Page 39 of Wrangling Nash

Slowly, I removed the toy from inside her as she relented, a sigh escaping from her lips. I looked down at her still swollen pussy, so wet, warm, and dripping with arousal.

“Good girl.” I murmured as I slipped a finger inside of her and groaned.

“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.” Her voice hitched, full of desire, “I trust you if you say you are.”

“Fuck,” I growled as I climbed the rest of the way up her body, lined myself up at her entry as she laid back and slammed into her. She was so warm, so wet and so ready having been primed before I arrived.

Her eyes rolled back as her mouth opened and I tucked a finger under her chin, tilted her face upward before pulling out and slamming back in again.

“Eyes on me, Jovie. I want to see you as you take my cock like a good girl. While I give you the pleasure you deserve.”

Jovie opened her eyes and squirmed underneath me as I dragged my tongue up between her two perfect breasts, across her neck and to her lips.

“You’re going to want to hold on, because I’m not going slow tonight.” I whispered, pulling out and then burying myself back inside of her to the root.

Back and forth we moved, bucking into each other as Jovie wrapped her arms around my neck, holding tightly. I pounded into her, fusing our bodies together at a frantic pace angrily. The smell of sex filled the room as Jovie cried out and I groaned, her back arching so that I could fill all of her. I grabbed one of her legs, lifted it up so I could get even deeper, which was enough to finish things for her.

She cried out my name like the sweetest song as I ejaculated freely deep inside her, releasing an endless stream of cum as my cock spurted and jerked in her sweet warm insides.

We were slick with sweat when we finished and rolled to our sides, bringing her with me and gently on to my chest. I felt her chest rise and fall, her breath in tune with mine perfectly.

We hadn’t ended things on a good note before I'd left, and I knew I needed to address our last encounter, but I wasn’t sure where to begin anymore.

“Shit, Jovie. After that, I’m jealous of the vibrator that's been getting to be inside you raw for the past three months.”

That got a smile from her as she popped her head up on my chest and looked at me.

“I haven’t used it since we started hooking up.” She whispered, and my heart soared.

I don’t know why I cared that much, but thinking she was pleasuring herself because I wasn’t taking care of her needs would have bothered me.

“I’m sorry, Nash,” she spoke again, “you were right. We were always clear on our arrangement. I shouldn’t have gotten ahead of myself. I know I’m leaving. It isn’t fair to expect any more of you or for you to expect any more of me.”

I nodded, but I knew I had fallen for her too, making the same mistake she had. I just hadn’t been the one to verbalize it first.

“Did I ever tell you why I’m sticking it out for the 12 months?” she asked.

“So that you can sell your grandfather’s ranch to my dad and get filthy rich?” I said only half joking.

She punched my arm lightly and rolled her eyes. “Not quite. I’m really sad about selling it; this was where my mom grew up, and I have such fond memories of my younger years and holidays spent here. But I know I can’t do it justice the way Rig, you and your brothers could. The real reason I'm sticking it out and selling it to your father is to fund a dream I’ve had since I was little.”

My heart sank. What could Jovie’s dream be?

I wondered if it was like Brooke’s had been: move to Hollywood, get into modeling and acting, snort lines of coke off strippers’ cocks, and fuck her way to the top of stardom before burning out and marrying into a wealthy family in San Angelo.

“What’s the dream you’re funding, Jovie?”

“I think you know that we lost my dad to colon cancer 20 years ago, right around when grandma died. After my dad passed away, my grandpa begged my mom to move back home to the ranch, but my mom had a whole life in Houston and Stevie, and I had our friends. She was a kindergarten teacher, and though the pay wasn’t good, and we were still on food stamps and WIC, it paid enough for her to have her independence, and she had her pride.

“Growing up, things were tough on my mom financially, and we didn’t always know where our next meal would come from. Thankfully, that was not an area my mom had too much pride to ask for help. We spent a lot of time at food banks and soup kitchens for dinner. My grandpa would also ship us fresh produce, vegetables, and fruit from grandma’s garden so that we wouldn’t only have to eat the boxed and canned food from the shelter.

“I learned from my grandpa that farms create a lot of food that isn’t deemed perfect and can't be sold so it ends up getting thrown away though it’s perfectly edible. I’ve always wanted to find a way to utilize all the waste that the farms and ranches in Texas produce, for good. My dream is to form a produce co-op but for free. We’d source locally produced food from farmers that isn't fit to be sold and only provide things that are in season.

“They have farm co-op situations today, but I’d like to do it for the underserved, the families who can’t afford the gas or bus fare to make it to a food bank or shelter. We could have their meals delivered with fresh fruit and veggies that would otherwise go to waste.”

She propped her chin under her tiny fist against my chest as she continued, “It's like UberEATS but with free food to families who need it most. Families who may struggle with knowing where their next meal is coming from don't deserve only highly processed, low-quality food. They deserve healthy options, too. Ones that nourish their bodies and minds.”

She plopped her head back down on my chest with a sigh. “Maybe you think this is a stupid dream but it's something I’ve wanted to do since I was little. When I considered staying in Houston with the job that I’d worked my whole adult life to achieve or risking it all to live here for 12 months, I couldn’t help but see the opportunity that was being handed to me. I felt like I’d be letting down little Jovie if I didn’t give it a shot. So that is the real reason why I moved to Ashwood ranch and plan on sticking the full 12 months out.”

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