Big Bad Billionaires [Volume 2]

by Naughty Aphrodite

  Mike hunkered down next to the sheep, and with expert swiftness, he got the creature onto its back one handed, leaning it against his knees, as he started up the clippers with his other hand and started shearing up the beast’s belly with sure, strong blows. When the belly was clear, he laid the sheep all the way flat on the ground and spread its back legs. Then he began carefully shearing its undercarriage, covering the lambs long teats with his hand to protect them. He did his job with confident care, giving the sheep’s body respect as he relieved it of the heavy, burdensome wool. It was incredible to watch.

  “This wool’s not for sale--it’s too dirty. But here, feel that,” he said, handing me a clump that had fallen to the ground. It was fluffy and spongy, and I enjoyed rolling it around in my hands as I watched him pull the sheep this way and that, the hair piling up all around him as the sheep grew more and more bare. Before I knew it, he was done.

  “Easy as pie!” he declared with a smile.

  “I can’t even shave my legs that efficiently,” I said, in awe.

  “Well, this gun’s for hire, if you need help with that.”

  “You’re a flirt,” I teased.

  “Not with everyone,” he said. And suddenly his face was serious. “You make me a little nervous. I can’t seem to stop making dumb jokes around you.”

  I was shocked. Mike seemed so easy and confident to me. It never occurred to me that anyone could make such a capable, sunny man nervous. But his eyes were earnest and longing now, as he looked into mine. The air between us was suddenly electric and the moment seemed to stretch into eternity.

  “Yeah, well...I tend to have that effect on men when I strip naked for them unexpectedly,” I tried to ease the tension with a joke, but Mike took me by the shoulders and pulled me close to him, still probing me with his green eyes, not allowing me to escape the heat between us.

  “You are…” he started, “You are so strong,” he said, unexpectedly. “Listening to you talk last night--I’ve never met a more confident woman. And in the field last night--I wish you remembered it, because it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Not because of your body--your body is beautiful--but you were a goddess, do you understand? You did it so…” he struggled to find the words. Clearly, he wasn’t used to waxing poetic like this, but I wanted so desperately for him to continue. “...You stretched your arms up, like this…” he grabbed my hands and raised them towards the ceiling, leaving them there as his hands slid down my arms, my ribcage, down to my waist. “...and the moon was making you glow. You glow. You’re glowing now--You’re always glowing.”

  A sheep bumped my leg hard and pushed me into Mike, my up-stretched arms falling on his shoulders as my breasts pressed into his broad torso. For a moment I simply lingered there, feeling the heat from his body, his chest moving up and down as he breathed hard. But then I saw Mike’s eyes leave mine and a look of panic come over his face. The gate to the pen had gotten open and the sheep had been filing out. He released my shoulders, went chasing after them, and in an instant both Mike and the moment were gone.

  ***

  That night was spent much like the first evening, only we stayed firmly indoors and with me monitoring my moonshine intake a bit more carefully. Mike treated me as he had when I first arrived--with flirtatious jokes, but without acknowledgment of our moment together in the barn. In fact, though I hoped we might have a moment alone to talk about it, he turned in early, leaving Derek and me alone to clean up the kitchen.

  “Thanks for dinner, again,” Derek said, starting to do the dishes. “I can’t tell you what it means to have someone who knows how to cook around. I feel like a new man.”

  “Before I go, I’ll give you some basics so you can make better meals for yourself,” I smiled. It felt very natural in the kitchen with Derek, me making meals, him doing the dishes. I felt an easiness with him that usually only comes with old friends and long time lovers. There was something ancient and familiar about him, and yet, at the same time, I found him incredibly mysterious. Of the two of them, he was a man of fewer words, and even when he smiled, I detected a bit of sadness around his eyes.

  “I can do those,” I offered when I came to and remembered my manners.

  “No, I like to do it,” he said, his mouth turning up slightly at the corners.. “Especially with you here next to me. I don’t know if a man really feels like a man unless a woman is beside him. It’s nice to have a witness to my work,” he smiled at me as he leaned across me to put a dish in the drying rack.

  “That’s not a sentiment you hear too much these days,” I said more to myself than to him.

  “Not one you hear admitted, maybe. But every man wants a woman to impress.”

  “Well, I’m very impressed with your ability to wash and dry,” I teased.

  “I can do all kinds of things. You’ll see tomorrow.”

  “What happens tomorrow?” I asked.

  “You’re going to learn how to ride a horse, and I’m going to teach you.”

  “God, I’m so nervous! I’ve always wanted to learn, but I’m terrified of falling off!”

  “There isn’t any way I would let something bad happen to you on my watch,” he said, putting a hand on the small of my back--the kind of gesture you might do with a girlfriend--too intimate for how little I knew him, and yet it felt incredibly natural. But, perhaps realizing how intimate the touch was, he withdrew his hand quickly and went back to washing. I wished he would have stayed, but then I remembered my earlier moment with his brother in the barn. My head was swimming, my body felt hot, and I wondered if I hadn’t once again had too much moonshine.

