Truth is, once my mind’s made up, there really isn’t much she can say or do about the situation. But I’ma play the gentleman at least for the next coupla days.
“Give me a minute to get changed.” I looked down at the jeans and tee she wore with her sneakers and shook my head. “You’re fine just as you are.” She was the perfect accompaniment to my own jeans and tee with shit kickers.
Aunt Charlie was stirring something on the stove while pies and cobbler cooled on the counter. “You two back so soon?” She sounded almost disappointed.
“I’m stealing your girl for the rest of the afternoon. We’re gonna go grab something to eat.” I tacked on the last quickly at the raised brow look she threw me. She nodded her head and closed the lid on the pot.
“You two kids have fun and Logan, don’t you go speeding with my grandbaby in that death rap of yours.”
“How do you know about the monster?”
“Your grandma who else? Now get outta here.”
We both kissed one of her withered cheeks and I let go of Belle long enough for her to say a quick goodbye before leading her out the door.
She balked at the step-up on my truck and squeaked when I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her off her feet.
“Calm down beautiful I’m just gonna help you in.” She blushed at being called beautiful and I wondered if the asshole was one of those small dick fucks who couldn’t appreciate a real woman’s curves.
His fucking loss. My dick was already drooling and we hadn’t even so much as sniffed the pussy yet. No worries though, I already knew her pussy was gonna smell like warm cinnamon apple pie and taste like that shit alamode.
Damn, get your mind off her snatch Logan or you won’t make it out the damn driveway. I realized I was just standing there holding her suspended in my arms and when I looked into her eyes, I barely restrained myself from kissing those pouty lips.
Fuck waiting, I’m giving her three days max before I put her under me. It might take some doing but I’m more than up for the challenge. Fuck if I’ma let her past muddy my waters.
And the way her nipples hardened under my gaze and how the pulse in her neck took off, I’m convinced that with the right moves I’d reach my goal. First I have to work on her mind though.
My eyes were glued to her tits as I helped her into the truck. I didn’t do anything as crass as let my hands brush against her flesh when I pulled the seatbelt around her and buckled her in though.
She was acting like I’d ran my hand through her legs the way her breath sped up and she clenched those shits tight together. Then I smelt her; hot pussy.
My eyes flew up to hers and she looked mortified. I’d been so busy thinking about my attraction to her that I didn’t give much thought to her feelings towards me.
It was obvious from the way she looked hurriedly away from me that she liked what she saw. I’m not sure if it was my face, which I knew was more than just handsome.
Or my muscular chest and arms that showed beneath my tee. Then again it could be the tats that peeped out around my biceps, women love that shit.
There was no hiding that hungry look in her eyes though, and I leaned in, testing the waters to see if she’d pull back. She didn’t and one of my hands rested on her hip as I leaned in and touched her lips with mine.
Look, I tried! I really did try to be a gentleman, but who the fuck told her to look at me like that? She didn’t push me away but I didn’t want to push shit too soon.
I savored the taste of her cherry flavored lips before pulling my tongue from her mouth and running it along the bottom one-one last time.
Logan
I had the biggest fucking grin on my face as I walked around the truck to the driver’s side. That one kiss had told me a lot. She might’ve been married, but my baby is green as fuck.
To be fair she’s only about twenty-five to my thirty-two and from her words, have nowhere near the same experience as me. But you’d think the asshole could’ve at least taught her how to kiss.
On the other hand I like knowing that she wasn’t as experienced as all that. If she was that innocent with her kisses who knows what there was still left to teach her about fucking.
That works for me. She may have been his once but at least I’d know that she wouldn’t be making comparisons between us in her head. I already had him beat because I at least knew what a fucking dream she was.
The fact that he’d let her go told me all I needed to know about his dumb ass. No doubt he never knew how to handle all that she has to offer. Some men are built that way.
With that tight round ass I took a guess that my baby had one of those deep well pussies that took at least eight or nine inches to hit bottom. My eleven and a half should do the job and then some.
That smile was damn near splitting my face when I climbed into my seat next to her. “You good?” She was still looking a little bit dazed from the kiss and I waited for her nod to start up the monster and pull out.
I knew I was in trouble when I realized I didn’t know what to say to her. I’ve never dealt with a divorcee before, and understood that she came with a whole lotta baggage from the little bit of conversation we’d had thus far.
I was walking a minefield in my mind, what was a good place to start? What would she not find offensive? What are her delicate spots? Shit like that. As I drove I decided fuck it, I’ma be me. Fuck if I’m gonna play by the rules in some other dick’s playbook, fuck that.
With my mind set, I reached across the console for her hand and placed it on my thigh beneath mine after kissing her fingers. I knew I was breaking all the rules in this dating game, but who has time for that shit?
We turned more than a few heads when we walked into the only diner slash feed store in town. Most of them seemed to recognize me but no one knew her until I introduced her.
