Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
My scalp smarted a little, but I loved the burn and wanted more. More of his hands, more of his noises, more of his everything.
I eased back to give myself a chance to breath more evenly. “I think about what you said that night, about stuffing your cock inside me. I want that. Fuck, I want it.”
“I want it too,” he said in a hoarse whisper as I licked his slit and got another burst of precome across my taste buds.
“Show me how much,” I said in an unsteady voice. “Fuck my throat.”
It slowly dawned on him what I wanted as he drew back to stare at me. Then it was game on. Kerry’s long fingers gripped the sides of my head as he fed me his cock. Gently at first, as my lips stretched around his shaft. I relaxed my jaw to take more of him before he snapped his hips, pushing more of his thickness inside. I just avoided gagging as I felt him hit the back of my throat. I could barely breathe as I whimpered and my eyes watered, but he didn’t pull back, somehow knowing it was exactly what I needed.
“That mouth. That fucking mouth,” he murmured, easing back to allow me a breath, then pressed his hips forward again. “So good.”
I groaned around his cock as my eyes met his. He watched me intently, his fingers brushing tenderly against my jaw. It made my chest feel all tight and strange.
He shuddered when my hand reached under his cock to cup his full balls, and that sent him gliding firmly over the edge. Without warning, his seed spurted down my throat as he shook and moaned. I swallowed greedily so as not to leave a mess right there in the hay.
When I looked up, his eyes were shut as if in a silent prayer, and as I released his softened cock from my mouth, I swiped my wrist against my eyes, which had begun leaking like a faucet.
“You okay?” he asked, stuffing himself back inside his jeans, then offering a hand to help me up.
“I’m perfect.” I held in my wince as my knee popped. “Now that I’ve had a nutritious breakfast.”
He chuckled as he enfolded me in his arms, but his gaze was serious, and intimate.
“Thank you,” he whispered against my lips.
I nodded, still in a daze from what we’d done.
“Go for a ride with me this weekend?” he asked suddenly. “I wanna show you somethin’.”
He pulled me into a mind-melting kiss that seemed to last forever as we clung to each other, unwilling to let go.
Maisy mooed impatiently, and we broke apart, grinning at each other like mad fools.
Then the barn door creaked open, and Kerry jerked away, his eyes swinging wildly to the entrance. But it was only Phoebe and Hamlet forcing their way inside, which told us Sienna was likely not far behind.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he said, forking his hands through his hair, then stumbling to the stool near Maisy. “Anybody could’ve walked in on us.”
But guilt couldn’t find its way inside me. Not after helping him come undone. My favorite memories with Kerry were definitely stacking up, and this one would be near the top.
We had trouble looking at each other, the electricity still crackling, our cheeks flushed. Sienna came in to feed the goats, but she seemed none the wiser as she chattered away about the upcoming county fair, where her soaps and lotions would be on display at a farm booth.
And when Kerry passed by me and stole a discreet glance at the front of my pants—the fucker—it did nothing to relieve my uncomfortably tight zipper.
Have mercy indeed.
22
Kerry
It was Saturday afternoon, and we were winding down the path beyond the cottonwood trees on a couple of four-wheelers. Julian seemed content and relaxed, and I was…happy to be alone with him again. I’d never had a chance to do this with anyone I was attracted to since coming out, and there was a freedom in it I hadn’t expected, even on my own property.
It would’ve felt even better in a saddle, but Julian wasn’t ready for that sort of ride, and I didn’t blame him. He was making progress where horses were concerned—or at least one horse in particular—something he’d probably never envisioned when he arrived from the city.
If Julian happened to develop an affinity for animals this summer and forged a connection with a rescue horse, more power to him. In his own way, he was helping Mercy adjust to our farm, so it was a win-win for all of us.
After that blowjob in the barn, I could think of few things better than stealing any time I could with Julian before he was gone. It already felt empty thinking about the fall harvest without hearing his laugh or seeing his smile. And I didn’t think I’d be the only one affected by his absence. Marta had grown quite fond of him—I could tell by the number of cornbread muffins she baked special for him—and George had stayed for dinner on more Friday nights than he ever had before.