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I speed up, feeling the veins bulge in my neck, driving us both to the edge. I lock on to her face as her eyes lock on to mine.

“God, don’t do that.” I throw my head back for a moment as her inner muscles start to milk me. I’m not going to last. I can’t hold out.

“I want… Ohh!” Her eyes roll back, and I lean forward, giving her more. Faster, faster, as the pain of my own denial bolts from my balls to the tip of my erection. The ejaculation threatens every second, the longer we are connected. “You…” More breaths as her lips fall open, hands fly above her head, back arched, and I’m losing control. “To come with me.Inside me.”

The last words are my undoing.

“Fuck, Maria. Fuck.” The words stick in my throat. I want this to go on and on, but her body begins to twist.

Her orgasm rips through her, and I drop her legs, blanketing her with my body and crushing my mouth to hers. Taking her screams as my own climax begins to overtake me.

My hands move above her head to find her fingers, entwining, joining us together. I want us connected in every way I can find in this moment.

I inhale her breath through our kiss, taking it in as she pulses around my cock, drawing more cum from me. I want this moment to last forever.

Finally, I empty myself into her, unable to hold back any longer from what’s been building all day. But it’s more than just my cum. It’s my fucking soul. It’s hers now, forever.

When we finally break our kiss, her breath is sweet and warm in my nose, her face pink and glowing. The wetness where our bodies are connected drips down my balls as my cock throbs and tries to find the energy for another round, already wanting her again. I hold her like that for minutes, silent, yet speaking volumes.

When she lifts her hips ever so slightly into me, my heart races. I can’t ever imagine tiring of this woman wanting me. I’m addicted to her already, and I never dreamed in a thousand dreams that someone like her would want someone like me. But she does. For some reason, she does. And it ignites the fire in my belly until nothing matters but this. What we are right now. The way it should be. Together.

I twitch inside her, and a delicate gasp crosses her lips as her eyes flicker. Any of my erection that was lost roars back to life.

“I need…” I trail off, unsure just how to explain what I’m feeling.

“More,” she whispers as I sink my teeth into the softest part of the crook of her neck. “More and more.”

“Always,” I answer into her flesh. “There will always be more for you, Maria. As long as I live.”

Chapter9

Maria

By the time my dad pulls back toward the barn, my head is swimming. I barely speak as Ranger and a couple of the farmhands finish loading up the trailer in record time.

It’s nearly noon. Dad got a ride into town and a loaner truck from the body shop, then headed here to pick me up along with the rest of the hay. When I woke this morning, to the sound of the rooster crowing and the mouthwatering scent of bacon, I found my dress and panties freshly laundered and laid out on the foot of the bed. I dressed, not sure how he found the time to wash and dry my clothes, then followed the smell of food to find Ranger cooking me a proper country breakfast.

I can still feel him inside me, even now. Not surprising, since he spent the better part of the night there, fucking me into another dimension.

A fresh blush rises on my cheeks as I glance down and notice the clear outline of an erection still filling the front of those faded jeans. The thought that I put it there, that this cowboy is thinking about me and getting hard and ready, is like some dream, except it’s my reality. I look away, embarrassed not by the sex but by my own need for this connection. My dad is making small talk with a couple of the guys as they tie down the load, and a cool breeze whips my hair around my shoulders. So different now, after the storm. So calm.

“Ready?” Dad calls to me, and I watch Ranger’s lips tighten.

I force a smile. “Yep.”

I don’t want to go. I look back toward the white farmhouse where Ranger made love to me all night and feel a sense of loss that I’m leaving.

It makes no sense to break that spell, but it’s going to happen, whether I like it or not.

Ranger steps forward and speaks to my father in a low voice. I watch as my dad looks up at him with a drawn brow. Ranger’s hands go down into his front pockets, and I chuckle under my breath at how he shifts uncomfortably.

After a moment, my father nods, and Ranger offers his hand. They shake firmly, my dad’s eyes darting to me, then back to Ranger.

Dad shoots me a quick smile as he opens the driver’s side door and hops into the truck, leaving me standing confused as Ranger steps my way, stopping only inches from me with his hands coming to cup my cheeks.

“See you for dinner, Little Bit.” Ranger’s voice sends chills down the backs of my legs.

“I have to work…”

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