Page 33 of Fairground (Whitewood Creek Farm #3)

After disposing of the condom and checking in with Rae, I settle back in behind her on the floor of the facility, wrapping my arms around her naked form and holding her tightly against my chest.

"Aren't there security cameras in here?" she asks in a sleepy, blissed out voice.

I snort. "Yeah, there are, but I'm the one who watches the tapes."

She tilts her head up to look at me with a small smile. "You're going to keep today's footage, aren't you?"

"Not if you don’t want me to.”

She rolls her bottom lip under her teeth then shakes her head. "No. You can keep it."

I smile because that’s another sign that she’s starting to trust me. “How are you feeling now?”

“Good. Really good,” she whispers softly.

“That’s good, baby. So, tell me, what’s your real reason for running for mayor of Whitewood Creek? You seemed like you hated this town when you first got here.”

Rae sighs, her soft body melting back into my chest, completely at ease now. I can’t stop myself from noticing how perfectly she fits here, like she was made to belong in my arms. And hell, I’m starting to think she was.

I don’t do post-coital cuddling. Never been my thing.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some asshole who ignores aftercare.

I’ll clean a woman up, maybe even go for round two.

But this? This quiet, intimate moment surrounded by my chickens with Rae?

It feels different . Feels like something worth lingering in.

Her tough walls have finally dropped, and for the first time, I’m seeing the softer, more vulnerable side of her.

I knew from the moment I brought her here she’d be the first for this and it has me wanting more.

Maybe I can coax her out of that little hermit shell of hers and keep her right here, where she belongs in my arms. Because I’ve never been afraid to admit when I’ve changed my mind. And I think I’ve changed my mind about everything when it comes to her.

I’d never wanted to settle down before Rae walked into my life. And now? Now I’m curious to know what her plan is because she’s become mine in my mind, and I see myself settling nicely right here with her.

“Yes, I didn’t love living here at first,” she admits, her voice soft.

“I lost my job in Charlotte after working in politics for years. It was… devastating to lose it. I loved my boss, loved the work and loved the city. But my sister needed my help more than I needed to wallow in disappointment, so I took this move as an opportunity to lick my wounds, help her out, and figure out my next step before moving back.”

Her words hang in the air as my fingers trail lazily up and down the smooth skin of her arm.

I watch as goosebumps rise under my touch, her body softening with each pass of my hands.

She’s bare and warm, and while the air might be chilly, I’m not ready to dress her because I’m not done pleasing her body yet.

“Mhm…” I murmur, letting her words settle.

“The mayor position came as a suggestion from Lydia,” she continues. “She thought it’d be a good way to pass the time.”

“And what do you think so far? Has it helped with passing the time?”

She hesitates, then shrugs lightly. “I mean, it’s mostly a figurehead role, but it’s kept me distracted.”

I chuckle low in my throat, my fingers dipping lower, skimming just below her navel.

Her stomach hollows out at the touch, and I don’t miss the way her breathing pattern changes when I brush over that sensitive spot.

I keep my hand there, teasing her, not yet giving her what she knows I will.

She shifts her hips slightly like she’s trying to get me to move lower.

“I’ve been keeping you distracted,” I murmur, a knowing grin tugging at my lips.

“That too,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed as she tilts her head back against my neck. I like this view of her pretty face and the angle I get of her body. I reach around and palm both of her breasts in my hands, squeezing the full weight of them.

“I’m glad you’re liking the town. It means a lot to me.” My voice softens as I speak. “My family’s lived here for generations. I get that coming from a big city to a small town is a shock, but give it time. I think it’ll grow on you.”

“Maybe…” she murmurs, her tone distant, like she’s caught somewhere between skepticism and hope.

I cup her face, tilting her chin up to me.

Her lips part as I press mine gently against hers, savoring the softness of her mouth.

Her lips feel like velvet, like she exfoliates them just for moments like this.

They remind me of her pussy—soft, warm, inviting—and just that thought has me aching to be back inside of her heat.

And when I am this next time, I’m going to make sure she feels just how serious I am about her.

