Page 76 of Wrangled Love

Only then does he pause, his breath ragged as he rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby,” he warns.

“Good. I hate when the stakes are boring.”

I drop to my knees, heat pulsing beneath my skin. My eyesland on Jensen’s cock straining behind his boxers. Not wanting to wait a second longer, I slip my hand between us and trace his dick with a featherlight touch.

The scent of sweat and hay clings to him, and it’s ridiculously sexy. I bite my lip, aching with how badly I want him like this—dirty, rugged, every inch a cowboy.

His gaze remains locked on me as I slowly drag down his underwear, his cock standing at attention. He lets out a sharp inhale when I curl my fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. I move my hand along his shaft in measured strokes, keeping my pace steady when precum leaks from the tip. I lean in, flicking my tongue over the tip before licking it clean.

“Fuck, you’re driving me wild,” Jensen groans.

I lift my hooded eyes, smirking. “I’m only getting started, cowboy.”

“Show me.”

He winds his fingers through my hair and pushes the tip against my mouth. I eagerly oblige his silent invitation, wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking the head.

“Holy hell,” he curses softly, his hand tightening in my hair.

I groan, the sound reverberating around his dick. He rocks his hips forward, and I take in a sharp inhale through my nose. Sensing that I’m struggling, he strokes the column of my neck.

“Open that throat and take me deeper,” he says, his tone guttural.

Jensen’s commanding presence sets every nerve in my body on fire, leaving my panties soaked. It’s electrifying to be with someone who knows exactly what I’m craving. He makes surrender a thrilling escape that leaves me wanting nothing more than to please him.

I hollow my cheeks, swallowing hard around him as his shaft pulses forward, pushing farther down until the head is at the back of my throat.

“Such a good fucking girl for me,” he praises, and I hum around him.

Jensen lets me take control of the pace while I adjust, and it’s unexpectedly sweet. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth as though it’s taking every ounce of effort to keep himself in check—the opposite of what I want. No, I want to push him to the brink until he loses every ounce of control.

My fingers curl around the base of his cock, holding him steady as I run my tongue along his shaft, applying pressure to the vein. His body tenses as I swirl my tongue around the crown and back down his length, never slowing my pace.

“I’m going to come,” he grunts.

I lean forward, pushing his head back down my throat. Tears sting at the corner of my eyes, but I don’t let that deter me as he fucks my mouth with abandon, growling in approval as my swollen lips bob up and down around his shaft at the rapid pace we’ve set. I wrap my free hand around his balls, squeezing gently.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans as his muscles tighten. “You’re going to swallow every drop,” he orders, his grip around my neck relaxing.

I nod the best I can as his cock jerks under my hand. He doesn’t look away as I lap up every drop, licking him clean.

When I’ve finished, his cock springs free from my mouth with apop.

“You’re so damn pretty on your knees,” he murmurs reverently.

I bite my lower lip, warmth blooming in my chest. I’m addicted to his praise and the way he takes charge, showing that he knows exactly what I crave and how to give it to me—right down to the commanding tone he uses when telling me to swallow.

Jensen draws me out of my thoughts as he wipes a bead of cum dripping down my chin. With my gaze locked on his, I grab his wrist and run my tongue over his finger, licking it clean.

“That’s my girl,” he croons.

When I’m finished, he reaches down and pulls me to my feet. Being with him leaves me dizzy, a rush from every possessive glance and touch, etched into my skin and impossible to shake. I crave his praise and the way his magnetic energy takes over when we’re alone—it’s everything I’ve imagined, but never experienced until now.

He tucks his semi-hard cock back inside his boxers and pulls up his pants, zipping them in place. His eyes meet mine as he smooths my hair with a tenderness that steals my breath, then kisses my temple.

“Coming back after a long day of baling hay is a whole lot more enjoyable when you’re waiting for me. Now it’s my time to—” Jensen cuts himself off at the sound of a truck pulling in front of the barn.

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