  “Well, if we’re riding horses tomorrow, I want to make sure I get a good night’s sleep,” I said. “I think it’s time for bed for me.”

  “Have pleasant dreams.” His sad eyes looked at me warmly.

  “I will,” I promised.

  ***

  But instead, my dreams were fitful. Mike’s green eyes, Derek carrying me naked through the field, Mike stretching my arms upward, legs, arms, lips, skin against skin--a kaleidoscope of fucking, fucking, fucking. I awoke before dawn in a sweat, the heavy quilt on me oppressing my body.

  I tore it off, and my tee shirt and panties with it. I got up and opened a window before I sprawled back out on the bed, my legs open wide, letting the cool air swirl around my bare body. But still those images haunted me, and my hands began to wander lightly down between my heavy breasts, down my stomach, concave as I lay on my back, up my protruding mound, and down between my open lips, where it was more hot and damp than the humid summer night.

  My fingers skated up and down my slit, brushing against my clit with every stroke, which grew at my every touch. Already, my body was starting to shake, my back beginning to arch, and I let my finger focus on my outstretched nub, rubbing it lightly and quickly as my hips raised of their own accord, encouraging my hand to press down harder. I responded by plunging two fingers into my open, wet pussy, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips as I thought about being chest to chest with Mike, Derek’s warm hand on my back, Mike’s heavy breathing, Derek brushing my breast as he did the dishes…

  My other hand went up to my breast and I grabbed my nipple harshly, pulling it between two fingers and stretching it long, then giving it a little twist. I wanted teeth on it. I wanted to be covered in those strong hands. My back arched deeply and I sat up straight. My eyes opened into little slits, and I saw something--a figure in the doorway.

  “No, please don’t stop,” said Mike’s deep voice. “Please go on.”

  For a moment, we simply stared at each other, frozen in place. But then Mike started walking towards me. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes looking between my open legs. Then he took his thick calloused hands and placed them on my knees, spreading me open wider as he peered into me. “Let me see…” was all he said.

  I started stroking myself slowly, my heart pounding as I performed under his heavy gaze, my finger sliding up to my clit and rubbing s
lowly before sliding back down and disappearing inside of me. He reached between my legs and gently pulled my pussy lips as far open as they would go, watching my hand move slowly, transfixed. I loved watching his eyes on me, the hungry look on his face. My finger moved back up to my clit and rubbed fast--I wanted to give him a show. I never wanted him to take his eyes off of me. When I’d worked up my clit to a stiff little peak I couldn’t help but moan and suddenly his eyes were watching my face as it twisted with pleasure. I maintained eye contact with him as I rubbed myself harder and faster, but the sensation soon became too much for me, and I had to lay my head back and close my eyes.

  Soon I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, then heavy breathing coming from Mike--short, staccato grunts of “Mmm…” in his gruff, deep voice, and I knew he must be stroking himself, too.

  “Donna…” he sighed, “You make me feel some kind of way…”

  I opened my eyes and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, his chest covered in light, curly hair, his body hard from years of labor, his hand gently tugging at his towering, rigid cock as his eyes stayed focused on my pussy. “Your pussy is so alive…” he said, and for the first time, he let his finger graze my wet slit. His thick, rough finger slid gingerly into me while I rubbed my clit and I clamped down hard on him, locking his finger inside of me. “Goddamn…” he groaned, as he grabbed his cock firmly and squeezed his way to the fat tip. “What are you doing to me?”

  “What are you doing to me?” I countered, grabbing his hand and pushing it further inside as my pussy contracted around him. His finger was pressing into me in just the right spot as I raised my hips up to coax him in deeper. Reading my body expertly, he began sliding his finger in and out of me hard and fast, down to the knuckle, as his other hand held me open. The sun was coming up and as the light began to seep into the room, I could see more fully his entranced face as he worked me over with his fingers, making me whimper with delight as I tried in vain to stifle my moans. Then all at once he withdrew, holding his finger, slick and glistening in the morning light up to his face, looking at the mess he’d pulled from me. He slid it in his mouth and sucked it clean ravenously. A smile spread across his face as he turned to me.

  “God, you are something else,” he said, sliding his finger back inside of me slowly and extracting it again. But this time, he climbed between my legs, and, hovering over me, brought the cream covered finger to my lips. “Here, taste…”

  As I took his long, thick finger in my mouth, tasting myself for the first time, he began to enter me. It was only when I felt him push his way inside of me that I understood exactly how massive and strong his cock was. He filled me almost to bursting as he let out a low moan, his strong hands lifting me up and pulling me towards him until I was sitting on his massive cock, my legs wrapped around his waist tightly, my hips bucking and swiveling, wanting to feel him in me even deeper. He took my breast in his mouth and teased my outstretched nipple with his teeth as he gripped my ass firmly. I could feel him surging inside of me as I bounced on his cock and bit his shoulder, trying to stifle my moans of pleasure. I wanted to consume his whole body inside of mine. My vision began to blur as a wave rose within me. I hadn’t felt anything like this in so long--if ever--and I was so overcome with the sensation I felt on the verge of some sort of breakdown, so alight was my body with vibrations.