How this doesn’t feel like there’s a time limit for me.

“I’ve got something to show you.” I pull back from her kiss and stand up with a smile, leaving her sprawled on the floor naked. I’m still half-dressed, shirt on top, nothing below, and she giggles, her gaze following me.

“You look ridiculous.”

I wave my cock lazily, hard as steel, letting it sway like a flag in the breeze. Her eyes drop to it, and I smirk.

"You look like Winnie the Pooh," she says pointing at me.

"Hey, I take offense to that, Eey-ore."

She rolls her eyes, but a smile tugs at the corner of her lips as I continue to shake my hips back and forth.

“It should be illegal to have a face that handsome and a cock that big.”

I laugh. “Stay right there. Don’t move.”

I jog down the hallway, out into the main area of the warehouse, and into the office where the mini fridge sits tucked away.

I grab what I need, hurrying back to find her exactly as I left her—propped up on her elbows, bare pussy on display, watching the hens sleep through the wall of windows like they’re the most peaceful sight in the world.

Her face softens as she watches them in awe and my heart squeezes.

I’m glad she likes them. Chickens aren’t for everyone. They’re smelly little dinosaurs with sharp-ass beaks that’ll catch you if you’re not careful. But outright hating them? That’d probably be a deal breaker for me.

Her gaze shifts to mine, those forest-green eyes narrowing slightly as she spots what’s in my hand.

“Uh, the surprise is pie?”

I grin, holding the tin up like it's a trophy. “Swiped this one from the competition when we were pre-testing them and hid it from my dad so he wouldn’t inhale it.”

She sits up. “Oh.”

“You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to,” I say, kneeling in front of her. “But I do intend on eating you. First time I met you, you smelled like cherries, and I knew your pussy would taste just as sweet. I wasn’t wrong.”

Her breath catches, chest rising as those big, plush breasts rise and fall. My gaze flicks to them, and I reach out, pinching one nipple gently until it hardens under my touch. I squeeze the soft mound, unable to help the growl that rumbles low in my throat.

“So, fucking sexy,” I murmur because she has the nicest natural tits that I've ever had the pleasure of holding. “Lay back for me.”

She does, stretching out on the cool floor, completely at my mercy. I dip my fingers into the cherry filling, scooping some out, and smear it in a line up her thighs and across her stomach.

“Oh… that’s cold,” she gasps, shivering slightly.

“I’ll warm you up.”

I lower my head, licking her clean, trailing my tongue up her thighs as they quiver beneath me, then to her stomach before dipping lower to her clit. I flick it lightly, savoring the way her body jerks under my touch and the sweetness of the cherries on my tongue.

“Mm… you taste so good.”

“Cash,” she moans, her legs trembling as her fingers thread through my hair, guiding me down where she wants me.

I dip my head lower, savoring her taste as I lap at her clit.

My tongue flicks and swirls as I press her thighs apart, spreading her open wider and smearing some more of the cherry filling on her inner thighs.

"Love these thighs so much." I lower my head and bite one, leaving a red mark that I then lick at like a feral dog.

“There’s… there are stretch marks there,” she whispers, voice hesitant.

I pause just long enough to lift my head and glare up at her. “And?"

She shivers. "I mean, they just aren't the best thighs, you know?"

"You think I give a fuck about stretch marks? Stretch marks are proof of life, of growth. They’re the soft curves and edges that make a woman irresistible. Give me all the stretch marks, baby. I want a woman .”

I wait for her to respond and when she rolls her lips together and nods, I take that as permission to continue.

“Cash, oh, oh shit,” she groans as my tongue flattens, licking her clean before I bury my face deeper between her legs. My fingers thrust into her, three. now to stretch her wide.

“Yes…” she moans, arching her hips into me, her body trembling with every stroke. I stop suddenly, pull back and roll to my side. Without hesitation, I grip her hips, guiding her until she’s on top of me.

“Ride my face.”

“W-what?”

“Ride the damn thing, Rae.”

I guide her to turn until her ass faces me while her gaze falls on my cock, hard and leaking. She steadies herself as I bring her up to my face, her heat hovering over my mouth as I wait for her to relax and put her weight down on me.

