, but now…damn. Those curves. Those wide hips of hers are unbelievable. My cock twitches, and I swallow hard, trying to keep my thoughts in check.

Sierra strains as she tries to grab a teapot from a high shelf. Without thinking, I’m right behind her, reaching up to help. My chest presses against her back as I easily snag the pot.

“Here,” I murmur, voice low.

She turns, and suddenly we’re face to face, bodies close. My heart is pounding so damn hard she can probably hear it. She looks up at me, her eyes warm and inviting.

I can’t resist. I lean down, capturing her lips with mine. The teapot clatters to the counter, forgotten, as Sierra’s arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer.

I kiss Sierra like I’m starving for her, pinning her against the counter. She’s soft, yielding, and I can feel every generous curve of her body pressed against mine. My cock is brutally hard now, straining against my jeans, and I know she feels it. Fuck, I wish I had a condom.

I break the kiss just long enough to ask, “You on birth control?”

She shakes her head, breathless. “No.”

For a wild moment, I imagine being inside her raw. I imagine sliding in and out of her tight cunt, reclaiming her as mine. I imagine making her come around my cock, and driving deep inside her and filling her with my cum, sealing our future together.

My whole body burns hot with feral desire, but I know it’s just an out-of-control fantasy. I rest my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath. “Should I run to the drugstore?”

Sierra bites her lip, considering. “I want to say yes. But I don’t know how long my parents will be gone.”

“You think they’ll be back in the next few minutes?”

She looks confused. “I doubt it. Why?”

I trace her curves with my hand. “Just curious.” I hold her gaze as my hand moves between her legs. She gasps as my fingertips graze over her warm sex, her body responding instantly to my touch.

Slipping my hand into her panties, I find her already so wet for me. My cock throbs angrily as I stroke her clit, feeling her slickness, her heat. Jesus, it feels so good to touch her again like this after all these years.

Sierra slowly grinds against my hand, her breathing growing higher. I lean in, kissing her deeply as I continue to stroke her swollen clit. She’s so responsive, so alive under my touch. I can feel the tension building in her, her body coiling tighter and tighter.

I break the kiss, wanting to watch her as she comes.

Her eyes are closed now, her head tilted back. She’s panting, her hips moving in rhythm with my hand. I can feel her right on the edge.

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