Page 87 of A Forever Kind of Rancher

“How is it prim?” she asked, blinking.

“Because if it would have been me... I just would have said I wanted to fuck you.”

Heat seared her cheeks. “Oh.”

“Did I offend you, darlin’?”

“No.” It was just that she’d never before had someone say something like that to her. It was a far cry from Aiden’s “Wanna do it?” back in freshman year of college, and it was an even farther cry from David’s vague grunting noise before he’d rolled over to give her a kiss and get a little action before they fell asleep at night.

It was direct. And...earthy. And she liked it.

“Is that what you want?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, without even hesitating. “I do. I want it.”

Then he pulled her back into his arms, kissing her, bringing them down onto the bed with her on top of him, his...cock sliding against her clit.

She leaned over and kissed him, his hand curving around and cupping her breast, teasing her nipple.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”

“You wanted that?”

“I’ve been wanting it. I thought you were going to make me ask.”

“Hopefully I’ll be able to figure out what you want. But if I don’t get it right, I expect you to tell me just what you want. I want to blow your mind. I want to give you the best you’ve ever had, but we don’t know each other. We aren’t in a relationship. That means you have to tell me what you want. Because I don’t know.” He squeezed her nipple gently. “I don’t know if you like Italian food or Mexican food better. I don’t know if you like classical or rock. I don’t know if you like it bent over the bed, or if you like to be on top. If you like to give head or get it.”

“Yes,” she said, her whole body hot now. “Yes to all. And any.”

He was making her experience seem woeful. She’d never been bent over anything. She’d been on top a few times, but mainly to speed things along for herself. Or rather, to make the climax creature less elusive.

“Maybe we’ll start here,” he said. He lifted his head up and circled her nipple with his tongue, then ran the flat of it over the tightened bud before sucking it deep in his mouth.

She closed her eyes, let the pleasure wash over her, through her. There was something about him. Not just what he did, but him.

He traced the indent of her spine with the tip of his finger. Such a mundane action in many ways. But when he did it? It left a trail of fire. It left her feeling like she would never be the same.

“Oh...crap.” He reached to the nightstand and opened the drawers, his hand pressed against her lower back, holding her to his body while he turned and fished around in the drawer. “Oh...thank you, Marsha.”

She wasn’t going to question that. Not too closely. Especially not when what he produced turned out to be condoms. There was no happy road for her mind to go down there.

It didn’t matter why he had the condoms. Nothing mattered but this moment, because this was the only moment they would have.

He shifted her, handling her like her weight was nothing, the well-defined muscles in his arm and on his chest shifting as he did. Then he opened the condom and positioned it on the head of his member, rolling it on slowly.

He guided her onto his length, his hold firm. She went with him, taking him in slowly, gripping his shoulders tight as he filled her. Stretched her. He felt so good. So much better than anything or anyone had a right to.

It was like the first hit off a potent drug. She imagined. She’d never done drugs. Because drugs were for the other daughter. The bad one. Just like she’d never done a stranger. Because this wasn’t something for the good daughter, either.

Because it was wrong. Because there was a chance that the drugs and the men would be addicting, and that she would never get enough.

That she wouldn’t be perfect. That she would be ruined.

He flexed his hips and thrust up fully inside of her, and then she knew. She was ruined. For sex. For all other men. Forever.

There had never been anything like this before, and in that blinding moment, with him fully inside her, she knew there never would be again.

She looked down at him, their eyes clashing, and she felt it hit deep inside.

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