“I’ve never done this before,” she says.

“I’ll help you through it. Just sit.”

When she lowers onto me, my tongue darts out, lapping at her clit and sucking downward instantly.

One hand grips her hip, holding her steady, while the other wraps around the base of my cock.

I pump myself slowly, savoring the sight of her above me, trembling and desperate.

If I end this night with her riding my tongue and my release painting her chest, I’ll call it a damn masterpiece.

Rae hesitates at first, her movements tentative as she lowers herself again, but I grip her hips with one hand and steady her, pulling her downward.

“Sit,” I mumble against her clit, my breath hot on her sensitive skin. It takes a moment, but she finally relaxes, settling on my face like I'm a saddle for her to ride. “Suffocate me with this pussy,” I groan against her.

My free hand leaves her hip, sliding between her legs. I press two fingers into her slick heat and curl them just right while my tongue works her clit, lapping and sucking with purpose.

She moans above me, the sound making my cock throb harder in my grip as I grip myself in my palm.

Finally, she starts to move, rocking her hips against my mouth, getting into a flow.

Her rhythm is perfect, and I stroke myself in time with her, the wet sounds of my tongue and her moans echoing in the air between us.

Then she pauses, her weight shifting forward slightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch her reaching for something. She dips her fingers into the tin of cherry pie filling we’d abandoned earlier, scooping some up.

Curiosity spikes as I keep working her with my mouth, but when she leans forward and spreads the sticky, sweet filling over my cock, my hand falters.

“Fuck, Rae,” I groan, my voice strained.

The warm, wet cherry filling drips down my shaft, and the feeling alone sends a new surge of heat through my veins as it connects with my fingers at the base.

For a moment, I imagine it’s her pussy again, dripping down my length if she'd let me take her raw, and the thought nearly undoes me.

I pinch the tip of my cock to stop myself from coming.

But then she leans forward even more, wrapping her hand around me. Her tongue darts out, swiping over the tip to gather the cherry before sealing her lips around my crown and suctioning downward. The hum of pleasure she lets out as she tastes me, and the filling vibrates straight through me.

Yeah, that’ll do it.

I tighten my lips around her clit, flicking it mercilessly with my tongue as her hips grind harder against my face because there's no way in hell I'm coming first. She moans around my cock, her throat vibrating, and I know she’s close by the way her movements have turned frantic.

“Give me all of you, Rae,” I growl, my voice muffled against her. My hands dig into her hips, pulling her down harder onto my face. I need her, all of her. I want her to fall apart, to lose herself completely.

And she does. Her thighs tremble, her pussy spasms around my fingers, and the sweet rush of her release floods my tongue. I drink her down, savoring every second as I feel her lips tighten around my cock, her throat taking me deeper.

“Fuck, let me come in your mouth,” I rasp, the words barely coherent.

She hums something I don’t catch—her approval, her encouragement, maybe both.

Her tongue swirls around me, her hands grip my thighs for leverage as she takes me all the way down again, her nose bumping against my balls, nudging them to release at the same time that they lift up.

The combination of her pussy contracting on my face and her hot, eager mouth around my cock is too much.

My balls draw tight, and with a sharp growl, I come hard down her throat.

“Fuck!” I groan against her pussy, my lips still latched to her clit as I lap at her, trying not to lose my rhythm but I'm all out of sync now. She takes it like it’s nothing, like she was made for this, cleaning every inch of me with her tongue until there’s no trace of the cherry or my cum on my shaft.

When we’re both spent and gasping for breath, I gently lift her off my face.

My hands find her again, guiding her down my chest to straddle my lap.

Her ass hits my still-hard cock, her body warm and soft against mine as I pull her to my chest and imagine how it'd feel to take her ass too.

Because now all I want is to have all of her.

Every hole. Every part of her heart, too.

I press a kiss to her damp with sweat hair, my hands stroking lazily over her back.

“Yeah,” I murmur, my voice hoarse but full of satisfaction. “That sure as shit won’t be the last time we do that.”