Page 46 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

GB

You say that now but you were put in charge of my fully capable almost 26 year old self, remember?

I know she’s toying with me and probably enjoying it. And if I’ll allow myself to even admit it for one second, maybe I am too. Maybe she is igniting a spark inside me I thought I’d lost so long ago. Perhaps I am the kind of guy that needs a challenge after all, and GB is beyond any challenge I’ve ever encountered.

Me

Better to be on the safe side. I’ll send my card details. Book it.

GB

It’s fine, I’ll book it myself and send you the bill for your share

Me

I’m paying the whole thing. Don’t fight me on this. You. Will. Lose.

GB

Ooh. Tough talker

Me

You know it

GB

Text you when I’m done

I sigh. Even that sounds dirty, though I know she’s not thinking the same stupid way I am. I wonder if this sweet, not-so-sweet, precious little princess pleases herself on the regular. And I don’t know about this whole interconnecting room situation.

Me

You do that. Later

I have no choice but to satisfy myself, yet again, with visions of my favorite little minx just so I can get up for the day and not be sporting a hard on for the rest of it.

I’m going between my overalls fantasy and the one from last night with those tight leather-looking pants. I’d have her topless for sure, on her knees with her pants pulled down her thighs. I’d keep her lacy thong intact, but reach the string aside and benddown to lick her pussy from behind. Ass up, tits out. It’s fucking wrong, I know it.

But as I imagine nudging the head of my cock into her sweet little hole, I know I’m too far gone to stop the fantasy. But didn’t she say something about her abstaining her whole life? Surely she didn’t mean… I’ve no fucking clue what she was talking about that night. There’s no way Georgia-Blue Bassett is a virgin. She obviously meant she hasn’t had it for a while and the same goes for me.

All I know is I’m going to have to have my wits about me if I’m to survive the weekend out of town with this little pain in my butt. So if this is what I need to do to keep my hands and my thoughts to myself, then so be it.

??

I lay flat on my back, seeing stars form behind my eyes as I struggle to keep my eyes open. The pain shooting up my right leg and up my spine has me struggling to breathe.

Jesus fuck. Am I paralyzed?

The dirt swirls around me as Bucko, the bull that just flung me off his back, fucking shows me who’s boss, kicking up the dirt with his hooves. He’s a big, solid fucker. And dangerous. The most dangerous in the competition, and judging by my current incapacitation, he’s living up to his name.

If he fucking stampedes, it’s over. Though I know I must be delusional, the bullfighters will distract him so I can get to safety… though, why can’t I move?

Billy, one of my bullfighters, is running toward me and I’ve no clue what’s going on in the crowd because there’s no sound. Everything just seems to go dark. I can feel the heaviness of my breath in the rapid rise and fall of my chest and there’s a wallof blackness as my eyes flutter, threatening to close. I still can’t fucking move.

“Keep your eyes open!” Billy slaps me on the face, probably scared I have a concussion.

“I can’t move,” I mutter. “Why can’t I fucking move?”

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