Page 75 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

It’s irresistible, I can’t stop myself from licking her through her panties.

The action’s purely selfish, something I’ve fantasized about. I also need a second to get my shit together. I’m dizzy having everything I’ve ever wanted served to me on a silver platter.

“Connor!” she gasps, covering her face with her hands but I pull them away.

“Don’t hide from me. I want to see everything. I’m not missing a second of this.”

“Lift up.” I slip her crop top off, revealing her bare breasts. “Jesus, Delilah. You didn’t wear a bra today?”

“It was hot today,” she says shyly.

“Don’t be embarrassed, that’s so fucking hot. You walked around all day in front of the men at the ranch with your tits out?” Her smirk tells me what I need to know.

“Fuck. My good girl was naughty today,” I tease, possessiveness and arousal roaring inside me.

I knead her tits, the perfect handful, and revel in how heavy they are.

“If you only knew how bad I’ve wanted to see these tits”—kiss—“suck these nipples”—suck—“and watch them bounce while I make you scream.” Her breathy moans nearly undo me.

I shuck off my jeans, my dick barely contained by my boxer briefs.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom.” The biggest moment of my life and I’m unprepared.

“I haven’t been with anyone in years—but I’m not on birth control,” she says.

My cock throbs as an image of Delilah, round with my child, flashes before my eyes. Fuck. Why do I like that so much? I’ve never given much thought to having kids, but I’d have them with her, no question.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I’m clean, I swear. I’d never put you in danger,” I promise.

“I know you wouldn’t.” Her trust in me means everything.

“I want to feel you inside me with nothing between us. But…can you pull out before you come?” she asks.

My girl wants me to take her bare. What did I do in a past life to deserve this woman?

“Of course, baby. Whatever makes you comfortable. Besides, I’ve been dreaming of painting you with my cum,” I say, palming my dick through my underwear for some relief.

“Then do it.”

That’s it. She wants my cum? She’s going to get it.

I slide her damp thong down her legs, delectable arousal stretching from her glistening cunt to the fabric. I shed my boxer briefs and climb onto the bed between her legs, my cock bobbing between us.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” I’m weak in the knees for this girl, and she’s offering herself to me.

She smiles sweetly at my compliment but won’t meet my eyes. She’s struggled with body image her whole life, and I don’t know how to make her believe me when I tell her she’s perfect. So, I show her with my body—something I only dreamed I’d be able to do.

I drink her in, and she squirms under my focused attention. Her skin impossibly soft beneath my calloused fingertips. I take my time exploring every part of her I can reach, worshiping her body with silent praise.

When I get to her scar, her hand is there in an instant, covering her biggest insecurity. She tenses—face pinched, head turned away from me.

“Look at me,” I demand softly. She immediately complies.

“Good girl. Now listen. You are perfect. Every inch of you. Now watch,” I command. I carefully run my tongue along her scar, kissing it, stroking it gently.

“Please, stop,” she whines.

I stop immediately and sit up.