Page 53 of Stray

“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper against his lips as I slide my wet pussy over his tip. “You promised I would never have to,”

“God help me,” he mutters as he places one hand on my hip and the other he uses to angle his cock to my entrance. “You say stop, and I’m out instantly.” I nod, my body shaking in fear and excitement as he pushes his head inside me.

“A-ah!” I cry out at the overly full feeling. I try to focus on my breathing, but it’s no use, and I end up holding my breath.

“Hey!” Jackson scolds, squeezing my thigh. “Breathe, baby, I don’t need you passing out on me.” He grunts as he seats me fully on him. I shudder against him as I situate myself.

“Mm…oh god!” His voice is guttural as he rolls his head back. “Goddamn it, your pussy is amazing.”

I rock my hips, and we both groan at the feel. “God, you’re so big,” I whine as I move up and down his cock, trying like hell to keep the voices quiet.

“Baby, look at me.” His voice is hot and husky, and I cry in pleasure as I move again. “Do you feel that?” He groans. “How your pussy molds to my cock? Baby, we were made for each other.” His hand finds my thigh as I continue to rock. “God, you’re doing such a good job. You’re making me feel so good. How about you, though? Tell me what you need, baby.”

“C-clit…” I grunt out. Jackson nods and positions us so that my legs are spread wider, and my clit is grinding against his pubic bone. “Oh!” I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“That’s my girl. Come on, hurt me, baby.” He praises while grabbing my hips and moving me faster, and then he hisses in pain as I rake my nails down his chest. “Fuck baby, do you feel how hard my cock is?”

“Mhmm…” I whine, my body vibrating with the need to release.

“That’s all you, Ozzy. I’ve never been this hard before, only for you. You going to explode around my cock for me?” I nod, gripping his hair and tugging it.

“Jackson,” I pant, my legs shaky, and my core is on fire. “Jackson, don’t leave me,”

Gripping my face, he pulls me to him. “You come on my cock Ozzy, and it’s all over. You are mine, and I am yours. You come on me, baby, and I will be yours, always.”

I open my mouth to speak, but an orgasm rips through my body, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I scream his name and hear him roar mine only seconds later as I’m filled with his hot come.

We sit still, both of us panting and staring at the other in complete and total shock. Both of us thinking the exact same thing.

What happens now?

Jackson

Walking down the fence line, I feel more of a spring in my step. It’s been three days since Ozzy and I went out, and it’s been amazing. I am loving every second with her. She’s amazing, funny, smart, and… currently sobbing in the chicken coop?

“What’s wrong?” I ask, panic in my voice as I run up to her. She turns to me, her face tear-stained, and that’s when I hear them. Chicks. I look at all the cheeping little chicks and kneel down next to her.

“Look at them!” She sobs, holding one to her chest. “I love all of them so much!”

“Then why are you crying?” I laugh nervously as she continues to sob. I’m still trying to figure out where the fuck these chicks came from.

“Because! They’re so cute and little!” Her bottom lip pouts out, and it’s the fucking cutest thing ever.

“Alright, well, considering mama hen has apparently said fuck it, help me grab these chicks and get them over to the brooder.” Her brows furrow as she scoops up five of the eight babies while I grab the other three.

“What’s a brooder?” She asks, following me to the other barn we use for chicks, piglets, ducklings, and calves born during the winter.

“It’s a little area to keep them safe with food, water, and a heat lamp. Heat is vital for them.” She nods, and I can see she’s trying to take in all the information. I spend way too much time explaining to her how to care for them, the proper temperature, and everything else. Ozzy has decided to name them all. All eight of these little fuckers. I didn’t have the heart to tell her we don’t name but the closest ones because things happen on the ranch, and it usually happens to the chickens first. If I had, I am sure she would move her bed out here or them into the house. So we have: Chicklet, Chick Norris, Beaker, Rex, Peter Pecker, Sanders, Punky Rooster, and Little Foot.

“Why Little Foot?” I ask, and she points to the chick.

“It was sitting on a tree star when I found them.”

“A what?” She looks at me as if I’ve just insulted her.

“Rowe, you are not allowed to be my boyfriend if you don’t know what a tree star is.” She huffs and looks away.

“Boyfriend, huh?” Her face snaps back to mine, and I watch her cheeks go rosy.

---