Page 15 of Possessive Rancher

Business and pleasure, I want it all. She may not understand completely that she belongs to me once I take her virginity, but she will. I’m falling for her faster than a stone tossed in the lake.

“Don’t move,” I tell her. “I’m going to find something to help us along here.”

I know what I’m looking for, and it doesn’t take long for me to grab a bottle of lotion out of an upstairs bathroom. After connecting my phone to the home’s wifi network, I play some music to complement the mood.

With everything set, I move toward Heather and pull my jeans off, tossing them onto the floor behind me. My gaze traces her every inch, desperate to deliver on every seductive promise I’ve made to her.

She’s in for a night she won’t forget.

8

HEATHER

Hudson moves through the home before returning to the living room where I’m making myself comfortable. I lie on my stomach, waiting to feel what he’s about to do. He sets a bottle of lotion down beside me asTennessee Whiskeyplays softly against the rain.

The roughness of Hudson’s hands as they grip my feet mixed with his strong touch sends soothing sensations traveling up and down my body. He uses his thumb to push against the arch of one foot before making sure to apply the same pressure to the other.

I can’t stop the groans coming out of me as he moves from my feet to my calves. The strength of his fingers moving up the backs of my legs makes my walls moisten as I want him to touch me between my slits and folds. I want him to take my virginity swiftly.

It’s possible the tension building throughout my body doesn’t need quick release as it just needs satisfaction. Angst and practical desperation have me arching my back, spreading my legs to give him room to move inside of me.

Hudson swats my backside before rubbing it. “Keep still, little girl. You’re not the one in charge here. Relax.”

I inhale deeply and exhale a breath as he begins to palm my ass, spreading, kneading, and using his thumbs to rub over the curve into my lower back. He takes his time moving back and forth over my ass before he travels up my back.

When Hudson reaches the back of my neck, the strength of his fingers grazing my scalp draws out a low, long moan.

“That’s right, little girl. Let Daddy make you feel good. Turn over.”

Shit.

I do as he tells me. There has to be some sort of aphrodisiac in Hudson’s voice. The bass in his tone travels straight to my nipples. I want him talking dirty to me all the time.

Facing him as he hovers over my body, straddling me with his thick legs and even thicker cock staring at me as he leans forward. His mouth finds mine, tongue pushing and pulling against me. His lips passionately taste my mouth while his hands massage my breasts.

The anticipation is thick in the air as his hand dances down my torso, inching closer and closer to the apex between my thighs. His mouth still moves over mine. I can feel him smiling as he kisses me.

“Do it, Daddy. Please,” I beg, wanting to feel him touch me, to satisfy me in ways I never expect of any man.

“Is this what you want?” he rasps, lips speaking against mine, with his tongue licking me gently and swiftly across the lips. His finger grazes my clit, rubbing circles around it before he dips it lower to my entrance.

Slickness gathers the more he rubs against me. Hudson grins as I squirm, waiting for him to enter the warmth of my walls. He teases me with blissful anxiety. I want him inside of me, spreading my legs, but I can’t go much wider than they are as he still straddles above me.

“Yes, Daddy, please.”

When Hudson plunges his finger inside of me, I inhale sharply at the pressure, knowing it will be even better when it’s his cock inching inside of me.

The steady strokes of his finger begin rhythmically, coaxing an orgasm out of me. Such sweet release coats his finger. Hudson pulls it out, dragging it between our mouths. We kiss around the flavor of my climax.

When I reach down to touch him, he doesn’t stop me. Hudson lets me grip his shaft, and I tighten my hold before I move my hand up and down.

“You’re not playing fair,” I whisper to him.

“You don’t listen, little girl. I told you to be still and relax. You want this cock so bad, don’t you?”

“More than you know.”

Hudson moves back so he ends up sitting behind my feet. I can see the grin on his face as he pulls himself back against the arm of the sofa.

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