Page 93 of Second Chance with the Rancher

She’d gained a bit of an ass since moving to the ranch—finally. She ate well and changed her exercise routine to more squats, deadlifts and lunges than simply balls-to-the-wall running. But no matter how much she ate, her tits remained the beestings that they’d always been so she decided to take matters into her own hands—or in this case the hands of highly trained plastic surgeons—and go under the knife. It helped with her self-esteem, and she was able to fill out her wedding dress the way she’d always dreamed. She felt no shame in getting the surgery and held her head up high with newfound confidence every time she got dressed and saw that little bit of cleavage she’d envied her sisters over for so many years.

“Fuck, Minx, even with a rubber on, I’m not going to be able to last long. You feel so fucking good.” He tugged on her nipple again, cupping her breast then moved over to the other breast to deliver it the same attention.

She wanted to reach down between her legs, find her clit and get herself there, but his vigorous pounding from behind required her to use both her arms for support.

“Dammit, Minx, you’re so fucking hot,” he pulled out of her again, spun her around, then flopped back to the hay bale himself, beckoning her to climb onto him. “I want to watch you come, baby. Watch you come undone as you squeeze my cock.”

She climbed up onto the hay, straddling him with her knees on either side of his thighs. Her breasts were still out, resting on top of the tight corset top of her dress.

She notched him at her center, squeezed her muscles and slowly sunk down, taking him inch by luscious inch. They both moaned and Nate reached up to cup her breasts. “Minx,” he breathed, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.

Bobbing up and down on his lap, she leaned forward slightly so that her clit rubbed just right against his pubic bone, getting her there faster. The weed was doing the trick and amplifying all the sensations. Her body tingled with pleasure as every inch of his cock filled her up, rubbed and dragged against her inner walls, driving her closer and closer to sweet release.

“You want the finger, Minx?” he asked, his voice hoarse as he approached his own climax.

“Always want the finger,” she said, smiling down at him as she continued to drop her hips. He wiggled the devious finger in front of her, pulling a raspy giggle from the depths of her throat, then he snaked it under her dress and around her backside, pulling some of her arousal from her pussy and up her crease. “Let me in, Minx,” he said, his voice dripping with sex and longing.

He pressed once, then twice and she relaxed her muscles and allowed him to breach her hole.

“Gonna take you here later with my cock,” he said, pushing his finger in further until it was all the way in. She sucked in a sharp breath, having stopped moving so he could do what he needed to do, but once he was in, she started to lift and drop her hips again. Her eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head and her pussy pulsed and spasmed as the need to come drew closer and closer with each rapid beat of her heart.

“Nate,” she murmured, slamming her eyes shut and biting her lip. “So good. It feels so good.”

“That’s right, my wife. Come for me.”

And because she was a dutiful wife who did what she was told—at least when it came to coming when she was already so freaking close—she leaned forward, took his mouth and leaped off the cliff.

Wave after wave of pure unadulterated joy crashed through her from her pussy and clit, her ass and her tits and out into every single cell of her body. Her fingers splayed across his hard chest, then slid down to the blanket he was on, bunching in the fabric with each spasm and clench of her muscles.

Nate’s teeth found her shoulder and he paused beneath her, grunting and breathing heavily as he found his own release. The air from his nostrils hit her shoulder in warm, erratic puffs as he bucked up into her, stayed there for several quick heartbeats, and finally collapsed back to the hay bale as his cock throbbed inside her. They’d yet to go without a condom since they got back together over a year ago, knowing full well what being irresponsible could result in. But she had an IUD and the topic of children wasn’t entirely off the table, so they planned to stop using condoms in a few months.

Because she was high on being married, drinking those delicious lemonades and being more in love and happier than she ever thought possible, Mieka’s orgasm just kept going, then it rolled into a second one that saw her sitting back up on Nate’s lap and riding him like a prize-winning race horse all the way to the finish line again.

Once that second climax shredded her to an unrecognizable version of herself, she collapsed against his chest, exhausted, winded and utterly content with the world.

Nate gently pulled his finger free of her ass and chuckled, the rumble of his laugh like a tractor starting up for the first time after the winter, beneath her ear. “I love you, Minx,” he said, kissing the bite on her shoulder. “I think I might have left a mark that will let our guests—particularly your parents—know just how much I love you.”

Smiling, Mieka lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest. “I don’t care. I want all your bite marks and all your hickeys. We deserve to shout our love from the rooftops, particularly today. Fuck my parents and their prudish ways. Everyone with half a brain cell already knows that we snuck off to have sex. Though, I will admit, I do prefer when your hickeys and bite marks are on my inner thighs, but I’m not going to complain.”

“I’ll make those later,” he said with a growl that she felt right down to her still throbbing clit.

The fingers from his non-butt hand trailed up her bare back. “You’re happy?”

“Blissfully,” she sighed, smiling and closing her eyes. Then it hit her. He was so concerned about her happiness, but she’d never checked in to see if he was happy, too. “Are you happy?” she asked, concern replacing the post-orgasm delirium she’d been feeling a moment ago. She blinked her eyes open and glanced up at him. It was dark in the hayloft, but her eyes had adjusted enough that she could see his face. The brilliant blue of his eyes was muted, but his overall beauty remained.

“So happy, Minx.” He grinned. “Happier than I ever could have imagined.”

The delirium began to return and she smiled again. “Me, too.”

He twitched his slowly softening dick inside her and they both laughed.

“I suppose we should get back to our party?” she mumbled, pressing a kiss to his chest before resting her ear over his heart and closing her eyes. Her heart was so full it was close to bursting, and even though what waited for them back in the tent was all of their loved ones, she was loath to move from this spot of absolute bliss for anything.

“We should probably go make the rounds,” he whispered, sounding half asleep. “Thank each person for coming and all of that.”

Neither of them moved. Neither of them said anything.

Eventually, he slipped free of her and she rolled off him while he removed the condom and tied it off. Silently, Nate got dressed while Mieka tucked her breasts back into her dress and tidied her long fishtail braid as best she could. She probably had hay in it and a big tangled patch at the back of her head, but she didn’t care.

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