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Sin: Ninety Days With The Sorvino Don Chapter 48
***SUMMER'S POV***I don't know what to think about right now. I could possibly think of a lot of things but my brain has refused to think. It is frozen and as much as I want to get away with that, I just fucking can't. I wait until Sinclair has gone to work before making it to the living room. "Summer?" I hear Michelle call out behind me. "Yes, Mich?" I reply sweetly. "Oh, girl, I was looking forward to have a word with you. I know what you saw..." she says, trailing down her words. "Shhh! I don't need an explanation from you, Mich. You don't owe me one," I tell. Her eyes are like flat saucers as she glares at me, shock still evident in her face. "But..." I lift my hand in the air, stopping her. "I don't want to hear it, unless you are going to spill out some of that tea," I blurt out. Laughing out in excitement, she nods her head a couple of times, wrapping her arms around mine and pulling me away. "Can we go to the garden? Poppy will bring drinks out for us
Sin: Ninety Days With The Sorvino Don Chapter 49
Author's Note:Bonus story guys. I'm uploading a new story here, hope you like it. ELLAWhen my parents first told me we were moving to SouthernLouisiana a few months before I turned 18, I had been furious. I loved our home in Michigan, and I had no desire to move to what I felt would surely be the ass crack of America. I couldn’t imagine ever getting used to the heat and humidity. I mean, they don’t even get snow for Christmas! The whole idea of it had me feeling really depressed, but we had to move for my dad’s job, so we left and made the long journey to our new home right in the heart of Cajun Country.I managed to graduate high school, although I did it feeling like a weird Yankee outsider the whole time, and I’d just turned 18 a couple of weeks ago. The only that made this place bearable was our next-door neighbor. He’d introduced himself shortly after we’d arrived, Southern hospitality and all that, and I’d fallen head over heels in love with him the second I’d laid eyes on
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His laugh is deep and infectious, lighting up his eyes, and revealing the small lines around his face from years of laughing and being in the sun.“With that Yankee accent? I don’t think so.”I bring my hands to my hips. “What’s wrong with my accent?”“Nothin’,” he says with a grin. “It’s very precise.”“Well, sooorrry,” I say drawing out my vowels. I fan myself dramatically. “It’s hot as tarnation out here. Ain’t ya got a winda open?”He rolls his eyes at me, but I see the corner of his mouth twitch and know he wants to laugh.“Now you’re just bein’ an ass. Just for that, I think your first chore will be horse shit.” He walks past me to grab a shovel and calls over his shoulder, “And for the record, ain’t is a perfectly acceptable word. If Lord Byron could use it, then so can I.”I watch as he walks away, taking in the sight of his languid, unhurried movements, the way his back muscles move with every step and swing of his arms, and the way his jeans accentuate the perfection of his
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BEAUI walk back into the barn wondering how in the hell the place can feel so lonely already when Ella just left a few minutes ago. I’d very nearly crossed the line with her when we were brushing Pierre. I can’t let that happen. I’m going to have to really watch myself around her. She’s just so damn beautiful. Of course I’d noticed her as soon as they’d moved in. How could I not with her perfect tight little body, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes? I’d managed to keep distance between us, though. But now she’s 18, graduated, and apparently my new farmhand.How in the hell someone could manage to make shoveling manure sexy, I do not know, but she’d done it. And done it well, I had to admit as I looked around the barn again. She wasn’t afraid of hard work. I liked that about her. She also didn’t mind getting dirty, which I really liked, even though she was wearing a feminine little sundress that barely covered her perfect ass. I’d been forced to leave the barn earlier. It was either ge
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Memories from this morning’s masturbation session flit through my mind, but the sound of Christine’s annoying voice quickly puts an end to the hard-on I was working on.“Should she really just be feeding him without your permission?”“She has my permission,” I say, forcing my words to sound pleasant.She makes an annoyed sound and adds, “He’s a good-looking horse. Maybe I’ll buy him.”I see Ella’s hand freeze on Pierre’s neck as her whole body stiffens at Christine’s words.“I’m afraid he’s not for sale.”Christine gives me a cold look. She hooks one of her ridiculous nails around a strand of blond hair and carefully tucks it behind her shoulder.“I see. Are any of these horses for sale?”I meet her heavily made-up eyes. “Not at the moment, no.”She purses her lips together, making her look as if she’s just sucked on a lemon and puts her designer sunglasses back on.“Call me when something’s available, Beau,” she says before lifting her chin in the air and marching back to her enormou
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“Are you dating anyone, Beau Thibodeaux?”Her question and the sing-song way she says my name makes me laugh.“No, Ella, I am not.”“What a coincidence. Neither am I.”She presses her cheek against mine, and I can’t help but smile. I’ve never met anyone who’s so damn adorable and sexy all at the same time.When we’re back at the barn, I set her down outside and grab the hose.“All right, swamp girl, let’s get you cleaned up.”I turn the hose on and help her wash most of the swamp off her. The vision of water sliding down her tits, belly, and thighs is almost more than I can take. That bikini is hiding nothing, and thanks to the cold hose water, her nipples are rock hard.She’d put her hair in a loose braid today, and I watch as she undoes it so I can wash it out. The softness of her long hair glides between my fingers, and against my better judgement I use my hand to wash away a leaf from her bare back. My fingertips slide down her soft, wet skin, and I know if I don’t stop, I’m going
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ELLAhe next morning, Henry is sitting by the path waiting for me, and daisies are lined up all along his collar, circling his entire droopy neck in white petals. A huge smile spreads across my face as I reach down to pull them out one by one, giving Henry lots of love while I do. We head down the path, and when we step in the clearing, Beau is waiting for me on Pierre.He has a bridle on the horse but no saddle, and he’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s in jeans, a white t-shirt, the same red baseball cap, and brown work boots since his black ones were probably still wet from yesterday’s rescue mission.He greets me with a sexy grin that immediately makes me think about how good those lips had tasted and felt against mine.“I thought you might like to learn how to ride.”I stare up at Pierre’s massive size and chew my bottom lip. I would definitely love to learn to ride, but I also have no idea how to even go about getting up on the horse, especially without a saddle.S
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“My god, you’re so wet.” His voice sounds ragged, and it makes desire pool in my stomach, stretching out to every part of my body. “Have you been this wet the whole time?”I shake my head yes and whimper when he slowly slides a finger inside me. “Since I first saw you this morning,” I pant.“You poor thing,” he says, and I can feel his smile against my lips. “You want me to make it better for you?”“God, yes,” I whimper against him, arching my hips as he very slowly fucks me with his finger.He kisses me gently, working his finger faster, making sure to slide it over my swollen clit with each thrust. The sensation is maddening, and already I can feel pleasure building to an unstoppable force. My leg is still hiked up, and I hook it around his waist when he slides that hand further down my thigh to cup my ass. The metal bars from the pasture gate dig into my back, but I don’t give a rat’s ass about that. I’d let him fuck me up against a cactus at this point.My fingers dig into his sho
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