Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
He really missed this. Missed her. He was a dumbass for being too focused on his business to spend time with her.
A mistake that wouldn’t happen again. If the ranch hired him on full-time, he hoped it would give him even more free time in the near future.
But the future was just that and he needed to remain in the here and now.
With the woman wearing a sundress.
She loved to wear them, and he loved when she did. They gave him easy access for quickies. Like today. “Are you wearing panties?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” She cleared her throat when her voice caught on that very simple answer.
“Give them to me.”
She reached under her sundress and shimmied out of her panties, then held them out to him.
She wasn’t lying. They were soaked. Simply from her giving him head.
He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. “I’m keeping these,” he announced, tucking them into the front pocket of his jeans. “Since we’re not supposed to be up here, I can’t spend the time needed to turn your ass a cherry red before fucking you. I can’t spend the time making a proper meal out of your cunt. So, I’ll fill it, instead. For the rest of the ranch tour, I want your pussy full of me. I want my cum making your inner thighs so slick, they slide together easily when you walk.”
With any other woman, he’d don a condom, especially with so many in the basket within reach, but Erin was on birth control. They had stopped using condoms a few months after they began to hook up.
Even though they weren’t officially exclusive, they both agreed that if either had sex with anyone else, they would use protection.
He trusted her to keep their word. She did the same.
Whether she had sex with anyone else in the last few years, he didn’t know. He also didn’t ask since it wasn’t his business.
He couldn’t be possessive if they weren’t exclusive. If he demanded that from her, she could demand the same from him.
Again, he had certain tastes she couldn’t satisfy, even if she wanted to.
“Bend over the spanking bench, pull up your skirt and show me how wet you are.”
Without hesitation, she immediately bent over the bench and flipped her skirt up and over her back, exposing her perfectly shaped ass and her shaved cunt.
The dark pink center glistened and called to him.
He shoved his jeans down even further and with each stroke of his cock, he squeezed out another drop of precum. Within two steps, he was behind her, dragging the crown between her plump, smooth lips. “Want me to fill you with my cock, darlin’?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.
“Want me to fill you with my cum?”
“Yes, Sir,” she repeated, her nails digging into the vinyl padding of the spanking bench.
He slapped his cock against her clit a couple of times before lining up the slick, blunt tip and pressing forward.
She stretched around him, easily accommodating his girth and length within her silky heat. Her pussy clenched around him in an attempt to draw him even deeper.
He obliged.
“Give me access to your tits,” he ordered.
With her palms planted on the bench, she lifted her torso. He slipped the straps of her sundress off her shoulders, reached around and snagged both nipples between his fingers, twisting as hard as he could.
It was no surprise that she wore no bra. Her tits were perky because they were on the smaller side. But they fit her petite frame perfectly.
Truthfully, he didn’t care how big they were. He didn’t discriminate. Large and heavy or just a handful. He loved them all.
“Sir,” she cried out, squeezing his cock planted deep inside her.
He twisted them again, making her toss back her head, pelting him with her long hair.
He drove his cock fast and deep, at the same time tugging on her hard nipples. If he had been thinking straight, he would’ve put her on her back so he could wrap his lips around them and sink his teeth deep into her soft flesh.
Next time.
“Sir,” she groaned over the sharp slapping of their skin.
“That’s it, darlin’. Take every inch of me. Do you want it harder?”
“Yes, Sir,” she hissed.
“Deeper?”
“Yes, Sir… please.”
With gritted teeth, he abandoned her tits to grab her hair again with one hand and her hip with the other, so he could slam into her as hard as he could.
He was pleased that the custom-made spanking bench was holding up against the pounding. Maybe that should be his job on the ranch: equipment tester.
He grinned but quickly lost it when the tiny ripples grew in intensity, telling him she was close.
The second she came, he would quickly follow.
They needed to hurry before they did get caught. Not only did he not want to blow a potential job opportunity by selfishly using a playroom without permission, but fucking the woman Dylan used to date—no matter how long ago it was—could potentially cause issues.