Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“Thank you, Trey. I had no idea how much I needed to hear those words until just now.” Sienna turns her curvy little body into mine, arm hooking around my neck and reaching for me.
“Don’t gotta thank me, sugar. I’d do anything for you and support you no matter what.” She’d do the same for me. Hell, she is now by not questioning why Amos and I would want to start a completely different type of herd when our families have been in the cow industry all along.
“That’s a good thing, because Genevieve thinks a storefront will be coming sooner than we thought.” A look of shock crosses Sienna’s face with her admission. “Shit, I just blabbed when I told Genny I’d keep that between us for the time being. Obviously, the storefront part needs to stay within these four walls for now, and if word gets around, I know it’ll be from you.” I quirk an eyebrow. “Genny holds a secret like no other.” Sienna uses her stern voice on me. One day, it’ll be our children she’ll be using that tone with.
“Your secret is safe with me. Now, how about I clean you up and then get you dirty in the shower?” I’ve been thinking about her naked all damn day. Getting to soap her body up has me feeling some type of way. Especially knowing what she has beneath her clothes.
“I’m not one to object when it comes to anything to do with you, Trey.” My hands grip her hips, and I walk her backward. Champ stays where he’s planted. Tully mentioned he’d probably sleep a lot the first couple of days till he adjusted to the quietness, then to be prepared because he’d do mischievous shit once he knew the lay of the land. The whole time we’re walking together, she’s got one hand going to the buttons on my shirt, undoing each snap button, then a shoe is kicked off from her foot, and even the overalls she wore today are now in a pile on the floor. By the time we make it to her room, half our clothes are off, and Sienna is leading me closer to the bathroom in only a tee and a pair of underwear that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. The damn things are completely see-through, front and back.
“Shower, sugar. Not gonna last long if not.” Sienna continues her striptease, and I’m playing catch up with the shit I’m wearing. Clearly, I didn’t think this through when I got back to the house.
“What if I want to watch?” She’s a damn tease. I nod my response. My shirt is somewhere in the hall. I go for the buttons on my jeans, stepping out of one booted foot, then the other. All while she does the same with her shirt, bra, and panties. They’re gone by the time I finish taking the rest of my clothes off.
“You like what you see, sugar?”
“It’d be better if I had my mouth wrapped around your cock,” Sienna states, fluttering her eyes at me.
“Can’t get you pregnant that way.” I lick my lips and pounce. My mouth lands on hers. She’s trying to climb up my body, and I’m lifting her up in my arms. When her legs wrap around my waist, her slick core grazes the underside of my cock, and there’s no way we’ll make it in the shower.
“Trey,” she hums when I lift her up.
“Guide me in.” My hands are full of my woman, all lush curves and soft skin. Her hand leaves my outer arm, and she draws the process out even further when she drags it down my chest and stomach. “Sienna.” A hiss leaves my throat with each slight depression she uses with the tips of her fingers.
“God, you feel so good.” The palm of her hand finally wraps around my dick, her thumb sweeping over the head, and I’m losing my goddamn will to survive.
“I’d feel even better with me in your cunt.” I bend toward her, my lips catching hers while somehow managing to take two more steps until her ass meets the counter. I’ve got more room to work with, less I’ve got to hold on to, and the minute the tip of my cock meets wetness, I’m surging. Sienna’s hand moves back to my chest, pressing on my heart, digging in, and rocking her hips upward with each thrust I give.
Sienna’s labored breathing, our bodies meeting one another, her wetness soaking my balls and the inside of her thighs, it’s making me ready to blow well before I’m ready. She hasn’t even gotten hers yet, and I’m no fucking schmuck. She’ll get hers before I’ll get mine. I’m a gentleman when it comes to Sienna orgasming first. The reflection in the mirror makes the show ten times hotter. My eyes keep going from her face to the reflection. On one particular thrust, Sienna’s head tips until the ends of her hair meet the counters, her back arched in a way that has her tits thrust, and a man can only take so much.