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 she 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.”