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“Pull your top down and hold up that hair. I wanna see those tits, baby.”
She does. Once she has her hair fisted in one hand and piled on top of her head, with her tank top and lace bra haphazardly shoved down, she spreads herself open to work her clit in time with her hips.
I grit my teeth and grab her hips in a bruising grip, rocking against her. It doesn’t take long until we’re both right there, sliding closer to the edge, with eyes locked on each other.
“Hank, I can’t wait… I need—” she cries out.
I grind up hard once, twice, and then I’m coming. She’s trembling above me with eyes locked on my cock as it pulses and hot ropes pump out of me, hitting my abs. Some drags back along the length of me as she grinds down, fucking my cum into her. She shatters at the contact, eyes shut, head back. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
She collapses forward, not caring that she’s just landed in the wettest of wet spots, and kisses me so softly, so sweetly that it makes my chest ache.
I brush her hair back from her face and she whispers, “That was so fucking hot.”
“Yeah, it was.” I look down to where she’s pressed against my stomach, and her shirt is undoubtedly ruined.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” I drawl in the worst southern accent. “You've got a bit of cum on your shirt.”
Her head drops forward onto my chest and her body shakes with quiet laughter.
“I love you,” she says, and presses a kiss to my chest.
I wrap my arms around her. “Love you, too, Wrennie Girl.”
CHAPTER SIXTY
wrenley
We rollup to the main ranch house thirty minutes late for dinner on Friday evening. I was ready on time, but when Hank came in from taking Tucker out, he took one look at me, and we were both naked in under twenty seconds.
The ranch house is a hive of activity, with the sounds of laughter and clinking of dishes spilling from the kitchen. When she hears us come in, Paige comes running out to the foyer and slams into Hank with a hug around his waist. He presses a kiss to the top of her head and ruffles her hair. After a second or two, she steps away and turns to me with a shy smile. I offer her my hand, not sure if she’ll want to hug me. She looks at it for a second and then wraps her arms around my waist as well.
“You smell sweet,” she says as she inhales, nose pressed to my middle.
A surprised, little laugh escapes me. “I do?”
She nods, not letting go of me. “Like strawberries.” She tips her head back and looks up at Hank. “Is Wrenley going to be my aunt?”
I cut a glance at Hank. He looks down at Paige and laughs. “Nosy Nellie. Who told you that?”
“My daddy said maybe,” she says with a big grin.
I clear my throat and Hank just shakes his head.
“Well, you guys are late,” she points out, her little hands going to her hips.
“Sorry, Pipsqueak. Wrenley had to fix her hair again.”
I shoot him a look and smack his chest with a laugh as Paige tears off in the direction of the kitchen. “Liar,” I whisper.
He rubs the spot on his chest and grabs my hand with a smirk. “You like it when I pull your hair. Don’t even try to deny it.”
The retort I had ready dies on my lips when Hutch comes striding into the foyer. His lips are tipped up in a knowing grin, with his deep dimples flashing.
To Hank, he says, “Your zipper’s down, fucker.”
A laugh bursts out of me and Hank looks down, checking to make sure his fly isn’t undone. It isn’t.
Hutch reaches into the pocket of his jacket hanging on the hook just inside the door. He pulls out his phone and slides it in the back pocket of his jeans with a laugh.
