I lapped that shit up like I was dying of thirst and went back for more. The yip became a moan and I was still searching. Her pussy smelled like a pussy should.

None of that commercial store bought shit that some women like to use to camouflage, but a nice natural scent that spoke to the alpha male in me. The kind of scent that makes a man want to mount his mate and fuck his seed in her.

I buried my face in her cunt and got down to business. I needed to do this shit right, because even though I wasn’t planning to fuck today, I wanted her ass hooked by the time I take her home tonight.

Once her pussy dribbled down my chin and those noises she made rivaled the ones from the screen, I knew she was with me. Time to up the game.

I wet two fingers in my mouth and eased them into her nice and slow, crooking them forward at an angle. I went in search of her sweet spot. I found it at about the same time I closed my lips around her clit. She went fucking crazy.

“There it is.” Her yips became full blown wails and she rode my hand like a fuck beast. Hard to reconcile the bellowing hyena with the reserved demure girl who was just sitting next to me in the truck.

That’s just how I want her to be though. A lady in the streets and a dirty little slut in the sheets. Fuck yes this is the shit. Her pussy juiced like a busted water main and I was loving it.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit, you gotta stop…ooh daddy.” She stopped short at her own words and I kept eating and finger fucking. Once she realized that it was all good she let herself go.

That daddy shit went straight to my cock. I don’t know what it is about a woman calling me that shit that gets me, but I’ve always been into it and it don’t have shit to do with liking little girls no matter what some brain dead dry fuck might say.

I used my free hand to release my cock before I cut off my circulation and stroked my shit hard. I had to remind myself that we weren’t going to fuck, but it was hard. She was pushing all the right buttons.

I ate her out to another orgasm and slid my fingers out of her. Getting to my feet I leaned over her and fed her my fingers, letting her taste herself.

If she could see how she looked, wanton, open, ready for anything. That thought gave me an idea, but that was for next time. “You look so fucking hot baby.”

“Don’t get scared, I’m not gonna fuck you, but I want to feel you against me.” I dropped the heavy weight of my cock along her pussy and took her lips before she could object.

I had to do some twisting and turning to reach her tits while I clit fucked her, but once I got it right it was on. I fucked my cock up and down her slit, hitting her clit with each stroke.

Her pussy covered me in fuck snot while I chewed on her nipple and she dug her nails into my scalp. “Please…”

“Daddy’s not gonna fuck you today, you’re not ready.” You see right there, that’s to teach her that she can trust her man. If I say we’re not gonna fuck, then I’ma keep my word. It’s not for me but for her. If it was up to me I’d have fucked her ten minutes after we met.

I left her tit and went after her mouth. Now I let my cock-head sit at the opening to her cunt with just half the tip inside her. That’s called control.

When her thighs began to shake and her pussy crowned my cock with warm nectar, I left her mouth and made my way back down between her thighs.

What a beautiful fucking sight. “I can’t wait to stretch this tight little pussy.” I smacked her pussy lips hard with the flat of my fingers before giving her my mouth.

I had to squeeze off my cock more than once because like I said, I want my first shot to go inside her. It was painful as fuck but I did it. I took care of her, eating her pussy to multiple orgasms until she pushed my head away. I dropped back in the chair winded and horny as fuck.

She laid where I left her with her hand over her eyes. “You can’t hide forever, go get cleaned up baby.” I helped her sit up, forgetting that my dick was still loose.

Her eyes landed on that shit and I saw raw panic. “Oh shit Lo…what…” She lost all her senses it seemed like. “Give me your hand.” I took her hand and led it to the heat of my cock.

“You see, just flesh and blood, this will never hurt you. Once I stretch that tight pussy of yours a couple times it’ll be smooth sailing.” She looked like she didn’t believe me, and she shouldn’t.

It’s a fact that her pussy’s gonna take a beating, but I’ll make sure she enjoys every minute of it, even the pain. I kissed her to take her mind off her fear and sent her off to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

I forced my cock back into my shorts and jeans but couldn’t zip up. By the time her shy ass came back I had myself under control. “I gotta get back to work baby.”

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her long and hard while palming her tit and rubbing my finger over her hard nipple. “You feel good in my arms baby, like you belong. I’ll see you later.” One last kiss to the tip of her nose and I was gone.

Outside the world came back into focus and the enormity of what we’d just shared hit me. It’s been so long since I tangled with a nice girl that I’d lost track of the dos and don’ts.

But nothing about what we just did felt wrong to me so I was hoping she wouldn’t beat herself up too much about it. And if she did, I’ll just have to eat her pussy again to remind her of why that shit wasn’t wrong.

