Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Oh. Fuck yeah.
I shoved my dick into her, looked down between our bodies, and watched as I moved in and out of Macey. She was fucking perfect.
As much as I loved this position, I wanted her to be in control. In the next second, I flipped us over, so I was now on my back with her over me. She had her legs spread on either side of my thighs, her pussy poised right above me. I felt her heat scorch me. “Put me inside of you,” I groaned so low I didn’t even know if she heard me. But when she reached down and took hold of my cock, placed the tip at her entrance, and then slowly slid down, my response was a deep-rooted groan of ecstasy.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I growled. “Ride me, Macey. Work for my cum.” I was talking like a filthy bastard, but her gasps of pleasure told me she liked it.
I lowered my gaze to stare at her pussy, one that had a thatch of darker, trimmed hair covering her mound. But I could see her lips parted around me, spread as she bounced on my dick, worked for what she wanted… what we both needed.
She rose up and down on me, working that pretty pussy all over my dick. Her wetness coated my length, and I saw that glossiness on her inner thighs. I was riveted to the sight, loving that I could see my cock disappearing into her body then reemerging.
Damn, I was close to coming as it was, and no amount of holding off this time would keep me from going over the edge. The abundance of her wetness made my movements fluid and smooth.
“Fuck. Macey, baby.” I tightened my hold on her outer thighs, squeezed her supple flesh as my orgasm started to rise. Damn, I wasn’t going to… couldn’t… stop myself from going over the edge. “That’s it,” I groaned and really started pounding into her, my cock sliding fluidly through her slick, pink, and swollen folds.
And before I could stop myself—but in reality, I wouldn’t have even fucking tried—I started to come. I reached up and grabbed her big, perfect tits, the mounds shaking from our fucking, and squeezed them. Fuck, she was so damn perfect and gorgeous. I filled her up, made her take every last fucking drop of my seed.
Fuck.
And as I got off, I watched in awe as she did the same… again.
After long seconds of both of us finding ecstasy, she finally collapsed on top of me, both of us panting, our skin slick from sweat, my heart racing. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her to me. And the only thing that kept moving through my mind over and over again was…
I’m not letting her go.
Chapter Ten
Macey
I woke up and was on my side, the curtains drawn, the sun not fully rising yet, but pinks and oranges started to peak over the horizon, promising colors to wash over the ranch. It was beautiful.
I looked over at a still sleeping Dalton and took in his relaxed peacefulness, the way his body was still so hard and masculine even though he was tranquil in this moment.
Taking hold of a light blanket that was draped over a chair by the bed, I wrapped it around my shoulders. I stood there a moment and stared out the window, feeling so at ease. I’d never felt as comfortable or… at home somewhere—with someone—in my entire life. But as I looked over my shoulder at Dalton again, I knew I finally found where I belonged. I finally found home.
A contented sigh left me, and I felt a smile spread across my lips.
I quietly left the room and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and walking over to the large picture window in the living room. Despite it still being so early, I wouldn’t have been able to fall back asleep. I knew Dalton would be getting up to start his day any minute, knew the ranch would become full of life as everyone worked their asses off. This was farm life, hard work… what it meant to love what you did and make it grow into something more.
I put my glass in the sink and leaned my hip against the counter, starting to hear birds chirping as they began their day as well. The blanket I wrapped around me did a good enough job to keep the early-morning cold air off me, but Dalton was what I really needed to keep warm.
I could see the mountains in the far distance, thought about if Falls View was starting to rise this early as well. Standing here with just my thoughts in the early morning had me thinking about my father, about the ranch I wished we still had. But even if that was gone, I still found my way back to farm life.