Page 35 of Rancher's Strength

“Does that mean you think of me a lot when you’re having alone time?” The man smirked; I hated it when he smirked. He did it when he knew he’d gotten to me, and while I always liked the outcome, it wasn’t fair he could read me so well. My arms were wrapped around him, and for a second, it was just the two of us again, like nothing had ever come between us.

“Only every time I use my toys—maybe even when I was with someone else. I might be a little hung up on you,” I said with a shrug.

“Really? I’m shocked.” His mockery made me want to wring his neck. Instead, I punched him in the shoulder. “Okay, well, how about I give you the real thing tonight?”

He reached up and grabbed the back of my hair, pulling my head away from him. His face had changed from content to almost angry in seconds. “And Lex, don’t ever fucking talk about someone else when you’re grinding your pussy against my cock, understand?” His low tone sent a shiver through me, and I nodded and bit my bottom lip. “You were mine then, and you’re mine now. Don’t ever forget it.” This was the man I remembered and the one I needed desperately.

Ryder crushed his lips to mine, and it felt as if he sucked all the air from my chest; all I could do was sigh into his mouth, letting my body melt into his. He was so take-charge, consistently trying to protect me. Now, the part of him I thought I had lost all those years ago was coming back into the light, and I wanted to show him exactly how much I appreciated him.

Slowly breaking the kiss, I whispered into his lips, “Sit down.” He grinned as he slowly sank into one of the rocking chairs, and I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him. His eyes stayed on me as I undid his belt, and he lifted his hips off the chair to slowly slide his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, freeing his massive cock. He was primed and ready, a bit of pre-cum leaking from his tip that I immediately licked off, tasting his saltiness before sliding my fingers around his shaft.

I kept my eyes on his as I slid my mouth over his cock, flicking my tongue against his shaft as I pumped my fist and sucked in the same motion. His eyes fluttered closed as he let out a groan. I loved it when he gave himself to me and let me feel in control. But I knew it was always short-lived with Ryder.

He gripped the back of my head, forcing me to meet his heated gaze. “Lexie, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come, and I need to taste this sweet pussy first.”

In one fell swoop, he stood, hooking his hands under my legs and lifting me effortlessly. The movement pressed my core against him as he carried me to the railing and set me down. Grabbing my shirt, he made quick work of removing it from my body, and the cool night air made goosebumps ripple across my skin. My bra was off faster than my brain could process it, and then Ryder’s mouth was on me. He sucked and nipped at my nipple, pulling a moan from my lips as my head tipped back. If I was being honest, I’d imagined this more times than I could count—days, nights, even the occasional afternoon—and now, here we were, together again. This was only going to complicate matters, but I didn’t care. I needed this man.

He pulled his mouth away from my sensitive nipple, and the cool night air blowing over it made a shiver run down my back. Ryder was on his knees in front of me, his hands on my thighs as he slid them underneath my skirt, my panties already soaked just from sucking his cock and his hands on me.

With expert hands, he lifted my legs so my ankles hooked over his shoulders. I gripped the railing so I wouldn’t topple backward into the flowerbed. He leaned over, pushing my dress up so the only thing between us was the silk of my panties. He quickly pushed them aside before hooking a finger inside of me. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out, my body ready for so much more.

With an almost sinister smile, he dipped his head low, running his tongue along my wet slit. His eyes never left mine as he dove in, adding his tongue along with his swirling finger.

My hands aching from holding onto the railing, I moved them to the back of his head for support. I tried to keep myself steady, but his touch was almost too much, my wholebody shaking as pressure built in my spine, and I gave into my orgasm that came hard and fast. “Ryder, oh, god,” I cried out as I shuddered again around his fingers. He didn’t say a word. He just chuckled against my pussy, and the vibration almost sent me into orbit.

When he’d wrung me out, he lifted his head, my wetness shining on his chin in the moonlight. I expected him to lift me off the railing, but he didn’t stop; he kept going, adding another finger as he lowered his head again and sucked hard on my clit, lapping up every bit of my arousal.

It didn’t take long for another orgasm to build, sparks shooting through my body as I gripped his hair tightly, the intense pleasure he was giving soaring through me.

Just as I thought I’d finished coming down from my high, Ryder’s lips were on mine, letting me taste my salty sweetness as he pulled me closer to his hard body. In a flurry of kisses, we peeled the rest of our clothes off as I grabbed the blanket off the bench and flipped it out onto the porch floor.

“Ryder,” I moaned as I pressed his head closer to me.

“I need to be in you,” he mumbled.

“Then get at it, sweetheart.” Reaching for his hand, I sank to the floor, pulling him down with me until his massive body hovering over mine, his cock pressing against my wet pussy that I so badly wanted to feel him inside of me.

He fumbled with his jeans, trying not to break our kiss as he pulled a foil packet from his pocket. “Do you always have that in there?” I asked breathlessly, trying not to sound overly jealous, but I was. I hated every woman he’d had in the three years we were apart, and I hated myself for letting there be other women.

“Well, I was hoping I’d get to use this one with you tonight,” he said with a smile before opening the packet and sliding the latex over his massive cock. He teased my wet entrance, only putting the head of his cock in and then pulling it out. I groanedin frustration, and he laughed. “You want more of this, Lexie?” he asked as he knelt back, and I felt the absence of his closeness.

“Yes, please.” Looking up at him, he towered over me, dark hair scattered across his chest, leading down his stomach like an arrow pointed at his cock.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he said with a grin before filling me to the hilt. I gasped at the familiar fullness that I’d missed so much, gripping his shoulders as he slowly rocked against my hips. But I knew neither of us wanted it slow. It had been too damn long, and we both needed the release.

“Fuck, just like I remember. Lex, I’m not sure I’ll be able to last long; this is the only thing I’ve dreamed of for the last three years.” He groaned in my ear.

I wrapped my legs around his back, and he pulled me up so I was sitting on his thighs. We never separated, and I wasn’t sure how he got into this position, but I wasn’t about to obsess over it. I pressed my breasts against his warm chest, and his hands gripped my ass cheeks.

Digging my nails into his back, I let my body relax into his as my orgasm shattered through me, leaving every part me shaking. “Ryder,” I cried out into the night as my orgasm overwhelmed me. The world went quiet. My pulse pounded in my ears, and there was nothing except him and me, as close as two people could be.

“That’s it, Lexie. Give it to me. I want to feel you come hard around my cock again. Let me feel you,” he growled, ramming harder against me. “Lean back.” He ordered, and I loosened my grip on him. He slid his hands up my back and took the weight off me.

“Fuck, Lexie. That’s a beautiful sight,” he murmured, thrusting harder as he watched my tits bounce. A deep, tingling sensation formed at the base of my spine. I’d never needed anyone like I needed this man. My legs began to shake, andI ground my clit against the hand he’d slipped between us as I came to a shuttering climax. “I’m coming, oh god, Ryder, please,” I begged as another orgasm rolled through my body, and I spasmed around his cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Rid me. Take what you need.” He thrust into me and roared as he emptied himself. Even through the condom, I could feel him spilling, filling it up with everything he had. He rests his head on my shoulder as he tries to slow down his ragged breathing.

We crashed down onto the blanket, barely able to move as my breath came out slow and shallow. My fingers danced along his back. “That was amazing,” he whispered into the shell of my ear, our bodies still connected as he held me close.

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