Page 22 of Mountain Rancher

The combination of my words and the pressure of my tongue sends her over.

Abigail shatters, and her whole body convulses as she comes with a strangled cry of my name. I work her through it and drink in every drop of her release until she’s pushing at my shoulders, too sensitive for more.

But I’m not done with her yet. Not by a long shot.

I crawl back up her body and position myself between her legs. My cock is painfully hard, the tip weeping with precum.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I tell her, my voice raw with need. “Hard and deep, just like you need it. And I want you bare, baby. I don’t want anything between us.”

Abby’s eyes darken, and she wraps her legs around my waist to pull me closer.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Please, Hunter.”

I line myself up with her entrance. I push just the tip in, watching her face as I stretch her.

“Jesus, Abby, you’re so tight.” I push in a little more, then pull back out, teasing us both. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.” She gasps as she pulls me closer with her legs. “Please, Hunter, I need you inside me.”

That’s all I need to hear. I thrust forward and bury myself to the hilt in one smooth motion. We both cry out at the sensation. Me at the tight, wet heat enveloping my cock, and her at the sudden fullness.

“Fuck,” I grunt and hold still for a moment to let her adjust. “You feel so fucking good around me. So perfect.”

I start to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust is punctuated by the sound of skin against skin and the soft, desperate noises Abby makes. I set a punishing rhythm, rough and deep, just like I promised.

“You take my cock so well,” I praise, watching the place where our bodies join. “Your pussy’s gripping me so tight. It feels amazing, baby.”

Abby moans and digs her nails into my shoulders.

“You like that, honey?” I slow my thrusts to grind against her clit. “You like it when I tell you how good your tight little pussy feels around my cock?”

Instantly, her face flushes in embarrassment.

Abby’s always been a good girl. But I want to hear her say filthy things. I want to break through every wall she’s built.

“Yes.” Her voice is barely audible over the storm. “I like it.”

“Louder,” I demand, giving her a particularly hard thrust that makes her gasp. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I like it!” she cries out, her inhibitions crumbling. “I like when you talk to me like that.”

I reward her honesty with a series of deep, grinding thrusts that hit that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.

“That’s my girl.” I lean down to capture her mouth in a messy kiss.

I can feel her tightening around me again as her second orgasm builds. I slip a hand between us to circle her clit with mythumb, applying just the right pressure to push her toward the edge.

“Come for me again, Abby.” As I say the words, my own release builds at the base of my spine. “Come on my cock this time. I want to feel you squeeze me when you come.”

Something in my words, or maybe my eyes, breaks the last of her resistance. She comes with a cry that might be my name as her entire body spasms around me. Her pussy clamps down on my cock like a vise, the rhythmic pulsing nearly sending me over the edge with her.

“That’s it,” I praise as I work her through it. “Jesus, Abby, you’re so fucking beautiful when you come. So goddamn perfect.”

I start moving faster and chase my own release now. The sight of Abby beneath me, combined with the wet heat of her body, is too much. I feel my orgasm barreling toward me like a freight train.

“I’m gonna come.” My rhythm falters as I get closer. “Fuck, Abby, you feel so good.”

With a final, powerful thrust, I bury myself deep inside her and let go. My whole body shudders with the force of it, pleasure radiating from every nerve ending.

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