Sinful Southern Ink by S.J. Drum Page B

the stall, his dick was painfully hard and pushing insistently against the zipper of his jeans. She rubbed her hands together, knocking the dust off them.
    Abigail looked up and he heard a breath catch in her chest as they made eye contact. He stood, slowly, and walked to her with measured steps, never taking his eyes off hers.
    He cupped the back of her neck with his uninjured hand and pulled her into a forceful kiss. She opened to him readily and he thrust his tongue into her silken mouth, retreated and thrust again, mimicking the way he intended to fuck her. A breathy moan escaped her as she melted against him.
    He pulled back, holding her gaze as he worked the catches of her overalls until the whole mess opened and fell to her knees. She wore a tight, thin tank top underneath and a pair of cropped spandex leggings.
    Not willing to wait, he cupped her ass and dragged her against his straining erection. She wasn’t wearing underwear underneath those scandalous tights. He slid one hand up to cup a breast and found her also without a bra.
    Abigail wasn’t pushing him away. In fact, she was leaning into him, fumbling at the belt wrapping his hips. He wanted to pump his fist in the air in victory.
    Before she could unfasten his jeans, he dropped to his knees and hurriedly jerked off her boots and coveralls. He slowed to inch his hands up the length of her long legs, over the swell of her hips and stopped just under her plump breasts. He caressed her stomach then hooked his fingers in the waistband of her leggings.
    “Jed.”
    He paused, “Yeah, baby?”
    “Are we…are we really doing this?”
    He looked up to find her biting her kiss-swollen bottom lip between sharp, white teeth. “Yes, sweetheart. I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want you. But if you tell me to stop, I will. It’s your call. Do you understand?”
    She gave a small nod and he tugged the pants over her hips to reveal a tattoo of a cherry tree branch wrapping her lower hips and pelvis. It was the first time he’d seen the tattoo and the only thing sexier on her was the treasure waiting below. Her sex had been waxed bare and he couldn’t resist leaning forward, nudging his nose between the smooth folds and running his tongue along the length of her slit.
    Abigail’s legs shook and her hands landed on his shoulders for leverage, blunt nails digging into his skin.
    “Fuck, I need you, Abbey. Now.” He ripped her pants the rest of the way off, then rose and jerked the tank top over her head in one motion.
    Her pupils were dilated, making her eyes appear black with lust. He watched as her chest jumped with short, quick breaths, her soft belly quivering in anticipation.
    “Unzip my jeans, Abigail. I want to feel your hot palm wrapped around my cock.”
    Another moan escaped her and she all but dove forward to do his bidding. Both the barn doors were open, sunlight streaming into the barn and lighting the scene so he’d see every moment of the encounter. If someone stopped by, they’d see it to. Jed didn’t care.
    He hissed when his cock sprang free, jutting up from his open jeans. She licked her lips and his shaft jerked, tapping his belly and leaving a wet smear of pre-cum there. “Touch me, Abigail.”
    She wrapped her small hand around him and he groaned. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips, the taste of her pussy lingering on his tongue mingled with her cherry Chapstick. She pumped her fist up and down his shaft, pausing to run her thumb over the knobby ends of the long barbell pierced through it just below the head. He pushed her hand away.
    “Enough. I need to be inside you.”
    “Yes.”
    Jed leaned down, wrapped his hands around the backs of her thighs and hoisted her up to straddle his hips.
    “Your hand—”
    “Isn’t bothering me right now. Lock your ankles behind my back.”
    He groaned when she complied, then he shuffled the few steps it took to put her back against the outside of a stall. With each step, his jeans