I’d learned down by the water that she was indeed the diplomat’s daughter and had only been here a few times in her youth. Strangely enough each time was around the time my mama had packed me off to summer camp to get me out of her hair.
It was cute to think that had we met way back then we just might’ve been childhood sweethearts who grew up and got married and settled down here. But you know what they say, better late than never.
We seated ourselves and I grabbed my menu while she looked around. The waitress came over with our water and asked if we were ready. I didn’t quite understand the look Belle gave me but I got it when she played the salad card. That motherfucker.
I didn’t want to embarrass her so I left it alone for now. But I watched her eyes when the waitress placed my cheeseburger and fries in front of me.
She picked at her lettuce and tomatoes while I dug in over our conversation about our time at college and what we’d done with our lives since then.
She gave me a surprised look when I put half my burger on her plate and her cheeks grew flush when she picked it up and took a bite. Pure pleasure was written all over her face.
“Can I ask you a question? Why didn’t you order a burger when it’s so obvious that you like them?” She looked down at her plate and played with her food.
Her first answer was a shrug, but since I don’t speak that language I pushed. “Don’t you think I need to lose weight?” I had to give that shit some thought.
“You’re a college grad right? Why in the blue hell would I run you down in a parking lot and give you my number if I didn’t like what I saw?” Now it was her turn to give it a think.
“Some people pretend to like what they see only to try to change it with time.” There was something in her eyes when she looked at me that told me there was more to this particular story.
“The ex?” She didn’t answer but she didn’t need to. I’m not sure how much tolerance I’m gonna have for that shit. I’m thinking one hard fuck ought to do that shit. Knock his ass right outta her head.
I steered clear of anything having to do with him and her together and stuck to what it was that sh
e wanted to do now. She was a trained interpreter but there isn’t much use for that around these parts.
I wasn’t worried though, I have more than enough money to support her. Not that she was broke, from what little I gathered she had an inheritance from her paternal grandfather and she’d done okay in the divorce. Her thing was being bored.
“How are you with animals?” I’d come back home to take over the family ranch. Dad was getting up there in age and he and mom wanted to travel the world for a while. As their only son I was given the choice of taking over or letting them sell. But since the place has been in my family for so long, there was no way I could let that happen.
“It’s been a while since I’ve spent any real time around them, but I always had horses when I was younger. Why?” I was caught up watching her enjoy her burger.
I don’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier than the way she dug into that shit with relish. Shit made my dick hard. I guess I’ve developed a food fetish now. Either that or it has been way too long since I fucked.
“I came back home to take over the family ranch. Not much need for an interpreter around there but I’m sure we can find something for you to do to keep you busy.”
“That sounds like fun. Grandma was worried that I’d get bored and run back home.” She and me both. “Why don’t I take you out to the ranch when we’re done here so you can have a look around?”
“Okay!” I noticed that she got more and more excited the more relaxed she became. Those
little smiles came more often and I doubt she even noticed when I put a handful of fries on her plate, or that she’d eaten half of them before she realized it.
I purposely ordered a slice of cake for dessert with two forks, just in case she didn’t get the message that I loved all her curves. What better way to show her than by feeding her whatever the fuck she wants.
By the time I paid up and took her hand to walk out of there she was like a whole new person. I’m not saying she was ready to fuck, but she was no longer tense and there was a new sparkle in her eye.
I know I had her grandmother to thank for melting the ice before I even went to pick her up. The old woman had sung my praises apparently and you can’t ask for a better recommendation if you ask me.
Maybe that’s why by the time we made it out to the ranch she was acting more like someone who was interested than a shy little lamb who had to be wary of the big bad wolf.
Her eyes lit up when she saw the corral with the horses running around and she went right over as soon as I let her down out the truck. “You wanna go for a ride?”
“Can I?” She looked about as excited as a kid on Xmas morning.
“Sure you can. Let me choose a tame mare for you though, these ones here are still being trained.” Of course she fell in love with my favorite filly, who came over to play. But she wasn’t broken in yet.
That got me to thinking about breaking her in in my bed and my mind was off to the races again. I’d say I made good progress this afternoon but I knew she was nowhere near ready to fuck.
That’s a twisted quirk of nature, or maybe it’s society. I knew within seconds that I wanted to get balls deep inside her, meanwhile it’s gonna take her a little longer. Not too long though, because I’m not down with that shit.
I saddled up the calmest mare in the stables for her and chose my prize stallion for myself. I hadn’t had much opportunities to ride out in L.A. but since I came back I’ve damn near moved into the saddle.
The shit comes naturally to me and I saw after helping her mount up that it was much the same with her. We rode out to the back forty, away from the house and stables and the working men.
There was nothing but grass and trees, and wild flowers blooming along the five acre manmade lake my great granddaddy had built almost sixty something years ago.
I kept us to a nice slow pace until she let me know that she was comfortable enough to take that shit up a notch.
I let her canter ahead of me, keeping an eye on her just in case, but my eyes kept falling on her ass and the way it plumped up in the saddle. Bubble butt. I can see that shit jiggling while I hit her pussy from behind. Good damn!
