Free Dirty, Sexy, Taboo by Alexx Andria Page B

was hotter than anyone I’d ever met in Los Angeles and that place was filled with good-looking guys. Of course, a lot of them were douchebags but whatever, it was L.A.
    There was something about Chase that just did it for me. To be honest, one look at Chase and I knew I had to have him.
    And I was tired of waiting.
    “My parents are going over to Emmettville to play Bunco tonight; you want to come over and watch a movie or something?” he asked, casting me a hopeful look that made me want to strip him bare right there in the feed-and-seed parking lot. “I mean, I know that’s not as exciting as whatever they do in L.A. but I make a mean batch of popcorn.”
    I laughed. “Well, how can I resist an offer like that? Sure, I’d love to. Should I bring anything?” Condoms? Lube? Rope?
    “Naw, I got everything,” he said. “You got something you can write the address down with?”
    I pulled a pen from my purse and handed it to him with my palm outstretched. When he looked at me as if to ask if I was sure I wanted him to scribble on my hand, I said, “I can’t lose my hand, right? Wait, what am I saying, this is farm country.” I smiled to show that I was teasing and he grasped my hand with a chuckle and jotted the address down. The feel of the pen scratching across my sensitive palm made me shiver. “See you tonight, country boy,” I said, popping from the tailgate and shouldering my purse. “I’m looking forward to this mean batch of popcorn. Hope it doesn’t disappoint.”
    He chuckled and waved before climbing into his truck and rumbling out of the parking lot.
    He had no idea what I had in store for him.
    And it had nothing to do with popcorn.
     
    When I arrived at his parent’s ranch, I smiled at the quaint farmhouse with the wrap-around porch and porch swing. It looked like a set for a movie scene that called for “stereotypical Americana.” My friends back home would’ve taken a picture on the swing to post on their social media accounts as if it were an attraction at an amusement park. The screen door screeched like a whore who’d been stiffed her money, and I made a mental note that sneaking up on anyone in this house would be downright impossible. “A little grease would do wonders for you, my friend,” I murmured before knocking.
    Chase appeared, looking freshly showered, wearing a faded t-shirt that molded to every ridge of his six-pack abs and I wondered how long I’d have to wait before jumping his bones.
    “You look…good,” he said, stumbling all over himself in his appreciation of my look that night. And well he should. My tits were practically spilling from the tight, tied-off shirt that showed off my flat belly and sparkling belly button jewel and my Daisy Dukes were so short my pussy lips were practically showing. I grinned up at him, loving how much taller he was than me and sauntered past him. He closed the door and hurried after me as I appeared to admire his home. In truth, I was just looking for his bedroom. I only had three hours before my parents were going to get home from their date night and I wanted to be well and truly fucked by that point.
    I turned to face him abruptly. “Chase…do you think I’m pretty?” I asked, gazing up at him with wide, trusting eyes.
    He swallowed and shoved his hands deep inside his pockets. “Y-yes.”
    A slow smile spread across my lips as I sensed my victory. Soon I would have that luscious country boy on top of me, thrusting away as if his life depended on it. “What do you like about me?” I asked innocently as I started to untie my shirt. His eyes bugged as I tossed the shirt, revealing my bra-less breasts to his full stare. “Is it my tits?” I asked, pinching the nipples so they hardened into proud, pebbled tips. Then I wiggled out of my Daisy Dukes, revealing thong panties that barely covered my bare pussy lips. “Or is it my pussy?”
    “Holy Jesus,” he breathed, the words tumbling out in a shocked whisper as he stared,