Page 43 of Where the Blacktop Ends (Whitewood Creek Farm #1)

Georgia needs to be punished for her little stunt tonight. Telling Liam to call my dad “Big Papa” is about as wicked as it gets, and she knows it.??

The worst part? She enjoyed it. I could see it in her eyes—she was daring me to react, practically begging for me to spank her until she’s raw.

So, when she strolls into the distillery a few hours later, with Regan on her arm like they’ve quickly bonded and become best friends, hips swaying in those tiny cut-off jean shorts like she was made for the farm life—and dammit, she looks like she belongs here—I know exactly how I’m going to make good on my promise.

Because if there’s one thing I am, it’s a man of my word, and tonight, I’m a man set on claiming her.

After I tuck Liam into his bed, Regan curled up next to him like the doting aunt she is, I head for our room in my old house I haven’t slept in in years.

Ours because, anywhere I sleep now, belongs to her as much as me.

“Hey,” she says sleepily with a smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Today was fun.”

I move to where her ankles are propped and tug on them, pulling her to the edge of the bed and then tossing her over my shoulder without a second thought.

“Hey!” she shouts laughing nervously. “What are you doing?”

"Taking you outside.” I don’t slow as I stride across the lawn, the rain soaking us instantly, cold and sharp against my overheated skin.

The storm swallows the house behind us, its glow fading.

Good. I need her out here—away from walls, away from the past. I want to bury myself inside her where no one can hear her scream my name.

“Liam’s going to hear!” she squeals from where she’s hanging, draped over my shoulder.

“That’s why we’re going outside,” I growl back. “I don’t trust the noises you’re going to make.”

It’s a cold and windy night, but somehow still beautiful.

The moon is beginning to crest, and I know exactly where I want to take her—right in the cab of my old tractor.

The one I grew up driving when my dad couldn’t get out of bed to plow the fields, and my siblings were too young to help.

It was where I learned how to drive, to work hard and sacrifice for the good of my family.

I pull us into the barn and climb up into the cab of the big green beast parked near the back. The glass doors block out the sound of the storm that’s raging outside, leaving us in a quiet, intimate space. I position her on my lap, her legs wrapped around me on either side.

"You need this, don’t you?" I murmur, my voice rough as I grind up into her, feeling the unbearable pressure where our bodies meet. My cock is so hard it’s almost painful, straining against my jeans, aching to be inside her. To finally claim what’s mine after months of sexual tension.

She bites down on her lip, her eager nod only pushing me closer to the edge.

“Then go on. Take it out.”

Her hands fumble at my zipper before she drags it downward, reaching into the opening and finding me with no boxers on. Her hands grip my base, pulling my cock out before she wraps both fists around my shaft and gives me a few firm, eager pumps.

“Are you on birth control?”

She nods again.

“Good. Because I’m taking you raw.”

I lift her hips and hold them steady as she pushes down her sleep shorts and then hovers over the top of my tip. “Go ahead, Georgia. Ride me the way you’ve been wanting to. But understand—this is it.”

She doesn’t hesitate, sinking down on me as far as she can go, impaling herself in one smooth, slick motion.

Her back arches as she lets out a gasp of pleasure, feeling the stretch that I provide.

I grip her hips tightly, forcing her down further while I thrust up into her.

Her pussy clenches around me, like she can barely handle my width, sending fire through my veins.

“Fuck, Troy,” she breathes, her voice barely more than a whisper in the silent tomb of the tractor cab.

I look down between our laps, watching as she sinks down a little more, completely stretched out around me. “You’re doing so good. One more time, and I’ll be all the way inside.”

She lifts again, and I groan watching my cock come into view, drenched and dripping with her sticky wetness before she swallows me again. When she sinks this time, I’m gone, consumed whole by her pliant pussy, the wet heat and the tight squeeze.

My fingers find her clit, rubbing firm, tight circles, drawing out her pleasure, working her body like I’m breaking in a wild horse as she bucks on top of me wildly. She’s soaked, dripping onto my bare thighs, and I already know I plan on licking every inch of her clean when we’re through tonight.

“Ride me, Georgia,” I command, gripping her tighter, my fingers move to where we’re connected as I shove one inside of her opening despite already being stuffed full of me. It’s a tight fit getting it in, my shaft plus a finger but damn does she like it.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she moans.

“Show me what you’ve been craving. But know this—when I come, I’m coming inside of you. I’m not letting you go.”

