Chapter Thirty-Two

Tractor Ridin’

Garrett

As soon as my mouth hits her pussy, she fists my fucking hair. I love the way she grabs it like it’s either holding her down from blasting off, or the fact that she can’t get enough of me. Either one works just fucking fine.

When I lick up her and split her, she cries out my name like a prayer, and damn, I am a lucky man that the prayer was answered.

Eating her is fucking everything. I would almost rather eat her pussy than fuck it.

I push my tongue inside, and she moans her praises as my tongue is surrounded by wet silk. Her pussy contracts around it like a velvet glove encased in platinum. Her tight, little pussy is the eighth wonder of the fucking world.

Her sexy, little, nearly bare lips contain every fucking thing I’m after. Her tiny, little nub hidden behind them waits for me to flick it with my tongue, so I do.

“Yes,” she says, hips lifting as I suck and flick my tongue up and down, and all around it. “I’m gonna...I’m...I’m...”

I flatten my tongue on it and circle, and she comes.

I reach between my legs and squeeze my cock. It fucking feels good, but not as good as feeling her hot, wet pussy grinding against my face as she cries out my damn name.

She pulls my hair hard, forcing me away from where I want to be—face down in her.

“I need you,” she says, wrapping her legs tighter around my waist.

“You got me. You fucking got me.”

In total contradiction to what she is begging for, she pushes me away. Then she slides off the bale and turns around, bending over and sticking that sexy as fuck ass of hers in the air.

“Please, Garrett,” she begs.

I grab her ass and spread her wide, looking at her cum-soaked opening, and that fucking ass I want so bad but will never take.

“Please,” she begs again.

I quickly unbuckle my belt and slide my jeans down just enough to let my cock free. I grab it and tap it hard against her pussy, then her pretty, little asshole. I look up and do it again, and she moans, throwing her head back.

“Fucking beautiful,” I say, gripping my cock and slipping the head into her tight as fuck pussy.

She reaches back. “Hand, give it to me.”

I give her my free hand as I sink slowly into her tight, hot, wet silk.

She takes my hand and places it on her ass, pushing my finger against her hole.

“Baby.” I shake my head.

“Everything bad is good with you. Please, Garrett, make it good.” Her eyes are begging me, her body becoming slicker with need, desire, want.

“Can’t do that here,” I tell her the truth.

Her eyes widen, and her jaw drops. She starts to pull away.

I grip her hips. “Fuck no, don’t you pull away.” I slam into her.

Her head falls back as she grips my shirt covering the straw. “Garrett.”

“Fucking love you, Juliana.” I slam into her again. “I’ll eat that ass if you want. Fuck that ass every damn day if you ask. Just not here.”

“Love you,” she moans. “Love you so much.”

My balls start to tighten, and I fuck her faster, harder, holding her hips tightly against me so I don’t push her belly into the straw.

Her pussy contracts around me and liquid heat surrounds my cock.

“That’s it, baby; come for me, come hard,” I groan.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she cries as she falls apart.

I slow down my thrusts, knowing that, at this pace, I won’t let her free fall in that orgasm she can have for days. The one that makes her eyes roll and her mouth drop with silent sounds of pleasure, visual but not audible. The one that makes her pussy clench my cock over and over again as she coats it with her clear, hot cum.

She looks back over her shoulder, eyes glistening, lips plump and wet. She licks them slowly and leans back.

I squat slightly so I can still fuck my girl’s cunt and hold her tightly against me as her hand finds its way up my neck to tangle in my hair.

Slow, soft, unhurried kisses are shared, and as bad as I want to come, I’m not fucking going to.

When she is totally relaxed against me, I pull out.

“You didn’t—”

“Not yet, I didn’t,” I cut her off.

I kiss her then pull her dress down. Grabbing my shirt and throwing it over my head, I then pull up my jeans, leaving them undone.

She looks down and licks her lips. “I like the way you think, but I have other plans for you.”

I grab her flip flop then bend down to hold it while she pushes her foot in it. Then I grab her by the waist and set her up on the tractor’s platform before walking over and sliding open the barn door.

Climbing up on the tractor, I slide behind her in the yellow seat and pat my knee. “Hold tight, little lady.” I wink as I start it up.

Pulling out, I’m hoping like hell I don’t see little people wanting a ride. Thankfully, I don’t.

As soon as we get out of sight and are heading down the hill, I slow down, pull my cock out, and look at Juliana. “Climb on up. Been dreaming of fucking you this way for years.”

After only a couple awkward movements, she is facing me, legs up over the arms of the seat, and rubbing my cock against her still hot as fuck pussy.

She brings one arm around my neck as she uses the other hand to line shit up just right, then she sinks down on me.

“Fuck yes. Just like that. Now ride, baby, ride that cock,” I groan into her neck.

“Mine,” she says, fisting my fucking hair.

“All yours. Forever yours.”