It’ll be a miracle if her pussy stays off my dick for more than a week. At the rate I was going I’m gonna have to rub one out before I go to bed tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve needed to do that shit for relief.
“Let’s stop here.” We’d been riding for more than half an hour and ever mindful of her comfort I was aware that it can get pretty damn uncomfortable your first time back in the saddle.
I helped her down and let my hands stay around her waist a little longer than was necessary. This time when I lowered my head and kissed her I didn’t rush.
I took my time and tasted her lips with my tongue, listening to her breathing, letting that be my guide. As much as I want her, I would never rush her into anything she wasn’t ready for.
When she trembled beneath my hand that was my go ahead to deepen the kiss and I drew her into my arms and fed on her tongue while moaning into her sweet mouth.
I know she felt my cock growing against her soft stomach, and when she didn’t shy away, I pushed her tongue from my mouth and fed her mine. Fireworks went off behind my closed lids.
She’s a hungry little thing. What she lacked in experience she more than made up for with enthusiasm. And those sounds; damn!
“Like this baby.” I held her head in my hands and showed her how to suck my tongue the way I like. I did a little teasing, fucking my tongue in and out of her mouth the way I imagined fucking her fat cunt with my cock.
As I licked inside her mouth I imagined her plump pussy lips closing around the fat head of my cock and almost came in my jeans. I want you naked. I thought the words but did not say them out loud.
I let my hands play along her back but avoided her ass for now. I want to feel that shit bare beneath my rough hands. Want nothing between my palms and her soft flesh.
When we both needed air I pulled back and looked down at her with her head still clasped in my hands. Her eyes were glazed over, lips red and puffy and her hair mussed by my fingers.
I let my eyes travel down to her tits and the hard nipples that were busting through her bra. My mouth watered and I licked my dry lips. “Let’s go back.”
Belle
What am I doing? How had I let myself get talked into this? When I woke up this morning I could’ve never have imagined the day going like this.
I’d awakened for the thousandth time in the last few months with tears on my pillow and a knot in my stomach. Not to mention the gaping hole where my heart used to be.
My head was spinning when he helped me back into the saddle and I was almost embarrassed to look at him now after what I’d let him do to me.
It was nothing more than a kiss, but for someone who’d never been kissed like that before, not even by my own husband, it was as hot as anything I’d ever experienced.
He’d taken me from zero to eighty in the blink of an eye and I’m afraid if he tries anything else I may not have the wherewithal to stop him.
That’s what scares me most of all. The fact that I didn’t want him to stop. I’ve never been promiscuous, have only had one sexual partner in my life and even Troy had had to work hard for it. I’d waited until marriage in fact. But look where that had got me. Divorced at twenty-five.
“What’re you thinking about?” His voice coming from my side brought me back from my thoughts. If it were anyone else I would’ve shrugged off the question. But I’d learned enough already to know that wouldn’t work with him.
“I was just thinking about how long it had taken me to go this far with Troy, my ex.” My face was ablaze as I said the words and the way he clenched his jaw and stared straight ahead I figured he wasn’t too pleased with my answer.
“Can we agree to leave him out of it when we’re together? I understand that it might take some time, but can you at least try to do that for me?” He cantered ahead of me
and there was no doubt that he was angry.
Well excuse me! I’m sure he has a past. And what does he expect? It’s not like I can erase the past, pretend like it didn’t happen. I came up short when I realized I didn’t like him being mad at me. How can that be? I’d promised myself never to let another man make me feel anything, and here I am, just hours after we met, letting him make me feel.
Grandma had had a lot to say when I asked her about him earlier. It was her words of encouragement more than anything else that had made up my mind for me.
But even though I’d accepted the lunch date, I never had any intentions on letting things go this far, especially not this soon. I’m just not built that way.
There was a part of me that wished I could let my hair down and go wild, but I know deep down that that just isn’t me. Though I have to admit that he makes it very tempting.
I can’t decide what I like more about him. His smoldering silver grey eyes, the way his dark rakish hair falls across his forehead, or those sexy tattoos that keep teasing me from beneath the short sleeves of his tee shirt.
I’m not into the muscle bound tattooed type. My ex was a clean cut preppie businessman. But again he hadn’t done me any favors and it’s a fact that he never made my heart race this way with just a kiss.
I sped up to meet him and had to bite back the words of apology. I hadn’t done anything but tell the truth. If he can’t handle it then he shouldn’t have asked.
Still I found myself saying the words after he helped me down back at the stables. “I’m sorry.” I expected him to acknowledge me or say something like it’s okay, but I wasn’t prepared for what he did say.
“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. I asked. I guess it’s gonna take some time for me to get used to the fact that you were with someone else. Not your problem, I’ll deal with it.”
When he says things like that it only makes me more confused. He’s nothing at all like I expect. Instead of rough and unruly, he seems to have a moral code rarely found in men, at least the ones I knew.
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