Page 62 of Live, Ranch, Love

Wyatt grins and pulls me over to him so that I’m straddling his hips. I try to ignore the rush of desire slicing through me at the contact of him against me. Especially since he’s hard again. It takes everything to not start rolling my hips. To not lean forward and guide him back in.

“Firstly, it was a joke,” he sneers, hands running up and down my hips. “And secondly, I’m sure you could get used to the occasional insult if it means getting fucked senseless every day.”

Scarily, I think I probably could.

twenty-five

Wyatt

Iwake up to a mess of copper waves in my face. And I fucking love it. Because that hair is attached to Aurora Jones, who’s currently naked in my arms. Who screamed my name as she came all over my cock last night. And my face.

I nuzzle further into her hair, breathing in the citrus smell from her shampoo. Her scent is so invigorating, making me feel alive, just like when I’m around her. She lights up my life in a way I never expected. In a way I didn’t think anyone could.

Aurora shifts against me, starting to wake, and the slight movement of her bare ass against my already hard cock has it throbbing even more. I trail my hand up her stomach, tracing lines and circles over her until I reach her breasts, nipples already peaked. I palm one of her breasts and she sleepily groans, arching her back so that her ass presses into me harder.

It takes every ounce of my self-control to not flip her over, lift her hips, and fuck her right now. I ended up joining her in the shower last night, unable to deal with the thought of her being in there naked, without me beside her. And yet I’m still craving the feel of her pussy clamping around my cock again. The sound of her whimpers against my neck.

But it’s also only four-thirty in the morning, and though my body clock might be hard-wired with the rancher life, I know Aurora could probably use the longer sleep before people start turning up for the retreat tomorrow. So, I stop touching her and tuck my hand around her waist, curling around her more, hoping I can lull her back into her slumber.

Another groan leaves her lips, and she starts rubbing her ass against me slowly. At this rate, I’m going to finish before she’s even opened an eye.

“Go back to sleep, Princess,” I whisper, pressing a kiss against her shoulder. I also realise that I need to get up soon, because I’ve got a ranch that needs me, and I said I’d help Duke out this morning with some big delivery for the bar.

“No.” Aurora just keeps circling her hips, speeding up.

I grit my teeth.

My attention keeps going to where my cock is sliding between her cheeks. Where I’m already on the verge of barrelling into release.

Fine. If she wants to lose sleep, I’m not going to complain.

“Do you want me to touch you, Princess?” I nip her earlobe, making her shudder. “Does your pretty little pussy need me again?”

“Mhm,” she whimpers. Her breath has picked up, pulse quickening in her chest where I’m massaging her breasts. I roll one of her nipples between my fingers. She lets out another whine and grabs my hand, dragging it down between her thighs, forcing my fingers into the wetness pooled there.

Jesus fucking Christ, she’s absolutely dripping.

A growl vibrates in my throat. I don’t hesitate a second before plunging two fingers into her. My patience isn’t good in the morning, and it seems hers isn’t either.

She gasps and reaches out to grab the bedsheets. I use my thumb to circle her clit, causing her body to twitch a little like before. I fucking love the way she squirms and can’t keep control over how her body responds to me, like the pleasure is too much for her.

I’m rubbing my cock harder between her cheeks, using my arm to pin her against me while she practically rides my hand.

“God, Wyatt,” she moans, tipping her head around to me. I lean forward and catch her mouth, the angle meaning I can take her deep, tongues instantly sliding against each other. Hearing her say my name in this context stirs up a primal part of me I didn’t even know I had.

“Is fucking my hand enough for you Princess, or do you need my cock too?” I mumble between kisses.

She nods wildly, waves bouncing. “I need it so badly.” Her eyes have been closed this whole time, but now she opens them, flashing that sparkling hazel at me. She gives me a sleepy smirk. “Please.”

I curse and tear my fingers away from between her legs. “Condom and vibrator. Now.”

She giggles and scrambles through her drawer, pressing back into me as she hands me both. Frantically, I cover myself with the condom, then lift her leg and position myself so that my cock is just touching her entrance.

I hold back though, relishing in the way she starts moving her hips, sliding herself along it, trying to get as much of my cock as she can. But as hot as it is, knowing how much she needs me right now, even I can’t deny us the feeling of when we’re joined.

I always thought Aurora Jones might be my undoing, but never in this way.

Thrusting up into her, I groan into her hair as she gasps. I love the way her pussy has to slowly ease to take all of me, but when I’m finally fully in she fits around me so well. She clamps around me, making it even harder to ensure this lasts. Still, I’m not letting go unless she’s falling with me.

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