Page 99 of My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding

“But I haven’t started really…doing it yet.”

“I’m good.I’m fine.Please start doing it,” she said with a soft laugh.

“I just want to be sure to be gentle.And you make me want to…go crazy.”

“Josh,” she pulled back and looked at him.“I’ve had my foot broken by a horse in a barn, I dislocated my shoulder falling out of a barn loft rescuing an owl, I’ve been bitten by…well, a lot of animals…in barns, and I’ve had my hand—”

He kissed her, cutting that description off, and pulled out then thrust in again.

She gripped his shoulders and her pussy tightened around him.

When he released her lips he said, “Okay, you’re a tough girl.”

“I am.I can take anything you can dish out in this barn, Josh.”

“Sounds like a challenge.”

“Totally.”

He growled.And then he gave her exactly what she was asking for.

He cupped her ass and thrust deep, pounding into her over and over.

She held on tight, encouraging him with gasps and groans.He felt her pussy tightening around him, the sweet friction and wet heat, heaven on earth.

“You with me, Tor—”

She came before he could even finish the question.Her inner muscles clenched hard and she called out his name.He pounded in and out again a dozen times and then felt his orgasm rip from his balls.He groaned her name, holding her tight, emptying himself inside the condom.

Afterward, he held her against the stall, breathing hard.She was wrapped around him and gave no indication of wanting to let go.

Several minutes passed.Finally they could hear the tiny mews from the next stall over their ragged breathing.

Josh pulled back and looked into Tori’s face.He grinned.“I’m going to take that as feline applause.”

She laughed.“It was definitely applause worthy.”

He kissed.Long, and deep, and hot, and sweet.Then he put her on her feet.

With her eyes on his, she pulled his shirt up and over her head, and handed it to him.He drank in the sight of her sweet, naked body before ducking his head through the shirt.She slipped around the edge of the stall to retrieve her dress.

He re-tucked and re-zipped.And waited.

He could hear her talking softly to the kittens and he smiled and shook his head.She was something.Something he was never going to find again.

He had to figure out an appropriately huge gesture to show her how he felt.

When she finally came back out of the stall, she had her dress and shoes back on.

But not her underwear.Those were in his pocket.And he was keeping them.

Tori stepped up next to him, gave him a huge smile, and slipped her hand into his.

She sighed.“Kittens.”

“And hot barn stall sex.”

“Not necessarily in that order.”

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