“Not letting me go…” she whispers, and I can tell, she still doesn’t get it. Not yet. But she will soon.

My finger that was inside of her retreats and wraps around her backside, finding her ass and spreading her cheeks. I press it gently against her puckered hole. It’s just enough to break the seal down to the first knuckle and she lets out a hiss.

“Relax so I can touch you everywhere. I can’t get enough of your ass and pussy.”

She relaxes into my hold and begins to ride me, bouncing up and down so prettily on my cock, her tits jiggling as I fuck up into her, rubbing her clit and gently pumping into her tight ass.

I swipe one of my free fingers over the wetness that’s dripped onto my thighs from her pussy and bring it to my mouth. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

“Let me taste,” she asks as I swipe again, this time placing it on her tongue for her to savor. She closes her lips, sucking them clean then reopens her eyes with a sigh.

"There are parts of me that want to ruin you," I admit, my voice raw. Because if I ruin her, if I make her need me the way I need her, maybe she’ll never walk away. Maybe she’ll finally understand what she means to me.

She shakes her head, continuing her bouncing on my cock eagerly and alternating with hip gyrations, getting traction against the hairs on my pelvis.

“So, ruin me then, Troy.”

“Hm...” I hum, “I intend on it, but first, I’m going to make you come.”

I retrieve my finger from her back, grip her hips firmly and take over, lifting her up and down on my cock as I pound into her repeatedly.

I impale her with my cock as she screams, my cock like a piston inside of her, finally unleashing a load of, ropey come while her pussy spams and squeezes all around me.

She collapses onto my chest, her heart beating furiously against mine. I give her a few minutes and then lift her off just enough to tuck my cock back inside of my jeans and close them before opening the cab door and carrying her across the rain soaked grass back inside of my home.

When we’re safely inside of my bedroom again, I lay her on the bed, pushing her thighs as wide apart as they can go and then notch the tip of my cock back at her opening before I sink inside slowly this time.

Her eyes flutter shut as she reaches for my hips, trying to increase my speed.

“No. Hands above your head. I’m going to enjoy taking you slowly this time. Want to fill you up with my cum until your pussy is swollen, dripping with me the rest of this weekend.”

“Oh, fuck,” she groans, “This is even better than I imagined it would be.”

“Keep quiet, I don’t want to wake up Liam or Regan.”

She bites down on her lip to stifle her moans, but I can see it’s going to be difficult for her, so I pause, reach down and retrieve her underwear before stuffing them into her mouth.

“Bite down on that when you want to scream.”

She nods and moans again before I sink back into her with deliberate slowness. I pull out, admiring the way that her lips spread before I push back into her entirely, planting myself to the root.

It’s a painful pace that I set, one that's driving both of us wild. I want to drill into her again, fuck her into my bed until she’s screaming through the lace, but I know the build-up is better than the finish and I love that I get to have her like this.

So smooth, bare, and warm. Wrapped around me so tightly.

Like my own pussy made just for me. She was made for me.

“I need to come,” she mumbles.

I hook my hands underneath her, flip her on to her stomach and then hoist her hips up until she’s suspended in the air before I thrust back inside of her.

This time, I take her clit between my fingers and pinch, rolling it between my thumb and pointer until I can feel it harden and swell before I pet it gently.

“Yes, yes, Troy. Just like that.”

“Come for me.”

“Yes, daddy,” she calls out.

Her tight cunt spasms and squeezes as she releases, pulling my own orgasm from deep within me like a connected thread as I plant myself firmly and release.

When she’s hanging limply in my arms I slowly pull out, watching as the mixture of our fluids drip down her thighs. I lay her down on her stomach then lick a straight line up her leg and across her opening, over her asshole and end with a kiss at the base of her spine, right where two dimples rest.

She shivers and I plunge two fingers inside of her stuffing any remaining cum that’s escaped back into her cunt.

Where it belongs.

“Shit...” she hisses.

“Was it too much?” I ask, as I grab her lithe body and roll it on top of mine to hold her.

She’s warm, sweaty, and smells like sex and me.

It’s an intoxicating mixture. I bring my fingers up to my nose and sniff, enjoying everything about her sweet balm.

Max’s mother is the only other woman that I’ve ever slept with without protection.

“Yes,” she moans, “I want more of you. I want all of you. A weighted blanket isn’t enough. I need you to lay on top of me and crush me.”

"Yeah, baby," I murmur, tucking her closer. "I’ve got you. Always."