Clintâs fingers touched the right spot, Victoria freed Clintâs penis and guided it into her waiting pussy. âAll right,â she whispered as she put him inside and lowered herself onto him, âmaybe more than just a little.â
Once he was all the way inside of her, Clint lifted his hips and pushed in just a bit more. He was just able to grab her by the hips as she let out a gasp of pleasure and closed her eyes tightly. The more Clint moved, the deeper he and Victoria sunk into the pile of hay. Before long, it was closing in around them as if it meant to swallow them whole.
It took a bit of doing, but Victoria was finally able to gain a bit of footing. Her knees dropped down on either side of Clint, but she supported herself by placing both hands flat upon his chest. Even though she could stay on top of him, she started to wobble the moment she let her instincts take over and tried to ride him in earnest.
Feeling the first pangs of frustration just as much as she did, Clint grabbed hold of her and tossed her onto her back. Victoria landed with a sigh and opened her legs wide to receive him. When she felt Clintâs hands move along the silky smooth skin of her inner thigh, she stretched back and savored the feel of his touch.
The downy hair between Victoriaâs legs was just as blond as the hair on her head. Clint let his fingers drift through that hair for a moment before he found the sensitive nub of skin that made her squirm when he touched it.
âOh God,â she sighed. âDonât make me wait any longer.â Clint positioned himself at the right spot and moved his hips forward so his rigid cock slipped straight into her. Victoria was so wet that he glided in easily. And every time Clint thrust forward, she was even wetter when he pulled back.
Victoria reached out with both hands to grab hold of whatever she could. All she was able to get ahold of was hay, and she kept clawing through the coarse strands until her fingertips scraped against the floor. All the while, Clint kept rocking on top of her. Outside, another makeshift band started to play a drunken song.
âYou were sure right about one thing,â Victoria said as Clint buried himself inside of her. âThis is one hell of a party.â
Clint pumped his hips forward until he could feel that soft, blond hair tickle his leg. One more thrust like that, and Victoria moaned as if she meant to accompany the band.
FIVE
It was well after sunrise before Clint woke up and got to his feet. He wasnât in the bale of hay, but he still had plenty of pieces of straw stuck in some uncomfortable places. Victoria was somewhere, but sheâd come and gone a few times throughout the night. Clint didnât have any trouble spotting Johnny. He was the one loading a wagon not far from the barn.
âYouâre up earlier than I expected,â Johnny said once he spotted Clint.
âActually, I was thinking that I slept later than usual.â
âThen I guess Iâm just getting used to the habits Iâve picked up in the last few days of debauchery. The closer it gets for me to leave, the more anxious I get to start moving.â
âThen why wait?â Clint asked.
The question was simple, but struck Johnny hard enough to make him stop what he was doing and stare into space. He blinked a few times, shrugged, and replied, âI guess thereâs no reason.â
âThat is, unless you had a schedule to keep regarding your payment.â
âI was told to pick up the money when I had a chance in the next few days. The rest was just me guessing how long I should wait for you to arrive.â
Clint held out his arms and smiled. âIâm here.â
âAnd you donât mind lending me a hand? It might get rough if the wrong people find out what Iâm carrying.â
âAnd itâll get even rougher if you stand around announcing it.â
Johnny laughed and looked around like a