Marco couldn't sleep all night; the desire kept him awake, and the taste he had experienced with her only heightened his unrestrained longing. She was learning to trust him, and after the o****m Laura had, she slept in his arms, relaxed and satisfied. Now he was there, holding her while running his fingers along the edge of the panties she wore. He would give an arm to rip that piece off and immerse himself in her, but he couldn't.
When the sun began to rise, he got up, needing something to burn energy. He was in a bad mood and thanked God for having a shipment of corn and salt to receive before 6 in the morning.
When the men started unloading the truck, Marco helped. Some men knew him and noticed the rancher's foul mood. When one of them made a joke, the commotion began.
"What's up, Ma