  But just as I was about to fully express my pleasure, a shrill, animal scream broke the moment, coming from outside. All motion stopped for a moment. We were still and quiet, listening for more. Then Derek’s voice. “Mike! Come quick!” Mike lifted me off of him, placed me on the bed, and he was gone.

  I hurriedly put on the nightgown from the day before as I listened to the boys outside.

  “What is it?”

  “Coyotes--they got to our sheep.”

  “How many did we lose?”

  “Get the gun.”

  They were too far from the window then for me to hear any more. I rushed to put on my shoes and run out the door to see if I could do anything, but just as I got outside I heard two shots ring out, stopping me cold.

  The silence after the shots was heavy but lasted only a moment. Two more shots were fired. Then I saw Derek and Mike emerge from behind the barn. I began running towards them.

  “What happened? Are you guys alright?” Derek didn’t answer, only went silently, solemnly into the barn.

  “Don’t go back there, we had to shoot some coyotes. Derek’s a little shaken up--he doesn’t like to have to shoot animals. I’m gonna go dig them some graves.”

  “You’re gonna bury them?”

  “We always do. It makes Derek feel a little bit better about it.”

  “Should I go check on him?”

  “You can try. He usually just gets real quiet when something like this happens, but he likes you. You might be a comfort to him.” And with that, he headed off to the shed to get a shovel.

  I opened the barn door and found Derek removing his shirt, his muscular back to me. I could see blood splattered on the sleeve.

  “Are you alright?” I asked and he whirled towards me, surprised.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiled weakly. “It happens from time to time. I just hate to shoot animals. We have to protect our sheep, but they’re just doing what comes natural to ‘em, you know?”

  “You have blood on your shirt,” I said.

  “That last one was shot at the pretty close range.”

  “Do you want me to wash it?”

  “I’m just gonna throw it out.”

  “There’s...there’s a little blood on your neck, too.” I looked around and saw a pail of water with a rag hanging over it. I wetted the rag and approached Derek as he stared down at me. I reached up to his bare neck and gently washed the coyote blood from him. He didn’t move, didn’t react, only stared intensely at me, and I began to feel my heart pound in my chest. I simply focused on the task at hand, not looking up into his beautiful blue eyes, continuing to rub his neck even after the blood disappeared from his skin.

  “Donna…” he said, catching me around the wrist, and I lifted my gaze to meet his. His plaintive eyes were probing mine, searching for something. The rag dropped from my hand. “Donna…” he repeated in a low groan as he lifted his mother’s nightgown off of my body and threw it to the ground. “Let me bury myself in you…” he said, pulling me close to him, burying his face in my breasts. “Donna…”

  His strong arms lifted my naked body up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked me over to a stack of hay and set me down, taking my nipple in his mouth and pulling it harshly with his teeth as I let out a little yelp. His strong hands were everywhere on my body, digging into my skin, grabbing me by the handful, trying to take me all in. He spread my legs wide his fingers pressing into the flesh of my inner thighs, and he began kissing my pussy passionately, his tongue diving into me deeply, his hot wet mouth open and hungry for me. I grabbed the back of his head and pressed him down harder into my desperate cunt.

  “Derek, please…” I moaned, but I didn’t know what exactly I was begging for--only more. I simply wanted more. In response he turned me over on my stomach, my toes just barely touching the ground as I lay bent over the stack of hay. His rough hands spread my ass cheeks wide, then came down in a hard smack, his fingers grabbing my flesh hard, as he dove his tongue between my cheeks, tickling my asshole as his skilled tongue danced around the rim. It felt so good and warm and dirty, my face buried in the stack of hay, his tongue licking my most forbidden part with a hunger that made me want to give him anything he wanted. My body began to squirm and twist and I lost my balance, my feet sliding out from under me, but Derek caught me. I began unbuttoning his pants, and he stepped out of them as they fell to the ground. Pulling me close to him, my breasts smashed into his hard chest, his mouth biting my neck, one hand pulling my hair, the other pressed firmly onto my ass, I could feel his steel rod pressing between my legs, and I wanted him inside of me. I let him kn
ow by grasping his fat cock in my small hand and rubbing the tip up and down my slick opening, and he gasped in response.

  “Derek, please...please fuck me…” I said. He pulled my hair, forcing my head back. He looked into my pleading face for a moment, his longing eyes taking me in, and he kissed me deeply, his long tongue filling my mouth as he picked me up and walked me up against the barn door. With his hand he guided his cock into my opening and pressed in, pressing me into the door as I took him.

  His face was determined as he started fucking me, the door giving a little with every thrust, his eyes not leaving my face, which was twisted in pleasure. I could feel my face growing hot, could see the beads of sweat starting to form on his brow. Our bodies were slick and red with heat and sweat. He held me up with his hands on my ass, pulling me back and forth on his long, fat cock that hit me in the pit of my stomach with every thrust. My thighs were straining to hold on, but he relieved me of the pressure by setting me down and turning me around. I bent over and placed my hands on the door so he could enter me from behind.