Countryside Chick - Hailey Whitters

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CHARLIE

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"Happy Birthday, baby," Colt coos in my ear as we wake up the following day. Well, he had already been up to feed the animals but crawled back into bed afterward.

I roll over and face him, stuffing my face into his chest, not wanting to wake up yet, "I feel old."

"Join the club, sweetheart," his chest vibrates from laughing, and his hands wander my naked back. I may have kept us both up last night, unable to get enough of him. His touch drives me crazy. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"A five-hour energy."

"Maybe instead of playing with my cock all night, you should sleep. Weren't you the one who said I keep you up all night?"

I open my eyes at his words, glaring at him, "You can't be mean to me today. It's my birthday."

"Alright, grumpy, let me make you a coffee. Maybe that'll brighten your mood." He gets out of the bed, leaving me cold again. I sigh as I get up, grabbing my robe on the back of the door and wrapping it around me. I brush my hair and teeth, then go to the kitchen to find Colt in only a pair of boxers. When I walk in, he hands me the coffee, and I set it on the counter.

I walk up to him, hug him, and rest my head on his chest, "Colt, I love you." It had been long enough since I'd said it, and it had been eating me alive, waiting for him to tell me.

His hands wrap around me, and he kisses me on the head, "I love you too, Charlie."

"Were you ever gonna say it?" I tease him.

"Honestly, I wasn't sure if you had been playing with my feelings to tear me apart, which is why I haven't said it, but I've wanted to for a long time."

My smile falters, and I look at him, "Really, Colt?"

He shrugs, a smile appearing, "I'm serious. I thought you may have been plotting your revenge for me leaving you this entire time. But now that you've moved in, I believe it's real." Did he really feel that way? I hadn't thought about that at all.

"Colt, the moment I walked into this house and saw you for the first time, I forgave you for everything. It wasn't your fault."

"I was still a douchebag." He walks away and opens the fridge, "do you want pancakes or an omelet?"

I take a sip of the coffee before setting it back down, walk up behind him, and wrap my hands around his dick, "I want you for breakfast." I felt a jolt in his dick as he heard my words. He sets the egg carton back down, closes the fridge, and turns around to face me.

He picks me up and sets me on the kitchen island within a moment. He unties my robe, exposing myself bare. He kisses me softly as he tugs it off before laying me down and pulling me to the counter's edge.

His hands grip my thighs, and my legs immediately spread open for him. He left a trail of kisses towards my entrance, and my heart rate quickened as I lost patience with him—his arms linked underneath my legs, connecting his hands with my breasts. I could feel his breath on my entrance as I squirmed impatiently, "Colt," I whined. I linked my legs on his back, trying to push him closer to me.

He muffled a laugh as he pressed a kiss to my lips before parting them with his tongue, sending vibrations to my clit. I moaned in delight, my hands clinging to his hair. I felt his tongue dive inside me as he sucked on it slowly.

It was amazing how horny I could be after he made me come eight times last night as this thank-you present for moving in.

He slurps on my clit, "Birthday girl is so wet for me," he tells himself. His tongue begins to fuck me as he finds my weak spot. He immediately knows where it is when I let out a loud moan. I feel my walls closing in as he repeatedly thrusted his tongue, spilling into his mouth.

I lift my head as he uncovers from me, grabbing my arm to pull me up to a sitting position. His fingers brush a piece of hair behind my ear before he hungrily kisses me.

He grabs my waist, throws me over his shoulder, and lets me hang. He adjusts himself before he bites my ass with his teeth, "Colt!" I squealed, hitting his back with my hands.

He walks into the bedroom, laying me on the bed, and begins to suck on my neck. Great, a birthday hickey. I pull him off my neck and press my lips to his harshly, darting my tongue into his mouth. I pull away and look him in the eyes, "fuck me like it's my birthday."

He chuckles, "Yes, ma'am." He flips me over on my stomach and pulls me to the edge of the bed, where I rest my feet on the floor. I turn my head to see him stripping out of his boxers, wetting his cock. I arch my back and stand on my tippy toes as he lines himself with my entrance, slowly slipping inside.

His hand pressed into my arch, sending himself deeper inside me as the other gripped the front of my thigh. I wanted to touch him badly, only being able to touch the rustled sheets on the bed. His rhythm quickened, sending me into bliss, moaning at the feeling of his cock inside me.

He finally began to quicken, and I desperately wanted to touch him. His hand reached my hair, grabbed a bundle of it, and yanked it back. I gasped as he turned my head to where I could see part of him. He continued to thrust inside me, yanking on my hair again. A moan escaped my lips, "like that, baby?" He groaned. I moaned again in response, my hands gripping the sheets tightly as I rode to my high again.

"Colt!" I moaned as I felt wetness dripping down the sides of my legs as both his hands gripped my thighs, quickening his pace once again. My insides were screaming as I felt my walls closing in once again.

I could feel him tensing before I knew he was going to come. He smacked my ass before pulling me out and spilling onto my back. I fell onto the mattress once he let go, trying to calm my heart rate down. He wiped his sperm off my back before lying beside me, pulling me to him. "Was that good enough for you?"

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, for now. You're free until at least lunch." My stomach growled at my words. "Does the cooking me breakfast offer still stand?"

He chuckled, kissing my lips before he stood up putting on his boxers. "Of course. Go shower, and I'll cook." I pull myself off the mattress, taking a deep breath before standing. Colt leaves the room, stopping at the door, "by the way, your friends will be here soon."

Friends? Here? "What?" I scream, frozen in shock.

He chuckles, smirking at my confusedness, "I invited them." And with that, he walks out of the room.