“Be patient,” I whisper against her face. “I know it’s difficult, when your cunt is so needy and you’re just a dirty fucking slut.”
She pushes back against me, clearly liking my filthy words, and I pick up the pace a bit as a reward. My cock jerks inside her, and I know that I won’t be able to keep this up forever. Still, I drill into her slow and steady, using my fingers to bring her higher and higher, closer and closer to that delicious edge.
But Candice is clearly pissed, because she rips the gag out with one hand and hisses, “Nathan, if I tell you that you’re a god among men and that your cock owns me, will you finally fuck me like you mean it?”
“Maybe,” I say, keeping up the same tantalizing pace. “I like making you pissed off, though.”
I rub her just a bit harder, and she tips her head back against me, all anger erased from her features. I work her a bit faster, until she’s tightening around my cock, her cunt gripping me as she starts to come.
“I love feeling you come on me,” I grunt, thrusting into her harder. “Your pussy is so fucking perfect.”
I grind my hips into her steadily, prolonging her orgasm, and relishing in the feel of her drenching me.
“Nathan,” she whines, still convulsing around me.
“I know honey, I know,” I say gently, thrusting into her with a grunt, but still keeping the pace steady. “I love fucking you like this. I love taking all the time in the world to make you squirm and shake on my cock. I love giving this cunt of yours exactly what it craves.”
I feel pleasure shoot up my spine, and I grind against her, filling her deeply and completely, and emptying myself with a final thrust. I pull out slowly and turn her around, leaning us both up against the wall while we pant in unison.
“Did we really just have sex in a stall?” Candice asks after a moment.
“Yes,” I say, placing a kiss on her cheek. “And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
We get ourselves cleaned up and dressed, and then we head back to where Ballantine and Maggie are tethered up.
“Sorry Mags,” Candice mutters, mounting up. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”
Ballantine gives me some serious side eye, like he knows exactly what we’ve been doing. I shrug and climb into the saddle. Candice and I ride out of the barn and into the fields around the rescue. The ground is patchy with snow, ice, and dry grass, and I’m glad my legs are wrapped in leather.
“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” Candice asks after a few moments.
The question startles me, mostly because of what we were just doing together in the barn. I’d assume thinking of me with another woman would be the last thing on her mind right now. But I guess she must be curious about my past.
“I don’t mean to pry,” she says, noting my silence. “I’m only asking because you always joke about how much women love you, and I just wondered if you ever got serious with anyone.”
“Why does it matter?” I know I sound defensive already, but I can’t help it. My inability to have a relationship is a soft spot for me and I don’t want Candice to judge me for it.
“Because now that I know you, you don’t seem like the type of guy who would be happy with a string of one-night stands.”
I wince, because that’s exactly what I’ve had over the last few years. Bar after bar, woman after woman.
“I did have one girlfriend,” I say after a moment. “Kerry. We weren’t together for very long though.”
“Why not?”
I think about the right thing to say as we ride out into the wilderness that surrounds the horse rescue.
“She cheated on me,” I finally say. “And she did it because she thought I was cheating on her, too. But I wasn’t.”
“Of course you weren’t. You wouldn’t do that.”
“Why are you so sure of that? You accused me once of thinking about women like pieces of ass.”
“I did,” she admits. “But I think I was wrong about that. And even if you—even if you are a player, that doesn’t mean you’re a cheater.”
“My father was, though,” I say softly. Something about being out in the open air, with the quiet landscape stretching around us for miles, makes it easier for me to open up to her.
“I was wondering what happened to him. I didn’t hear you or your siblings mention him a single time while we were at the ranch, so I figured he was out of the picture.”
