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Should I touch him? Should I run my hand over his cock? Should I tell him how desperate I am for him?
He groans out and backs away before I get a chance, lifting my bare legs to his shoulders. He kisses the inside of my thighs.
“It’s wrong of me to think about all the things I’ve been wanting to do to you.” His rough beard brushes against my legs as he creeps his way up toward my upper thighs.
My eyes shut as tingling pleasure runs through me. “Why is it wrong?”
He groans. “Your age. The fact that I’m your boss. Pick your poison.”
“If this were one of my books, you’d push past those thoughts. Right into this tight, virgin pussy.”
I don’t know who I am right now. I’m delirious, pumped with hormones and emotion. Desperate for him to touch me. Desperate to come. Desperate to feel his big hard cock spread me wide. I’d have to be because I’ve never in my life talked like this.
“Virgin?”
I regret saying it the second he repeats the word.
“It’s not a big deal. I just thought you should know before we…”
He stares at me long and hard. This momentary pause makes my heart tighten. I’ve ruined the moment. He’s going to retreat. I’ve scared him away. Of course, I have.What grown man wants to mess around with a woman who has zero experience?
Definitely not a man that looks like this.
“It’s okay,” I say, sitting up from the table. “I’ve made things weird. We can just forget this ever happened.”
He grins and leans into my lips, his hand between my legs, cupping my mound, as a single finger glides along my panty covered seam. “Do you really want me to stop? If you do, I will.”
“No,” I squeak. “I never want you to stop, but I thought the virgin thing would be weird for you.”
He groans and pauses for a second. “I didn’t realize I was such a sick man.”
“Sick, how?” I’m panting, losing control of my breath.
“Sick,” he groans low into my neck and pushes my cotton panties to the side to pet my bare pussy, “like it turns me on to know I’m the first to touch this sweet, innocent body of yours.” Warm breath grazes my neck as he slides his finger inside of me.
My head arches back and I moan again and again. “You’re not sick, Holt.” I take a deep breath. “I want you,” escapes my mouth between groans.
One finger becomes two.
I moan out in approval, and he commends me for my noise.
“That’s right.” He brushes his hand back through my hair and watches my face as he thrusts his fingers in and out, over and over, sliding through my juices.
The world is hazy and I’m dizzy with heat and a fever I’ve never felt before. “Fuck me, Holt. Please… fuck me hard. I want to feel you all over me.”
A low rumble in his throat emanates as his teeth bare. He bites into my shoulder and kisses my arm, sucking intermittently as he makes his way between my legs. “I will, but first I want a taste of that sweet little cun—”
A loud crash echoes outdoors and our attention is diverted to the sound. A sound that I have a feeling is going to change the trajectory of the night.
Chapter Six
Holt
It’s times like these I realize I need a break. A break from farm life, a break from the ranch, a break from responsibility. Though, I can’t imagine what I’d have to do to make that a reality. Not now, anyway. I owe too much damn money to the bank, and now with the barn roof half caved, I’m going to be even further in debt.
“I’m so sorry, Holt. Maybe I can call around and see if someone can help you fix it. Everyone in town is always happy to help wherever they can.” Her small hand is cupped in mine while we stare at the damage. Thankfully, it’s only the back half that collapsed. The front of the barn, where the horses are, still looks stable. Though, I’m going to have to call Waylon tonight and see if he can house them temporarily until I get it fixed. It’s not safe for them to stay there overnight and it’s too cold to keep them out in this storm.
“I should’ve been up there shoveling the snow off today. It was accumulating, and I knew this roof wasn’t the best. Let’s get you inside. I’m going to call Waylon and see if he can get someone to come help me.”