A sense of manly pride unabashedly passed through me, if I thought it appropriate I would be beating my chest and roaring like the man of the jungle. Knowing it was me beneath her, my tongue in her mouth, and my dick giving her pleasure even if our jeans separated us.
“Oh, you will be changing them baby, trust me,” I promised with a deep grunt when her hips gyrated back and forth over my zipper. I was in real danger of coming in my jeans, but I gritted my teeth against the heavenly pain my dick was happily enduring.
“Find it Blake, do whatever you need to do to come for me, baby,” I urged her at the same time my hands slipped under her work shirt and found her plump breasts encased in lace. The discovery was not surprising, Blake might wear dusty jeans and boots every day, but her washing line behind her house displayed sexy lingerie on wash day. Many lustful thoughts raced through my mind whenever I passed by, seeing my cowgirl liked to indulge in girlie panties and bras. They were just more spank bank material for my evening shower, and now I was going to be able to see them on her anytime I wanted.
Stroking my thumbs over the lacy material, her nipples already hard and straining against the material. Damn, I wanted to lift up her shirt and take her nipples in my mouth and suck on the tight peaks until she was screaming my name.
“Drixx.” My name left Blake’s lips on a loud moan, her hips bucked on my rock hard crotch like a professional bull rider. And then my mind diverted to a month ago, when I came back from Waterford and caught Blake on the back of an angry bucking bull, my own brother standing on the fence slats of the arena ring yahooing and yelling out encouragement to her. That day Fenixx rediscovered how my fist felt in his face.
“Oh god, oh god, oh Hendrixx,” Blake screamed in my ear, bringing my focus back to my girl.
“That’s it baby, grind that pussy down on me, let that cream soak your panties,” I demanded, holding her down harder and firmer on me, her face fell into my neck, her teeth sinking into the tendon on my shoulder muffling her scream, her orgasm hitting her so hard she probably didn’t even compute that she was biting me. Not that I gave a shit, she could do whatever she wanted to me, and I would still be turned on. The pain also helped me not come in my jeans like a teenage boy, but fuck it was a close call. The throbbing muscle was not happy, he missed out on coming, but there was plenty of time for his turn, over and over and over again.
What was more important was Blake got to, and I got to witness her first orgasm delivered by me. The way fate intended.
“Hendrixx, I bit you,” Blake moaned into my neck, her mouth open over the area where her mark would be, hopefully for days.
“You did indeed, sweetheart,” I agreed, cuddling her lax body against my chest. My dick was still hard, and even after being bitten, he was more than willing to blow.
“I came too,” she said unnecessarily, I was well aware of that fact, the smell of her arousal filled the small space of the cab filling my nostrils to the point of temptation.
“Yep, that you did, and it was the most spectacular thing I have ever had the pleasure of being a part of,” I told her honestly, my hands lazily running through her long, thick hair.
Blake pushed back on my chest until her face was level with mine, her plump bottom lips swollen even more from my kisses.
“But, you didn’t.” Her voice, soft and unsure.
“I don’t care baby, you just gave me pleasure seeing you fall apart,” I whispered, nipping at her lips, “and you will be giving me something else before we go back and help Eddy.” I deepened the kiss, not quite savagely but pretty bloody close to it. We sat there kissing and exploring this new beginning, neither of us in a hurry to get moving.
“Mmmm,” Blake mumbled lazily. Fuck her sexy noises were going to do me in before I even got inside her. Her hands moved over and up my arms, her fingertips tickling a path as they travelled over my skin. I was happy as fuck Blake was a toucher, having her hands on me was a dream come true.
“What do you mean giving you? What do you want?” she asked, leaning in for another kiss.
“I want those cream-soaked panties, so that I can carry them around in my pocket. When shit goes sideways, or I am having a bad day, I want to be able to bring them to my nose and smell you … what I made you do,” I told her, my face so close to hers I could see the haze of arousal flitter across her hazel eyes.
“Oh, my word,” she replied breathily, but I was happy to see she didn’t disagree.
Very fucking happy.
BLAKE
“Blakey Izzie, get that little, white face away from his mama, put him in the nursery pen,” Fenixx shouted out to me from the other side of the holding pen.
Giving him the thumbs up and a roll of my eyes at the stupid nickname he gave me when I was five, I urged Princess into a trot and moved over to the mother and her calf, grabbing the rope
