Page 59 of Chasing the Sun
She sat back on her elbows, tipping her knees open and putting herself on display just for me. I slipped off her green rubber boots and socks before unbuttoning her jeans and lowering her zipper with an aching slowness.
As the teeth of the zipper separated, I kept my eyes locked on hers. I wanted her to knowexactlywhom she belonged to. We were both panting as I peeled the denim away from her smooth, tanned thighs.
Her long hours of work rebuilding the farm had toned her legs and given her some added bulk. I fucking loved her fullness as my fingertips dimpled her skin with my tight grip.
All that separated me from her was a flimsy scrap of the same sheer material that covered her breasts. The thong covered her pussy but disappeared between her ass cheeks,and I ran a finger down her seam, letting it disappear alongside it.
She inhaled and arched her back, nipples pebbling beneath the sheer fabric of her bra. My fingers plucked at one taut little bud as I groaned.
My hand teased the fabric covering her, relishing the hot, wet mess beneath my hand. “I knew this cunt would be dripping for me.”
“Oh. Oh my––” she panted.
“Open your eyes,” I demanded. She complied and my back wound tighter. “Say it. Tell me who makes this greedy little pussy wet.”
“You.” She gasped as one finger slipped inside her thong. Her head fell back, revealing the slim column of her neck, and my hand ached to wrap around it. “Fuck, Cal. It’s only wet for you.”
I grinned. “That’s right, Darling.”
She was soaked for me and I was going to ruin her for anyone else.
SEVENTEEN
ELODIE
My legs were spread,exposing my most private area to a man I was supposed to hate. His hungry eyes were locked on my pussy as one finger, then two, teased the edge of my panties. My hips moved, silently begging for him to shift.
To fill me.
His calloused hands gripped the sides of my thong, dragging it down my thighs as he stepped away to stuff them into the pocket of his jeans.
“Touch yourself. Just your fingers.” Cal licked his lips as he unbuttoned his jeans. My senses prickled as he slid one hand into the denim, pulling out the biggest dick I’d ever seen in real life.
Apparently the veins in his forearms weren’t the only veiny, glorious things he possessed.
I shifted my hips, parting my legs to glide my fingers through my pussy. Cal’s fist gripped his cock as he slowly began to work up and down. I dipped one finger, then two, inside of me. Cal matched my rhythm with his strokes as I moved my fingers in and out with slow, seductive pumps.
His moan was low and guttural as he watched me. Using my fingers, I parted my lips, exposing my clit and massaging it. A moan escaped me as my head tilted back, eyes closed.
The warm heat of Cal’s mouth clamped on my pussy sent shock waves through my system. I looked up to see his head buried between my thighs. The flat of his tongue ran across me, stopping to tease and suck my sensitive bud. His groan vibrated through my center, ratcheting the heat in my veins higher.
I stared at the glorious sight of Cal Blackwood on his knees for me. I bit my bottom lip, eyes widening, when his fingers plunged into me—slow, sensual movements that worked in time with his mouth. Delicious friction brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
My breasts ached to be touched, my hands finding my nipples to pinch and add to the assault on my senses. A breathy moan escaped me.
“Come for me. Show me you’re mine.” The command in his voice was my undoing.
“No,” I whined, not wanting to give in to him just yet. But despite my protest, my toes curled as the first wave of a full-body orgasm crashed over me.
“That’s my girl.” Cal’s dark, soothing words rolled over me as my pussy clenched around his fingers. His head dipped low, and he lapped up my orgasm as I rode the wave.
Another whimper escaped me, and I knew I was done for. I would have done just about anything for Cal to keep touching me and to stretch me open again and again.
My throat was dry as I gulped for air. A thin sheen of sweat coated my skin. Cal stood, still nestled between my legs, and slid the hard length of his cock through my pussy.Long and thick, I wanted to grind into him, make him give me every inch.
I moaned and shifted my hips—a silent plea for more.
“Greedy, aren’t you?” he teased as his fist tightened around himself. Our eyes met, and I stared into the caramel browns of his intense gaze. “Tell me you want it.”
