Page 11 of Stalked By the Rancher

Then his fingers are there, parting my folds and dipping inside me. I gasp loudly at the sensation, reeling from the intimate touch.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He growls.

His fingers move expertly, stroking and teasing and creating a storm of pleasure that has me crying out. My hips roll into his touch, seeking more, always more.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, "You like that?"

"Yes," I pant, "Don't stop."

I hear his chuckle just before he dips his head to replace his fingers with his tongue. The sensation is almost too much and I grab onto his hair as if it’s my only lifeline. His lips and tongue work magic, pulling moans and cries from me till I’m shaking with the intensity of it all.

Sawyer brings me to the edge, then backs off just enough to keep me hovering there—a quivering mess under the open sky.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you come apart for me,” he rasps against my skin. “I want to see your face when I fill you up for the first time.”

Roughly, he pulls me back into a standing position, spinning me around till my naked body is pressed against the rough bark of a tree. I gasp, both in surprise and anticipation.

His strong arm wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His hard cock presses against my ass through the fabric of his jeans. He grinds against me in slow circles, making me writhe and whimper for more.

"I want you now," he growls in my ear, "Tell me you want it too."

“Yes… oh yes…” I moan out.

He hastily unzips his jeans freeing his substantial length. A moment later, he slides inside me slowly.

I cry out at the delicious stretch of him, my body seeking to accommodate his size. Every inch of him fills me, burning and perfect.

His hands grip my waist, his movements unhurried as he slides in and out. His breath is ragged as he buries himself within me again and again.

"My Nora," he rasps in my ear, "So tight...so perfect...mine."

I can only whimper in response, lost in the sensation of him moving within me. The world narrows down to just us, just this moment. His cock thrusting into me, our bodies joined.

I'm close again, so fucking close I can taste it. I whimper, grinding back against him and he groans deep in his chest, thrusting harder.

With a final cry, I come apart around him and Sawyer follows a moment later. He buries his face into the crook of my neck as he empties himself inside me. Our gasps and panting fill the silence that follows.

"I...I didn't know it could feel like this," I admit when I finally find my voice.

He chuckles against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Believe me, darlin'. This is just the beginning." He promises with another roll of his hips that has me gasping again.

And just like that, under the stars with Sawyer Blackwood – rugged rancher and my boss – I lose myself.

“You’re mine now,” Sawyer whispers against my lips before he plants another branding kiss on my lips again.

CHAPTER FOUR

Sawyer

I lean against the wooden fence, watching Nora laugh across the field, her hair catching the late afternoon sun like strands of gold. My chest tightens, a mix of pride and something darker, something hungry. She's mine, and I intend to keep it that way.

"Hey, Sawyer!" Tommy Jenkins' voice cuts through my thoughts like a dull blade, and I straighten up, fixing him with a look that's chilled more than one man to the bone.

"Tommy," I say, my voice low and even. "What can I do for you?"

He shuffles his feet, looking all of eighteen and too damn young to be messing with fire. I follow his gaze, and my jaw tightens. I’ve seen the way he’s been looking at Nora. I don’t give a fuck if he is one of my best ranch hands. "Man, that Nora..."

There it is. The spark. It lights the fuse in me, jealousy coiling like barbed wire around my gut. All I can think about is wiping her name off his lips. I step closer, close enough for him to see the warning in my eyes, feel the threat rolling off me in waves.

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