Page 7 of Possessive Rancher

My tongue swipes over hers and she returns the same amount of passion. The more we get into the kiss, the harder I get. My dick wants this to end one way, but I know better than that.

I break away from the kiss. I lick her lips for good measure and shake my head. “Little girl, the only time you’re gonna see mine is when you’re ready to put it inside of you. Now go on and wash up before I taste that pussy you got on display. Might as well put it on a plate for me.”

“Well, shit.” She pants out of breath and stares at me with lust in her eyes. “Eat me up, Daddy.”

4

HEATHER

Hudson’s cock tenting under his towel does something to me.

I’ve never wanted someone more. He takes my turn of phrase to heart, dropping to his knees right in front of me. We’re still standing in the doorway.

A drive through the night, touring his land on ATVs, and my uncontrollable flirting has my pussy inches away from his face. I don’t want him to taste me like this.

“I need a shower,” I tell him.

“Hush,” he answers with a sly smile. “You need a good lickin’ for the way that mouth of yours runs on a rampage.”

I gulp and wonder what the sensation will feel like. Hudson leans in close, so close I can feel his breath on my clit.

“Go on and spread them legs for Daddy.”

Oh god, he’s hot. That voice commands obedience like none I’ve ever heard before. I part them and he moves his face closer. When I feel the firm press of his mouth against my clit, I’m ready to crumble.

I have to hold onto his shoulders as he moves his mouth over my mound, licking between my folds and then sliding inside of my entrance.

My voice stutters as I try to find the words to say how good this feels when he abruptly pulls his mouth off me. He stands up, erection hard, and a wet spot where the tip of his cock is.

I want to touch it, see it, feel it.

“There, now we’re even,” he says with a smile and a wink.

“Wait a minute. What?” My confusion mingles with this pent-up sexual energy that needs release, and I want him to release it.

“If I’m going to my room hard as a rock, it’s only right you feel the same. It’s fair now. Isn’t that what you wanted?” he teases and walks into his room.

Oh no, he didn’t.

I storm after him, charging into the room. He’s sitting on his bed, legs spread and cock on full display. I narrow my gaze and excitement charges through the air. It’s at least seven, maybe eight inches of firm flesh luring me to get closer.

There’s no way I can let him get the best of me. He’s had a taste and it’s only right I have mine.

“I know that look in your eyes, little girl. You ain’t gonna win. Not only do I outweigh you, you’d probably hurt yourself trying to fight me just to get your lick back.”

“I’m tougher and stronger than you think,” I tell him. It’s more than a lick I want. It’s a yearning I can’t put my finger on, but I want to taste him, lick him, swallow every inch of his thick cock until I choke on it.

“Oh, I know it. You got some fight in ya. It takes grit to drive all the way out here to Conklin for an interview at a place you ain’t bother to research. Just taking my drunk word for it. Now go on and get your shower before you start something you ain’t ready to finish.”

“Make me,” I challenge him.

Hudson brings his tall frame to his feet and comes toward me. The adrenaline coursing through my veins is pumping blood everywhere. My nipples are hard and I’m soaking wet. Whatever he’s about to do, I don’t care so long as it involves him touching me.

“I’m gonna have to do something about that mouth of yours, little girl.” He hooks his finger toward me, but I duck under him and dodge inside the room beside his bed.

Hudson closes the door behind him and grins seductively. He stalks me, taking a few steps to close the distance, and there’s nowhere for me to go except across the bed.

The minute I try to jump on and across it, the softness takes me by surprise. It gives Hudson just enough time to grip me by the ankles and pull me toward the edge.

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