Page 8 of Possessive Rancher

“You caught me now, Daddy. What are you gonna do about it?” I tease him, moving my hair away from my breasts, hoping to distract him. I don’t know what game this is we’re playing, but I want to win.

“I’m gonna give you that lickin’ I promised.” Hudson moves swiftly, yanking me toward him so he can scoop me into his arms. His fingers tickle me along the side of my belly, which sends me into a fit of giggles.

I wriggle uncontrollably to get him to let me go, but he manages to keep me still enough where he sits on the edge of the bed and lays me on his lap. His dick presses against my stomach and my bare ass bends over the side of his legs.

The first swat of his hand across my backside mimics the thunder of the storm raging outside, but there’s something already brewing between us. I let out a startling gasp because I enjoy it.

“You dirty little girl,” he mumbles, rubbing the freshly spanked cheek that I’m sure is as red as the freckles covering it. He swats my ass again and rubs the area, moving down to my exposed pussy.

He groans out, with his voice deep, “Tell me how much you like it.”

I can barely get the words out, but still, I tell him, “I like it.”

I whimper under his touch just as he spanks me again. This time, when he rubs, he runs his fingers through my moistening slit, dipping one inside and drawing out a gasp and moan of pleasure I never knew my body was capable of feeling.

“This isn’t fair,” my words finally find my voice. “Don’t leave me like this, Daddy.”

“You started this, but I’ll finish it.” Hudson moves me off his lap and onto the bed where he grips me by my thighs, wrapping his arms under them and bringing me to the edge.

His mouth descends on my pussy like he’s never going to eat another meal. He tastes me, letting his tongue do wild movements that make me want to unleash the dams of an orgasm held back by the levies of my virginity.

The sheets are coming off the corners of the mattress as I grip them with every gushing feeling of ecstasy Hudson delivers with his tongue.

His mouth is a magical tool that I want to use over and over again. When he darts it in and out of my entrance before dropping down to taste me everywhere, my eyes close and I give in to the flooding sensations of orgasmic bliss.

My back arches, and when I can no longer remember how many times he’s made my thighs tremble with the release, he pulls his mouth away from me and stands up.

“I told ya that I’d finish this,” he says, but he walks over to his dresser and grabs his towel to wrap around his waist. “But you ain’t ready for this, little girl. You’re gonna be thinking about my mouth and this tongue for a while. Go on and get cleaned up. For the record, I like my pussy with a little bit of the day on it. I’m gonna shower and get lunch together.”

He walks away from me, quivering on his bed and like an addict desperate for more. I don’t know if he’s turning me on or pissing me off. Either way, this isn’t over and I’m almost certain that this is going to end with me in a position like no other job I’ve ever had before.

My body takes a minute to recover, and I stumble down the hallway into my room. It’s a great room and the windows show the mountains in the distance, but the gray skies make it seem later than it is.

I decide to heed his advice and take a shower. The water is great, hot and ready like me. How does Hudson end up being the only man to let me let my guard down? He likes to have as much fun as I do, and he’s just out here on this land by himself.

I want to talk to him, fuck him, feed him, and do everything else it takes to keep a man like that happy. I start to wonder if this interview is turning into something for a more long-term position.

Heather Haven has a good ring to it. Mrs. Heather Haven.

Oh god. I need to get it together. I’m fantasizing about something that’s probably far from his mind. I’m borderline crazy for just thinking about it. We’ve only known each other for a few hours, and here I am walking us down the aisle.

It’s no matter. I decide to be on my best behavior and throw on a simple dress. Well, maybe not my best behavior as the dress stops above my knees, and I’m not wearing anything underneath it.

I find Hudson in the kitchen, cooking up a storm, and I tilt my head to the side as the aroma of breakfast meat, eggs, and pancakes takes over the entire first floor.

“That smells delicious,” I tell him, taking a seat on the island.

“It’s gonna taste delicious too,” he says with a wink as he plates up a heaping pile of food. He slides the plate in front of me. I’m ready to dig in, but I wait for him to sit down with his own plate.

“Would you offer your talents to the guests?”

He grabs some juice from the fridge, raising an eyebrow as he places it on the counter before getting some glasses from the cabinet.

“You want me eatin’ the guests’ pussy? I ain’t running that type of establishment, Heather.”

I nearly choke at the idea before bursting into laughter. “Don’t be an ass. I mean the cooking. This has gotta be better than sex.”

Each and every bite touches my senses. Savory, sweet, decadent, fruity. Hudson is sitting there with a smile on his face, watching me eat. “Little girl, you ain’t had sex to make that statement. I’m telling you right now, my sex is better than breakfast.”

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