Page 24 of Possessive Rancher

Hudson frees one of his hands from underneath me and dips it between us, undoing my jeans and grabbing my mound. My eyes widen and he smirks. I respond in kind, unlocking my hands from behind his neck to reach into his pants to grab his budding erection.

Before he can say anything, I start to move my hand up and down. It’s too dry so I pull it out and spit on my hand before going back in. Hudson groans as his fight withers away under my hand’s movement.

However, it’s only temporary as he starts moving his own fingers over my slit, diving inside of me to finger me while I jerk him off. Soon, waves of lust crash over me. A distraction just long enough to where he can unwrap my legs from around him and flip me over onto my belly.

My knees are on the floor as my body presses into the couch cushion. Hudson yanks my jeans down and leans over my back. He kisses me before telling me, “Still think you’re going to win this fight?”

“I’ve already won,” I tell him just as he rubs the tip of his cock at my entrance and drives inside of me. A yelp and moan escape my throat when he starts moving in and out of me at a pace where I’m certain we won’t last long.

“This is what you wanted,” he rasps between pumps and a slap across my ass before he grabs it to drive himself in faster, deeper.

“Yes, Daddy,” I manage to squeak out.

Our grunts mimic our rhythm as he dives in and out of my snug walls. “You just want Daddy’s dick all the time, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He thrusts in and out of me.

In and out.

Slaps my ass.

In and out.

Reaches around to play with my clit.

In and out.

I try to shift my arms to get better leverage. I feel like he’s winning and I have to do something. Hudson is definitely going to win as he grabs my wrists with one hand.

“You’re going to take this how I give it to you, little girl. Ain’t that right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck me, this pussy feels good. Perfect for me,” he inhales sharply before pulling out and bending down to run his tongue over my entrance.

The shift is overloading my senses. Hudson licks my pussy, sucking on my clit for a few seconds before he presses his cock back inside of me. Oh god.

This feels too good. It’s like an explosion waiting to go off.

“Yeah, come all over Daddy’s dick. Let it go, Heather.”

The words trigger the climax inside of me that’s been waiting for release since I woke up this morning. Hudson continues to stroke, in and out of me, his thickness filling me up as his own release comes.

Panting and finishing up whatever this is, Hudson falls back to sit on the floor. I reach between my legs to feel his liquid release spilling out of me. I rub it and slide my finger in and out of my swelling walls.

I see Hudson just watching with his head tilting to the side. I tell him, “I like the way this feels.”

“I like the way you feel,” he says. “Take those pants off if you really want to have a go. We can move all this furniture out the way.”

“You’re on, Daddy.”

We tussle and play with each other, make love, eat, wrestle, and make love again, and while I know Hudson is letting me have my way with him, it makes me understand why people are so obsessed over sex.

We can’t stop doing this. I never want to and I don’t want to do it with anyone else.

By the time we tire ourselves out, Hudson’s chest and back are red from where I’ve been holding onto him. My hair is a mess and I look at the time to see we’ve been at this all day.

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