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Aiden
Abbi’s sweet plump ass freezes. My fingers are still jammed up inside her tight little glove. “Yes, I mind.” I snarl, sounding exactly as annoyed as I feel about the interruption. I recognize the guy, though. Breaker is one of the hands at old Mahoney’s ranch outside of town. “There’s plenty of open seats elsewhere,” I add, attempting to be civil.
Fact is, it pisses me off he’s even looking at Abbi. Her musky honey juice is all over me. She’s mine. I’ve never felt so profoundly possessive over anyone, but something about her smell is driving me fucking insane. As amenable as Breaker is, I’ll rip his damn head off if he comes any closer.
“Jesus. What’s gotten into you?” Breaker stands his ground as if he has a shot in hell of changing my mind.
I stay silent and stare him down. Threatening him with a glare, telling him to turn around and go back to wherever he came from.
“Fine.” Breaker huffs, getting my message loud and clear. “C’mon, sugar.” He pulls his girl closer to his side. “We’ll find our own couch.” I keep track of him until he disappears into the crowd. About time.
Abbi is all mine. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I saw her earlier at the main building when she checked in, and I helped her friend with her bags. They were all attractive, but there was something about this sweet, extra ripe, round little morsel that got my cock fired up. I’ve always had a thing for curvy women, but Abbi takes the cake with a pale olive complexion, a head full of soft dark hair, and big, brown doe eyes that just suck me in whenever she looks at me.
I nuzzle my nose into Abbi’s delectable neck, breathing in her spicy cinnamon and vanilla scent. The woman is fucking edible. I have my very own delicious cinnamon bun here. I start working her slick juice over her folds again.
“Now, where were we?” I increase the intensity of my strokes, making the circles smaller, rubbing faster and harder.
“You were just about to make me come,” she whispers breathlessly. I moan in response as she moves her lush hips against my throbbing dick. Her tangle of brown hair sways across her shoulders like a river of chocolate.
What I wouldn’t do to grab hold of it and fuck her from behind. Her round ass rakes against my hand. She’s so wet my fingers are sliding everywhere, skimming over her puckered little asshole. I could drill her every second of every day and never get tired.
Abbi’s breathing heavily. Her movements are becoming more frantic. She’s on the verge, exactly where I want her. “You’re so damn sexy, darlin’,” I say in a hoarse, guttural whisper. “Do you know how much I want to fuck you in every hole?” Her tight cunt clamps around my fingers. She begins to shake, and I don’t let up. I zero in on her clit with my thumb as her ass lifts from my lap, up and down faster and faster. “Give me that pussy juice, baby. Pour it all over me. Come for me, cinnamon bun.” She lets out a strangled groan and starts to spasm around my fingers. “That’s it, baby, give it to me.”
“Aiden.” She shudders and shakes. “Oh, Aiden.” Holding her close to me, I keep the pressure steady on her clit, feeling her ride the wave of her climax. Abbi cries out under her breath, and I don’t let go.
I’m not sure it’s possible for me to ever let go of her.
She repositions herself and turns, sweetly wrapping her delicate hands around the nape of my neck, pulling me closer to her mouth. I capture her lips in a wet, wanton kiss, filled with desperate need until she breaks away. “I have something important to tell you.”
“As do I.” I grin, bringing my right hand to my nose with a sniff. “You’re absolutely heaven, darlin’.” I suck on my index finger, relishing the taste of the honey I’ve been feeling and smelling all night. “I could die a happy man just fucking you with my fingers, but I can’t wait to taste you fully.”
“I’m kind of crazy about you too.” She blushes and bites her plump bottom lip. “But, um, you should know when I checked in today, I asked for a—” She takes a breath and starts again. “You see, they have this secret option during check-in where you can request to have company. And I don’t mean company over dinner or coffee. It’s called a—”
“Private riding lesson?”
She nods dismally. “And my guy could show up any minute.”
My guy? My cock stirs at the thought of Abbi calling me hers. All hers ... I peer into her big brown eyes and trace the lower lip she was biting with my thumb. “No one else is coming, sweetheart. I’m your guy, and I do mean yours.”
Her eyes flash with surprise and confusion. “But how did you find me? How did you know I was your match? Well, heck.” She frowns and slumps her shoulders. “I get it now. I suppose I’m only a client.”
I kiss her nose. “Don’t make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”
“But I guess you making me come is just part of your job description.”
I shake my head at the shroud of worry in her pretty eyes. “Not exactly. Let’s get out of here, and I’ll prove it.”
