By Fate I Conquer (Sins of the Fathers #4)(75)

She smiled around my cock but didn’t pull back or slow. Maybe she didn’t understand what I meant. Fuck. It was hard to focus. I just wanted to spill into her mouth but at the same time I didn’t. “I’m going to come in your mouth. Pull back.”

Greta gave a small shake of her head and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My balls clenched, followed by my dick and then my orgasm raced through me. Greta kept sucking even as I came in her mouth, and swallowed around my tip but still some of my cum dripped out and slid down her chin before it dropped on her chest. I groaned at the sight and my cock jerked with another load.

Greta tried to swallow it too but more of it dripped out and onto her chest, then slithered below her neckline. Even when my cock had stopped twitching, she circled my tip with her tongue until I couldn’t take it anymore. She was so beautiful when she sucked my cock. I gently pushed her back until my cock slid out of her, still half erect.

Greta gave me a proud smile as I tried to catch my breath.

I shook my head. “You didn’t have to swallow.”

“I wanted to. You seemed to enjoy my taste yesterday.”

I closed my eyes briefly for a few deep breaths. When I opened them, Greta stood before me, her chin and neckline still covered in my sperm.

She reached between her legs with a hint of curiosity. “I’m wet.”

She held up her middle and index finger, which were glistening with her arousal.

“Let me,” I said. I had to feel this for myself. I reached under her nightgown, gently slid between her pussy lips and rubbed my fingers along her slit. I didn’t need to delve deep. Her pussy was sopping wet. If she’d worn panties, they would have been drenched with her lust.

“I didn’t think giving you pleasure would have such a strong effect on me, but your body is an immense turn on. Seeing it already makes me feel very hot but touching and tasting you, is so much more intense.”

I cupped her cheeks, kissed her harshly. Her direct innocence would be my death one day. With every unorthodox word out of her mouth she made me fall harder for her and I wasn’t sure how to stop it. I pulled back, not even minding that I had my own cum on my chin from kissing her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and let me taste your pussy.”

I reached for the hem of her nightgown and pulled it over Greta’s head, then dropped it on the floor, drinking in Greta’s beautiful body. Seeing my cum on her made me feel impossibly possessive. I wanted to stake my claim on her in every way I could, in every way I shouldn’t.

I led Greta into the shower when loud neighing carried up through the window, followed by mows. Greta smiled apologetically. “I’ll have to take care of the animals first. We don’t have enough time. Maybe you can taste me later?”

I chuckled and kissed her sweetly, smiling against her mouth. “I’ll taste you whenever you want, just say the word.”

Fifteen minutes later, Greta and I were dressed and heading outside. Greta carried Dotty again and I was amazed at her strength. Maybe it was more determination than physical power. The sun was beating down on us in a typical Nevada way. Greta in a pale yellow summer dress and cowboy boots didn’t mind the heat, but me in my shirt and jeans I was already sweating, though I wasn’t even carrying the dog. She put it down in the shade beside the barn so it could relieve itself before it lay down in the airstream from one of the ventilators. Bear and Momo were running around eagerly. I helped Greta feed the horses with hay and the cows and pigs with a special mix before we opened the gates so they could rush out into the paddock. I was used to a different form of physical labor but had to say I didn’t mind this either, maybe because Greta’s enthusiasm was infectious.

Greta beamed while she watched her animals enjoy themselves. She got joy from their happiness and I from hers.

“How long have you had this place?”

“Only about a year. Dad built it for me a few weeks after your wedding.”

She rested her arms on the fence and put her chin down on them, letting her gaze glide over the area. “It still needs plenty of work so I can welcome more animals.”

“Why don’t you live here all the time?”

She blinked up against the sun. “My family would miss me.”

I nodded. It was one of the reasons why she’d said no to me. “They could still see you, just not as often.” I wrapped my arms around her from behind and rested my chin atop of her head. This felt so natural and Greta released a small sigh. “Is this about the farm or us?”

I drew in a deep breath then kissed her neck. There wasn’t us, not really. There was Cressida and me, which existed in the light, though its base was rotten and dark, and then there was Greta and me, bound to the shadows, though our bond was pure in a way I hadn’t thought possible.

“Both.”

She nodded and swallowed. “Sometimes…sometimes I regret…” She shook her head with a breathless laugh. I knew what she wanted to say. She turned around in my embrace. “How much longer until you have to leave?”

I glanced at my watch. “Three hours.”

She nodded, wistfulness filling her eyes though I was still here.

“We should make every minute count not waste it on what if’s,” I murmured as I hoisted her up on the fence. “Would you like me to taste you now?”

She nodded simply. I got down on my knees, not caring about the dirt. I lifted Greta’s skirt, revealing white panties. I kissed my way around the edge before I kissed her pussy through them. Hooking a finger in the fabric, I dragged it aside, revealing Greta’s glistening center. With my thumbs I stroked along her puffy lips before I pushed them apart to reveal a swollen clit and her tight opening. Remembering her words from earlier, I ignored her clit and began to focus all my attention on her opening, stroking, nudging, circling until she was clinging desperately to the fence, her boots pressed into the middle bar to find hold.