Ride In My Big Green Tractor Novels & Stories

CeCe takes Max out to the bathroom a final time, tops off his water bowl, before we load up and head for the city. River drives that minivan with style. He also hits the high notes on the kiddie songs on the way. Clay turns a simple afternoon drive into a race. His truck leaves our minivan in the dust. River is in the hot seat with his mate by his fast driving, in the rain, with the cubs in the car. Maybe today won’t be mating season in their house after all. Or it may just prove to be the best one of all.

“So I could take you home.” “How?” “Just get in. I took you in it the other time.” “When?” “That time you were....Right..you passed out. Get in and seat. And see how it works” Dr. Green urged her to get in. She get in. Dixon turned to Dr. Green. “I’d to say this, be ready.” He nodded and got into the car as well. He sat down, watching Maeve twitched uncomfortably on the seat. “Your seatbelt?”

Suddenly, my pants feel a little too tight. Luckily, my workhorse of a Ford F-450 Super Duty King Ranch comes into view, huge compared to the city folks’ cars parked along the street in front of and behind it. I’d given her a good washing before coming to get Harper, but there is still a little bit of dirt clinging to the mud flaps. Harper gives a low whistle. “Is that yours?” she asks, pointing right at Big Bertha.

The colors light pink and orange-yellow meshed together perfectly in the sky as the sun touched the horizon. I looked at him, he wasn't paying attention to the beautiful scenario presented to us. He was taking things out of the vehicle we came from, which I just noticed was a truck. The truck was a 2019 Chevrolet Silverado 3500HD. I suddenly envy Adrien a bit now. "Hunter!" He yelled my name, immediately snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at him a little confused on why he called me, and he motioned me to walk towards him. I obliged.

“I’ve been wanting to ride the Tristan train since it was highly illegal.” His chest has started to heave. “Did you now?” Contritely, I duck my head and look up at him through my lashes. “Uh-huh.” I rake my breasts side to side against his chest, his rumble vibrating my stiff nipples. “And I still don’t really know what it means to ride the Tristan train. You have to teach me, Big Daddy.”

“Hey Tim.” “Hey. What’s going on?” “Did you see the quote I sent?” I tuck the phone against my ear, pull on my kneepads to return to my work. “The tractor belongs to my boss, Grace. She says it worked last month, but when she tried to start it a few days ago, it wouldn’t turn over, so she called someone to look at it.” “And that’s the quote they gave her? For a Massey Ferguson tractor, that’s criminal.”

The truck’s body suddenly shook violently from Green Dragon’s kicking, making some clattering sound, as if it was going to fall apart at any time. “It’s working! Of course, it’s still working. I usually drive this car to go around. I even washed it just to receive you guys!” Trine was a little embarrassed and did his best to explain. Looking at the thick rust on the truck and the fender that was about to fall off, Green Dragon could only agree helplessly. After all, if they didn’t take this truck, they would have to carry the dark steel coffin physically.

he muttered, but I couldn't stop myself because every time he thrust into me, I imagined that the stranger with his back to me was the one pounding me. And when he suddenly turned around, my eyes nearly popped out of my head at how huge he was. While his hair was slicked back by the shower's wet stream, he casually held his package, stroking the thick vein that ran down its extraordinary length. It was huge, dangerously long, and throbbing slightly in his grip. My breath hitched in my throat; seeing the actual size of his d1ck up close completely stalled my brain. His d1ck wasn't just big—it was massive, a perfect masterpiece that looked heavy enough to break me with pure pleasure.

Whitney I've been anxious since I heard his truck pull in the driveway. It's not overly loud, but loud enough. I'm pretty sure he doesn't have one of those annoying mufflers like Trevor put on his. Like all of the things they share in life, they both have a love for big trucks. Both blacked out with chrome, but Ryan's is lifted a little higher to accommodate his height. Trevor makes jokes about how Ryan has little man syndrome, but I know better. A flash of heat runs through my body as I think about his size. God, I miss the feeling he gave me as he thrust into me that night, the welcome weight of him laying on top of me, the way our eyes locked when he made me come. Damn, it's hot in here n

“Absolutely. Get in.” Even in such dire conditions, Chloe couldn’t help finding amusement in watching Tristan fold his oversized body into the front seat of her Toyota Echo. She gave him credit for doing it with no complaints. After pointing out the levers that would adjust the seat to give him more head and leg room, she started the car.