My own hands are moving across his firm chest, his chiseled, muscular frame under the thick cotton of his shirt making me realize how fit and strong he really is.
Making me remember my other little secret now it’s clear that he’s a man who knows what he wants, and he’s come to collect.
“Mack, I…,” I try to tell him, but his mouth over mine again, his bulging jeans pressing into my mound cancels out my efforts at conversation.
I feel my eyes close and my entire body shivers as he unhooks my bra. Sliding it out from under my sweater as he takes my breasts in both his hands, I feel like something deep inside me is about to come loose.
And Mack’s the only man I want to help me with that, even though I’ve….
Well. I guess it wouldn’t take a genius to figure it out, but I’m not exactly experienced at this sort of thing.
But like everything else Mack sets his hand to, I can’t help but feel he’s got more than just my chest at his command.
Forcing my eyes open, I hear my shivered breath trying to tell him, one last time before I can’t say anything.
But his head’s already shaking and pressing one of his thick fingers over my lips, he starts to unbutton my jeans.
Promising me that we can talk later.
“Right now,” he says in a firm tone, yanking at my jeans while I grunt with growing need for his mouth over something else. “I need your sweet little pussy, and the only words out of your mouth I want to hear are you begging for my cock while you come for me…,” he growls.
Making me groan louder, hearing him say that is more of a turn on than I could have imagined. I forget all about my own little problem for a minute, I figure I may as well just let the man keep doing what he’s doing.
Every word to me in his deep, powerful voice, each promise he makes to have me come for him as well as claim me for his own sends fresh shockwaves of arousal right through me.
“You’re mine now, Tina. Mine!” he gasps, lifting me off my rump long enough to slip my jeans off, taking my hiking boots with them in one swift movement.
Making me gasp long and loud when I feel my naked thighs wrapping around him.
His low growls echo in my ears as he slips off my sweater too, freeing my aching breasts, which he pauses to admire.
“Mine,” he grunts again, burying his face between my breasts as I grip his thick hair with both hands.
Knowing I’m in for more than just a horseback ride this weekend.
Knowing I’m about to be given a series of lessons I’ll never forget.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mack
I thought I’d seen everything this country has.
Thought I’d seen nature in all its wonder and glory.
But seeing Tina’s curvy little body. Smooth and soft. Milky white against the dark roughness of my own hands.
Seeing that ample chest of hers heaving with anticipation. Catching the glimpse of her wet mound through her white panties.
Knowing that she’ll be mine. I feel like I’m seeing nature, as well as Tina at her finest for the first time.
Feeling her hands on me too, her fingers tight in my hair. Her mouth hot on mine again before both of us are in a frenzy to kiss, touch and feel as much of each other as we can.
I lift her from the bench, moving over to the stack of fresh bales of hay, feeling her entire body shivering against mine as I set a nearby blanket down with one hand.
She’s not shivering with cold either, and I can feel my own body, taught and tense as it is, shuddering too as I waste no time laying her down.
Running my hands up the inside of her creamy, thick thighs. Humming with disbelief that anything could be so fucking perfect.
On my knees in front of her, her calves hooking over my shoulders. I ease the thin fabric from her dripping pussy.
My thick fingers shine instantly with her arousal and send mine through the roof when I hear just how much she needs me touching her.
“Mack!” she gasps, making a tiny whimpering sound that turns to a low moan once my fingers gently stroke her perfectly pink pussy lips.
Edging them open in time with her own mouth, round but silent before she lets out a growl when I start to probe her quivering sex.
It’s slick and tight around my fingertip, and her hands grip me harder as she sucks air in through her teeth, swearing loudly and letting me know just how bad she wants it.
“Eat me, Mack,” she pleads, tossing her head from side to side. Her hair flowing out from her like a wild mane. Matching the color of the hay that catches in it.