She rides me all the way to the house while kissing me. It’s all her show, and it’s a fucking award winner.

I turn off the tractor, and she leans back against the steering wheel, spreading her legs wider, and looks down.

“God...” She closes her eyes.

I rub my thumb across her clit, and she falls back. I catch her head just before she hits it on the hood of the John Deere.

She laughs when I pull her up.

I smile at her. “You okay?”

“Okay?” She nods. “Embarrassed?” She nods again.

“About what, baby?” I ask, kissing her neck.

“What I asked for,” she whispers like it’s fucking wrong.

I look up at her and shake my head. “Nothing between you and me is embarrassing, you got it?”

She nods.

“Climb off.”

“But, you haven’t—”

“I will,” I say, helping her off my cock.

I climb down and hold out my arms. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” she asks as she falls into my arms.

“I have a need to tend to,” I tell her, wrapping her legs around me and gripping her ass.

“The moment has...” She stops when I rub her juices from her pussy to her asshole and apply some pressure.

“Your eyes made me want to know you. Your lips made me want to stay, even if all we ever did was kiss. Your tits...fuck, baby, so hot. That ass, I’ve wanted inside it since day fucking one. Never wanted to hurt you. Never. But Juliana, I want to fuck that ass. You want to let me, I’m going as deep as you allow, hoping for balls deep.”

I push my finger in a little farther, and her eyes widen. “Tell me no, tell me not now, tell me never, I’ll listen. Change your mind in a week, a year, a decade, I’m gonna do whatever the hell you want. Tell me what you want.”

I open the door to the cabin and walk inside.

“Make it go away,” she whispers. “Make it yours—ours.”

I set her on the bed then head to the kitchen where I open the cupboard and grab the coconut oil, a spoon, and a cup.

I want to take it away, make it feel good, but I won’t tear her apart.

When I walk into the bedroom, she is sitting on the bed.

“Change your mind anytime,” I say, scooping out some of the coconut oil with my fingers and rubbing it up and down my cock. “Come here, baby.”

She moves to the end of the bed, and I pull the dress over her head as she unhooks her bra.

“So fucking beautiful, Juliana.” I kiss her, moving forward slowly so she lies back.

I look at her body laid out before me. Yellow bruises, a fucking cast, and still she looks at me like I’m going to help heal her, and I am. Whatever it fucking takes.

I kiss down her body. Hip to hip, I lick her back and forth and back down again.

She sighs and closes her eyes.

I grab my phone and hit my music, “Stripe It Down” by Luke Bryant, then toss the phone aside as I take off my pants.

I rub my cock up and down her body before pushing in nice and slow as I pull her legs up and rest them against my body. Then I reach down and scoop out more of the coconut oil for lube and rub it up and down her ass before slowly pushing a finger into her.

“Eyes open, Juliana.” My voice is deeper than expected. Her eyes open. “Feel okay?”

She looks at me like she is regretful when she answers, “Yes.”

“Good, I wanna make you feel nothing but fucking good.”

I slowly rub another finger up and down, lubing it up before pushing it slowly inside her.

I watch her eyes roll slightly, and her nipples ball up nice and tight.

“Fuck,” I groan as I move my fingers in deeper while pulling my cock out slowly. “Talk to me.”

“Full.” She arches. “So full.”

“More?” I ask, clenching my teeth, trying to hold back from just taking it.

She nods. “Uh-huh.”

I pull out and line up my cock. “Talk to me.”

“I’m good, Garrett. Just do it, please,” she begs.

I rub her clit with my palm as I fuck her pussy with my finger, slowly moving into her ass farther.

“Deep breath,” I grit out as my balls tighten up so fucking far I swear they are in my throat.

When she breathes in, I push in until I’m halfway inside her tight as fuck ass.

“Juliana...”

“Good. Feels good,” she pants.

I rock in and out slowly, never deeper than halfway, and when she starts moving with me, her eyes open.

“Good?” I ask through my teeth.

“Yes,” she moans. “Everything with you is good.”

“Gonna need to come soon,” I warn her.

“Fuck me, then. Fuck me like you want this, too. Please, Garrett.”

“I fucking want,” I assure her as I move a little faster, sinking a little deeper and listening to her breath catch before a moan, a whimper, all sounds of pleasure. All fucking good.

“Good?” I growl now.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she cries out. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna...Oh, God.”

“Fuuuuucccckkkk,” I hiss as I fuck her faster until I can’t fucking hold back anymore. “Yeeeeesssss.”

Afterward, we lay in bed, holding each other, rubbing, petting, kissing. I have never felt closer to her than right now.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Thank you,” I tell her, looking her in the eyes. “God, Juliana, thank you for giving me a second chance at life, love...at everything.”

“I feel the same,” she tells me.

“Gonna love you forever.”

Her smile, her eyes, they tell me she’s going to do the same.