Page 29 of Snowed In with the Rancher

“Oh God!” she cried out, pushing back against his face.

He grinned and did it again, relishing the sudden gush of her arousal that flowed across his tongue. He drank her down, wiggling his tongue over her clit and enjoying the way her legs wobbled when he flicked the hood.

“Asher …”

One finger, then another explored her cleft, rubbing and teasing until he finally gave her what he knew she wanted, and that was two fingers deep inside her pussy. Her groan echoed through the barn and she clenched around his fingers.

In and out he pumped, curling his fingers when he was deep inside, hitting that special button, the button that made her knees nearly buckle and her entire body tremble. He had to keep himself from laughing, it was almost a game. If he flicked her clit hood just right with his tongue and pressed up on that spot her knees nearly gave out and her body jerked. He had to keep her from collapsing with his free hand on her back, otherwise, he was sure if he made her come with those moves, her knees really would buckle.

He played her like an instrument, got her singing those sweet notes, then when he knew she was close, he pulled back, removed his fingers, stood up and slapped her left ass cheek hard enough to leave a red print of his hand.

Fuck, yes.

Her yelp of surprise had him pausing, a ribbon of dread wrapping around his throat. Was she not into that?

But the moan that followed that yelp and the way she wiggled that freshly smacked ass at him said she was not only into it, but she liked it and she wanted more.

He grinned and that ribbon of dread untangled from his throat and drifted away.

Preferring to catch her off guard, he counted to five before he smacked the other ass cheek, earning another yelp and moan from the woman bent over his saddle. He didn’t wait another five seconds before delivering the third spank to the first cheek. Then he dropped back to his knees, shoved his face between her thighs, his fingers back into her pussy and in less than four seconds she was coming across his tongue, convulsing around his fingers and crying out loud enough to wake the neighbors ten miles away.

When she released the death grip she had on his fingers, he pulled them from her pussy, licked them clean, stood up, dropped his jeans and grabbed her by the hips. “You’re sure?” he asked, one more time.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes bright. But it was her smile that lit up the seemingly perpetual darkness inside of him. Made his heart beat with a sense of newfound purpose and intention, filling him with a joy and desire he couldn’t remember feeling before. “Very sure,” she said, dragging her top teeth over her bottom lip.

That was all he needed to know. He notched his cock at her dripping center and slowly eased into her tight channel.

“Fuck,” he growled.

She pushed back against him. Obviously, he was going too slow for her liking and she wanted all of him and she wanted all of him right now.

Well, he could certainly give her that. Tightening his grip on her hips, he thrust forward until he was fully seated inside her.

Her hissed, “Yesssss,” made him lean over her and bite her shoulder.

“You like that?” he asked, scraping his teeth across her soft skin.

“Like it better if you started moving,” she replied, squeezing her muscles around him.

His stood up straight and tossed his head back with a laugh. “Oh, Triss, I can move.” He smacked her ass once more, which had her tightening around him even harder and him groaning from how fucking good that felt, before he started to pump.

In and out of her heat he pistoned, driving deeper, driving harder, taking her cues and moans of pleasure that she liked what he was doing and wanted more.

He watched as she braced one elbow on the saddle and removed the other hand, pushing it down between her legs to her clit. When she sucked in a breath and tightened around him he groaned.

“Spank me again,” she breathed, craning her head around to look at him. “Please.”

Holy fuck. Did she even know what she was doing to him? Was she playing? Did she like to play?

Baring his teeth, he raised his right hand and cracked it down hard over her cheek. She exploded around him. He didn’t even know she was that close.

Her pussy pulsed and squeezed his cock as if trying to draw him into her body, claim him, consume him.

The heat in his belly intensified, bloomed and as he watched his handprint on her ass grow darker, his balls cinched up and he came, growling and groaning with each pump and pulse of his cock.

For several long seconds, he just stood there. His breathing had returned to normal and his cock began to get soft when he finally stepped away, pulling free of her body. She stood up, too, and went to pull up her panties and jeans, but he stopped her.

“Hold on.” He yanked up his own boxers and jeans and walked to the end of the barn where they had a sink. He ran the water until it was warm and folded up some clean paper towels into a thick square, then got it wet with the warm water. “Here,” he said returning to her and crouching down, cleaning her up between her legs.

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