I sat in silence for the first five minutes after he left. I wasn’t sure what to feel or even what I was feeling, I’d gone numb. Part of me was excited and the other part mortified.

I’ve never acted that way before in my life, I wasn’t raised that way. It’s always been my belief that a good girl should be wined and dined for at least three months or more before things progressed to anything more than a goodnight kiss at the door after a nice date.

I think it’s fair to say that I’d bypassed a whole lot of that in one afternoon. But how do I feel? Not what I’m supposed to feel, or what I was taught to feel, but what do I really feel?

The only answer was that I felt alive in a way that I never have before. My marriage had been more an arrangement of convenience than a love match. Troy comes from a very prominent family as do I, and that’s what we do.

In the end he’d fallen for Samantha because she was more his type I guess. Blonde, svelte. A size two to my fourteen. The thing is, I was this size when he asked me to marry him.

Which I learned later in the heat of one of our many arguments he’d only done to please his parents. That, was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

After two years of being lonely in my own marriage and trying everything I could to make it work. After feeling inadequate because I could never seem to lose the weight he wanted me to, he’d thrown that in my face.

I’d packed up and left the apartment that same day. Bad enough I’d hung around after learning about the affair with one of my closest friends. Stupid me; I thought that was the thing to do, to fight for your marriage.

I know now that I was just trying to save face. That my wanting to stay in the marriage was more for appearances sake than anything else. I’d already lived with the put downs because of my weight and the cold shoulder in the bedroom anytime I even hinted at doing something fun.

Now here was a man who was up for it all. Someone who didn’t make me feel like pond scum for having a fun side, for wanting to experiment with my sexuality.

I guess that answers the question. The only one standing in my way is me. If I could remember that when we’re together and not just when I’m alone with my thoughts, that’d be good.

I looked around and out the window where I could see part of the fields beyond. There were men off in the distance and I didn’t hear anyone near the house.

Still I was a little apprehensive when I went into history to find the site he’d had playing in the background while he blew my mind. I wonder how he knew that sexy sounds are a big turn on for me?

As the video came on screen I felt my face flush and a sweet tingle between my thighs. It was a role play skit I guess you’d call it. It was also the first time I’ve been brave enough to watch one of these things.

I watched about ten minutes before I got twitchy and had to turn it off and get back to work. I didn’t get much done because my mind kept flashing back to the things he’d done and said to me.

By the time he came back a few hours later I’d pulled myself together enough to get a little bit more done. He didn’t even ask, didn’t scold me for not doing more.

“You hungry baby? You wanna run into town for dinner or should we throw something together here?” My heart was already thumping at the sight of him and now the thought of spending the next few hours alone with him here got my juices flowing again.

“If you don’t mind, can we make something here?”

“Sure, I hope you like steak because that’s about all I have in the freezer. Why don’t I go defrost a couple in the microwave before I get cleaned up?”

He didn’t come into the room but stood in the doorway as he spoke. When he turned and walked away I started to doubt myself again. Do I turn him off now?

Should I not have let him do all those things to me so soon? Not have shared my innermost secrets? Why am I so stupid? When will I learn? As if hearing my thoughts he was back in the doorway seconds later.

This time he didn’t say anything, just stood in the doorway watching me as I fought hard not to cry. “Did something happen?” Now he walked into the room. I was too choked up to speak so I just shook my head no.

He stopped in front of me and with his hand under my chin, lifted my eyes to his. ‘Then what is that look on your face?” I tried shaking my head out of his grasp but he just squeezed his fingers tighter.

‘Talk to me. Look me in the eye and tell me what’s on your mind.” I felt the first tear leave the corner of my eye and wished I could be anywhere but here. How could I tell him what I was thinking? The look in his eyes told me I didn’t have a choice.

“You didn’t say hi when you came in, you didn’t kiss me. I thought…”

“You thought what Belle?”

“That you were ashamed of me, of the way I acted before.” My voice had gone whisper soft and I shifted my gaze from his.

“I didn’t come near you because I stink of horse and cattle. Look at me!” He leaned in and turned my face up to his.

“Don’t ever think I don’t want you, there’s nothing that could make that happen. Feel this.” He took my hand and placed it on his cock. I can’t believe that this was the first time in my adult life that I’d called a man’s member a cock. I felt so naughty.

“You see how hard that is? It stays that way all day ever since I saw your ass walking across the parking lot. Now let me go take care of what I have to and I’ll take care of you later.”

Instead of walking away immediately he gave me the kiss I didn’t know I was dying for. I was hot and breathless by the time he pulled away. “Why don’t I get the steaks started while you shower?”

“Sounds good!” He drew me in for one last kiss before leaving. I walked into the kitchen humming, feeling more at home there than I ever had in the apartment I’d shared with my husband.