Blown Away

“You’re never gonna catch me, Ace McAllister.” Giggling, she ran across the field and into the barn.

Ace was right on her heels. She grinned as she heard his footsteps, then his deep base laughter. “Now you’ve gone and done it. You’re trapped. Where are you gonna go in here? Mustang? Where are you, you little filly?”

She clamped her hand over her mouth as she laid hiding in a mound of straw. As his boots got closer, she kept still, still peeking out of a small hole. Once he was right on it, she was ready to spring her trap and grab his ankles. Instead he fell on top of her, hunting through the straw and grabbing her waist. He hauled her on top of his body. Heat burned through her clothes as if they weren’t even there.

Ace’s eyes turned deep midnight blue as he stared into hers. “You’re never gonna hide from me, sweetheart. I’ll always find you and kiss you ‘til you can’t breathe.”

“Oh, I want you to do more than that,” she told him, noting her voice sounded deeper, not at all hiding the desire she felt.

He unsnapped her western-style shirt in one fell swoop. She wriggled out of it gladly, then unhooked her bra and discarded it on the floor beside them. Ace’s hands molded onto her breasts, rubbing them gently and then concentrating on the nipples. She arched against him as small sparks of fire rose inside her. These days even bare nipples rubbing across her cotton shirt caused them to bud into small nubs. Under his expert exploration, they throbbed in need to be sucked.

As if on cue, he leaned up and took a nipple in his mouth, licking around it and then teasing it with small nibbles.

She groaned. “Oh, Lord, Ace. I’m wet in between my legs. Soaking wet.”
He didn’t answer, actions speaking louder than words, as he rolled her over so he lay on top. Placing his legs on either side of her, he unzipped her jeans and reached inside, cupping her, then inserting his finger inside and flicking across her clit. He grinned. “Damned if you aren’t.”

She shivered.

“Pull down your jeans, filly.” His voice was full of need. “I need to tame you.”

She gasped. “We’re out here in plain sight if any of the hands come in here.”

He laughed. “You didn’t care when I was sucking on your tits.”
She wriggled them down to the bottom of her boots. “Hurry, Ace. I want you in me, but I don’t wanna get caught.”

He shook his head as he unzipped his fly. “Still care about what other people think. I gotta make you stop thinking.” He pulled his own jeans down. No shorts today, for his cock sprang up engorged and ready, fully at attention.

“Oh my!”

He winked. “It’s ready for you.”

“My pussy’s ready for him, too.” She jutted her pelvis upward, lifting her ass from the hay.

He needed no further invitation as he fit the tip of his penis into her, playing with her by dipping only into the opening and rubbing against her clit.

She stared down as he did it, turned on by seeing him enter her, if only a fraction. “Oh, Geeze, Ace. Don’t toy with me. My body’s trembling like a three-alarm fire.” Her legs shook with the need to grab his cock with her muscles, milk it inside her, feel it grow thicker as her body wracked in ecstasy with convulsions.

“Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me to grind into you, pump you over and over ‘til your legs wobble like a new foal. Then let me fill you full of cum, cover you in my fluid as our scents mingle. Let me lick you afterwards and start it all over again.”

“I want your cock, asshole. I want you to bury it into me full hilt, ride me like a wild thing and scream out my name. I’ll wobble for you, honey. I’ll pour my juices over you. Now, Ace. I can’t stand it anymore.”

He sank into her and she clutched him inside her vagina, holding on as she did what he’d asked. Like a bucking stallion, he gave her the ride of her life as her breath, now ragged, escaped in gulps. Her body burned with passion.

Staring down at her, Ace made eye contact the whole time. As they climaxed together, he fell on top of her, rubbing round her nipple as he laid there. “You blow me away Mustang. You always will.”