HUNTER
Song- Drip Off,Austin Giorgio
She bites her lip but doesn’t move. Just looks at me with that hunger in her eyes that matches my own. I can’t get enough of my wife. In every possible way.
She throws me off guard when she pushes against my chest, hard enough to back me into the wood of the stable wall.
“Do you want something, sweetheart?” I drawl, looking down at her.
“Whatever could have given you that impression?”
She plucks my hat from my head and settles it on her own.
“We could just get you your own, cowgirl,” I tell her, nodding at my hat on her head.
That sight alone makes me hard.
She grins. “No. I like yours.”
I like that answer. I like it a lot. “What’s your plan, baby? You want me to fuck you in here? When anyone could just walk in?”
She nods, not breaking eye contact. She’s going to end up getting someone killed.
I lift her over my shoulder, and she squeals, fists drumming my back, as I walk us into the stable and set her down on the hay bales.
I shut the doors and lock them. No one gets to see my wife like that. Only me.
Grabbing a rope from the wall, I turn to her. She’s resting on her arms, straw already in her hair, looking like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had came to life in my own damn stable.
I motion for her to stand. “Up.”
She does. I can feel the anticipation buzzing off her like static.
“Clothes. Off. All of them.” My voice comes out rough. “But leave the hat on, firefly.”
My gaze catches on her cherry necklace, the one she’s kept on since our wedding day.
It’s like torture watching her strip. She rips off her boots first. Peels her jeans down those long legs, kicking them free. The little T-shirt comes last, pulled over her head, her red hair tumbling back around her shoulders.
When she unhooks her bra, she tosses it right at my head.
I catch it with one hand. “Nice aim. Now, as sexy as you look in that black thong,” I grunt, “off.”
She shimmies out of it, swinging the lace on her finger with a grin.
“Well, throw those at my head then, city girl. Give me the goods.”
She giggles and launches them right at my face. This time, I snatch and pocket them.
She stands there in the middle of my stable. Completely naked. My hat on her head. The cherry necklace at her throat. My ring on her finger. Ready for me.
“Bend over. Hands on that hay bale. Show me your pretty pussy.” I take a step closer. “Let me see how wet you are.”
She hesitates. Her eyes flick down to the rope in my hand. And then she moves. Turning her back to me, bending forward, her palms flat on the hay. That perfect ass in the air.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
She does. And fuck, I have to squeeze the rope so hard it bites into my own skin to stop myself from losing it right there. She’s glistening. So wet I can see it on the insides of her thighs.