Shotgun Wedding, Lila Munro
“Your daddy has no idea where you are does he?” Collin asked, panting against Jamie’s throat as she rubbed her barely clad mound against his hard-on making it nearly impossible to speak let alone think.
“Nope,” she answered over a giggle, one hand floating down his chest and between them to squeeze him.
“You do know if he ever catches you out here with the hired help, he’ll skin me alive,” he growled spinning and hiking the girl up with his arm around her waist, pinning her against the barn wall with her legs around his middle. “Damn girl. The things you do to me.”
Collin reached down, grabbed the side of her panties and in one swift jerk, ripped them and pulled the scrap of flimsy material to the side. He barely had his pants down enough to let loose his cock when he thrust up and into her, his now free hand finding her thigh, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“More,” Jamie whispered across his ear.
He happily obliged her request, thrusting into her so hard they bounced off the barn wall with every stroke. With a wail, she turned to liquid silk around him, bathing him as he came, shuddering and groaning.
It was the sound of a shotgun being cocked which brought him back to the present.
“Uh-oh,” Jamie said, a bit too much glee present in her tone.
“What’s it gonna be boy?” Jamie’s father asked. “Her virtue or your ass?”