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Lifting her hat up, I push it back so I can see her face easier. “I got no memories of anyone but you, Bets. But I’ll be honest with ya right now, I don’t really want the whole ride home of you just teasin’ me. I’d much rather fuck you.” I know she’s always had a bit of insecurity over the women I dated over the years, and I hate that. Taking her chin between my fingers, I pinch it to force her to look at me. “I spent my whole life comparin’ everyone to you. No one was ever good enough, not when I had the real deal in front of me.”
She snorts, but I don’t laugh with her. Swallowing hard, she seems to not know how to respond. I told her before, I’ll tell her now, and any time she needs to hear it in the future. “You’re onthe pedestal that everyone looked up to.” Lowering my head, I press a hard kiss to her mouth, then reach into my back pocket for my switchblade.
Flipping it open, I use my other hand to lean her back against Baron’s neck, stretching her body out and forcing her to release the tight grip she has on my shaft. I let my fingers roam over the inside of her thigh before hooking a finger through the crotch of her shorts and yank it away from her body, including those panties behind them. “Don’t move,” I murmur, then slip the blade alongside my finger, keeping the blunt side to her skin.
It doesn’t take me but a few sawing passes before I’ve sliced through two layers; the seams popping open and baring her pussy to me. Flicking the blade shut, I shove it back in my pocket and push what’s now a skirt up to her waist.
Betsy sits back up, a little unsure of what my plans are, but I’ll show her in just a minute. Holding her to my chest, I flick Baron’s reins and dig my heels into his body and urge him to start walking slowly back to the farm. Moving at this speed has us both rocking side to side at a rolling pace, and I can’t help but appreciate how erotic it feels.
I drag her closer, encouraging her to settle over my lap, which brings my cock right against her pussy. She still seems a tad unsure, her legs tense.
Patting her thigh, I get her to adjust to a more comforting position. “Relax those thighs, Bets… wrap ‘em around my waist.”
I fight off a laugh when she scowls at me. “You sound like you’re trainin’ me to ride a horse.”
“I’m trainin’ you to ride a cowboy,” I tell her, running my nose along the edge of her ear.
“God, that was the corniest shit I ever heard.” Her words are breathless as the head of my cock moves against her with every swaying step Baron takes. It’s like his movements are pushing us to fuck without either of us having to do the work.
Ignoring her sass, I grip her ass to hold her in place and thrust hard, burying inside of her.
“Jesus!”
“Amen,” I groan out in response. Circling my arms around her body, I press a hand at the base of her spine and keep her settled over me in a more manageable position. “Don’t worry ‘bout movin’. I got this.” Then, I click my tongue and have Baron pick up his pace just a bit. Not too much that Frank can’t keep up with his injury.
With every step he takes, Betsy’s pussy grinds against mine, the slight bouncing forcing me in deeper.
“Oh my God,” she grits out, clenching her fingers into the front of my shirt. With her face pressed against my neck, I lean back slightly so she’s more on top of me. I don’t give a fuck how long it takes Baron to walk us back home, and honestly, I might redirect him for a while just to prolong this.
“Don’t move,” I order, gripping her hip when she starts rocking over me, halting the movements. “Just let it build like this. Fuck, I’ve always wanted to do this with you.”
She nods, moaning against me again, and for the next ten minutes, I only focus long enough to ensure Baron isn’t going in the wrong direction. Otherwise, I’m fully absorbed in the way her pussy is gripping my dick, soaking all of me as neither of us move except for the bumps and sways as we continue riding along. Our hands slowly roam, but never touch anything more than to hang on to each other.
Eventually, I hear her breathing kick up faster and she lifts slightly. I barely catch her face, her jaw gritted, before she dips her chin to watch where we’re joined. Her hips are jerking slightly, but I think it’s involuntary for her.
“I’m going to come,” she murmurs like she’s talking to her own body, surprised and almost unprepared for it. Slipping a hand up the backside of her neck, I fist her hair to keep herpressed against me and let myself ride out our orgasms together. We shiver and moan together, not allowing ourselves to be too loud in case there are ears. I’d been holding back for a few minutes now, waiting for her, so when I come, I fucking comehard.
With the angle we’re at and her weight pressing down on me, I shiver from how sensitive it feels, especially when she keeps randomly spasming around me. If anyone were to see us like this, I’m sure they’d suspect what we were doing, but they couldn’t actuallyseeanything.
I want to kiss her lips and tell her all the things I’m feeling right now, but she’s leaning so heavily against me, her body totally relaxed, I decide to just kiss her temple instead.
My touch doesn’t rouse her, so I lean sideways to peek at her face, then chuckle. With my cock still inside of her, I click my tongue to get Baron’s attention. Tugging on the reins, I redirect us to the house and keep an arm wrapped around my girl as she snoozes against my chest under the warm sun.
It’s peaceful, and I decide I can’t hold it in anymore. I’ll tell her again when she wakes, but if I don’t say it now, I’m going to explode. With a low voice, I lean my head down and whisper, “I love ya, Betsy Harper. Gonna marry you someday real soon, just you wait.”
I flush when her soft voice flows right up to me, her words slightly slurred from being sleepy, but I understand them.
“Love you too, Wild… and okay.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Clyde
~ 1 month later ~
To say the last month has been heaven would be an understatement. It took us two weeks of begging Betsy to let us move in with her before she finally gave in after Renee sat her down and dropped to her knees, telling her she couldn’t handle us whining any longer.
To quote Renee: “If I gotta listen to them pine away about not bein’ able to ‘hold their girl’ for another night, I’m gonna puke. Honestly, honey. Let them come home, and when I say home, I’m talkin’ about your place. I’ll even bring over meals if you justget them out of my house.”
