Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I let my hand move from her fine ass to the space between her legs, pressing three thick fingers against the line of her sex under her jeans.
She purrs and then moans, her whole body melting into mine.
“And if you can’t…carry…me?” she gasps, fighting to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head.
And I fight the urge to just carry her off into the nearby bushes.
Take care of what needs doing right here.
But I’m stubborn, I guess. And if she really thinks I can’t or won’t carry her that far, I’ll gladly prove her wrong.
“And what if I can?” I retort. “You want to put a wager on that challenge?” I ask confidently. “Or is it more of a dare type deal?”
Tina makes a little whimpering sound, fighting her own urges as she tries to focus on something as silly as a bet that I can’t carry her five miles.
“If you carry me that far…will you…would you keep going…keep holding me, I mean…?” she asks, looking up at me and curling her fingers into the collar of my shirt.
My hot mouth is over hers again before she can say anything.
Her whimpering moans making my balls rise up as I feel ready for her right fucking now.
Her own sounds are drowned out by my deepest, lowest growl yet.
It makes her jump with a start, her eyes wide as they flash toward the woods.
“It’s only me,” I soothe her. “This is what you do to me…and this is what I’m going to give you,” I remind her.
Letting her soft rear bob against my hardness as I take long steps, making her give little gasps and mews as she grips me tighter around my neck.
I’m more than eager to make it to the stables in record time now. And not just to prove a point.
Because carrying her like this, feeling her so close against me is the biggest turn on. If she’s anywhere near as horny as it’s making me, it’s the main reason I want to get her someplace comfortable. And fast.
It’s what we both want, and I can’t think of a better way to get to know her. Already feeling like I’m bringing home the greatest gift of all, and I can’t fucking wait to unwrap her.
We go on like this for a time. Her hugging into me and me taking long, sure steps as I carry her.
Only pausing to lean in and kiss her again, or just to stop a moment to show her something along the way, like the incredible views at every turn.
Tina lets me know I can set her down anytime. That she doesn’t care about a stupid bet or a dare.
But I know we’re not far from the stables, feeling her tense up when I mention the word.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her. Not sure if I should be lighthearted or more serious from the look on her face.
She recovers quickly, brushing the comment aside. “Nothing’s wrong,” she assures me. But I’ve seen that look before.
People that are shy of animals, especially livestock and horses.
It’s not that unusual for people who don’t deal with big animals to have a built-in fear of them.
Long as she’s not having second thoughts about me, about this big animal.
But even when I ask her a second time if she’s alright, Tina’s happiest snuggling back into me for the last half mile or so.
Giving me a taste of my own when she asks about me instead about the name of the place, and how long I’ve worked here.
I catch the other meaning in her question. Like, aren’t you scared you’ll lose your job if we get caught like this?
And the answer to that is a big no. I’m not.
But I don’t tell her everything straight away. We’ve got all day and night to talk about my boring life.
“For now, let’s just say that whatever happens between us is our business. Nobody else’s. How about that?” I ask her.
Glad when she nods quickly, but she wants to know again. “Why’s it called Silver Fox Ranch, though?” she quizzes me a second time, making me smile.
“I haven’t seen a single fox yet,” she observes, almost sounding disappointed. But I put on a mock look of being wounded by her comment.
“Except you, of course,” she whispers, blushing and making me chuckle softly.
“It’s a good question,” I let her know. “And it shows you have a keen eye too. There are quite a few foxes in these parts. But like most of the wild animals, they’re long gone by the time human feet get anywhere near them,” I explain.
We’ve gone up higher into the hills through the woodlands, and the breeze shifts suddenly. The chill in the air ripples through us both, making Tina snuggle into my chest deeper.
I ask her if she still wants to walk the rest of the way, chuckling again when she shakes her head, playfully batting at my chest instead.