The Hitman's Angel(21)

Speaking of which, I need her in my arms now. Badly.

Laboring makes me hungry for Margaret. Everything does.

When we arrived at the ranch, I could barely stop fucking her long enough to perform the tasks that make the place function. After she became pregnant with the twins, however, I was imbued with the drive to provide for my wife, my children, so now I must harness my never-ending need to be between her thighs, absorbing her purity and love. I have enough money to give my family a comfortable life, but I long to give them even more. So I work from dawn to dusk, always keeping an eye on my gorgeous wife through the windows.

The front door of our house opens and I let the axe drop, acutely aware of the sweat pouring down my face and bare torso. Aware of it, because my skin is extra sensitive whenever Margaret is near, looking at me. This time is no exception. She steps out onto the porch in her pretty yellow dress and hugs one of the wooden pillars, peeking at me from behind it almost shyly.

Ah, I see. Our sons must be napping.

I know what she wants. To play. My cock stiffens at the knowledge.

“Come, angel,” I call, crooking my finger at her. “There is something I want to show you in the barn.”

She looks almost nervous as she ascends the steps, her fingers playing with the hem of her dress, very nearly showing me her pussy. “What is it, Daddy?”

Without answering, I take her hand gently and guide her toward the red structure, located at the edge of the property. She looks up at me trustingly, even though Daddy is watching the ways her tits shake in the low neckline of her dress. And planning. “I think it is time for some new dresses, angel.”

She frowns down at her attire. “You don’t like my dress?”

We reach the barn and I guide her inside, closing the large door behind us, creating total silence. The only light enters through cracks in the door and a row of windows near the rafters. But it is mostly dim. Quiet. “Of course I like your dress, angel.” I smooth back her hair. “But I’m the only one who needs to know how fast you’re maturing.” I drop my fingertips to her neckline and trace the supple slopes of her tits. “And how nicely.”

“Th-thank you.” Flustered, she ducks her head. “What did you want to show me?”

I take her hand once more, guiding her to one of the empty horse stalls. “Is everyone asleep in the house?”

“Yes.”

Anticipation almost makes me dizzy. Needing to feel her curves, I pull her against me for a hug. She returns it with a happy sigh and we sway there for a moment. “You’ve gotten so good at caring for the horses, angel. I’m thinking of buying you a new one, all to yourself. A pretty gray mare with a white streak on her nose.”

“Really?” She hits me with wide, excited eyes. “I can’t wait to meet her! Do I get to name her?”

I smooth back the hair from her face. “Of course you do.” I pause, showing her my hesitation. “It will be a big responsibility, though. I’m not sure you’re ready for it.”

“I am, Daddy.” She dances around on her tiptoes, dragging the fronts of our bodies together. If she feels my hard dick, she gives no indication. “I promise.”

“I don’t know.” I consider her with an exhale. “There are things about horses you haven’t learned yet. Things you need to know to be a proper horse trainer. Such as how they mate and make babies.”

Even in the dimness, I can see her cheeks filling with color, her shoulders drooping. “Oh. No, I don’t know how they do…those things.”

“I suppose I could teach you.”

Her excitement is back, bouncing up and down, her palms splaying on my bare chest. “Really? And then I could have the horse?”

“We’ll see how well you pay attention.” I fist her hair and turn her around so she’s facing the barn wall. “Go down on your hands and knees, angel. The only way to learn is to have me demonstrate.”

“Oh. Okay, Daddy.”

She drops to her knees in the hay and leans forward, supported on her hands. The position makes her dress ride up in back, giving me a nice look at her sweet, naked bottom. While I soundlessly unzip my pants, I lean back and take in the sight of her snug, little pussy, too, just waiting for Daddy like an early birthday present. “Open your knees a little wider, angel,” I rasp, falling to a kneel and hunching over her arched back, holding my cock in one hand so she doesn’t feel it yet. “The stallion gets behind the mare like this…”

“Behind her? That’s so funny.”

Chuckling, I kiss her neck with an open mouth, two, three times and hear her surprised intake of breath. “Um…what happens next, Daddy?”

My voice has dropped and when I speak next, I feel her shiver. “You’ve seen that big part between the stallion’s legs, haven’t you?”

“Y-yes,” she admits. “But I try not to look.”

“Because you don’t know what it is? That’s okay. I’m going to teach you.” I settle my throbbing cock down between her ass cheeks. “It does the same job as this part of Daddy. It goes into a little hole between your legs, the same way a stallion fits inside a mare.”

Her sides start to heave and I kiss her neck again, on the other side this time.

“I’m going to show you now, angel,” I growl into her ear. “It’s the only way for you to understand.” I fist my dick and bring it between her thighs, finding the moist gateway to my personal heaven. “You want that pretty mare, don’t you?”