Page 32 of Snowed In with the Rancher

“Oh God,” she crooned, grinding down on his length only to lift up again and swirl his cock head around her sensitive entrance.

He bit her nipple, she slammed back down taking him to the hilt and she shattered. Her screams echoed off the house as she rode his cock like a possessed woman, wringing out every last drop of pleasure from the man beneath her while her pussy clenched and pulsed with her climax.

He released her nipple and reclaimed her mouth, the hold he had on her hair loosening just enough. She spasmed and squeezed around him as the pleasure rocked through her body from her toes to the top of her head and back. The sensations were different than the last few orgasms she’d had. The starbursts behind her eyes were fuzzier, the sensations not as crisp, but they lasted longer. The throbs and sparks of pleasure pulsed like they had their own heartbeat and although they didn’t reach a clear almost pointy pinnacle, the length they lasted and the way they crashed and blended together was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Was this what it was like to orgasm while high?

If so, she wanted to do that again. And again. And again.

Asher still hadn’t come when she finally spiraled back down to earth from her foggy climax cloud. Lifting her head from where she’d tucked it into his neck at some point, she opened her eyes and smiled at him lazily.

His grin was pure male triumph. “How was that?” he asked, knowing the answer already.

“That was unlike any orgasm I’ve ever had before.”

“You’re really fucking high, aren’t you?”

She nodded and grinned again, then a laugh bubbled up through her chest. “Yep.”

“I’m glad you’re relaxed.”

Shimmying in his lap, his cock still in her pussy rock hard and reawakening all her cannabis-stoned neurons, she tilted her head and nipped his jaw. “We still need to get you off.”

“I’m going to come down your throat,” he said, cradling her face in his hands and pushing his fingers into her hair.

Her eyes widened. He hadn’t asked and he’d said it so casually and matter of fact that she was momentarily stunned. And yet, when she rolled the words back through her head, they just turned her on.

The heat in his gaze said he knew it, too.

How did a man she’d only just met know her so damn well already? Know her possibly better than she knew herself? Because she had no idea these were the kinds of things that turned her on.

She nodded just to let him know that she’d heard him and agreed, but inside she was still grappling with his words.

“We’re connected Triss … literally. I know how much me saying that just now turned you on. You’re also not very good at stealing your emotions. Your eyes are very expressive.”

She swallowed hard. “Y-you want to do it here? Right now?” She licked her lips. They’d spent all afternoon in his bedroom but she’d yet to take him in her mouth and the idea of getting to taste him and feel the velvet coated steel of his cock against her tongue was something that had her getting incredibly hot.

Without saying anything, he picked her up off his lap, causing him to slip out of her and he hoisted himself up onto the ledge of the tub.

“But you’ll get cold,” she said watching as goosebumps emerged on his arms and chest.

“Then you better be quick.” He grabbed her hair and wrapped it back around his fist, guiding her mouth down onto his cock. “Easy. Go slow.” His words were a dark, delicious purr that sent a physical shiver through her. But she complied and went slow, easing his length into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the crown, enjoying the audible ways he let her know he liked what she was doing.

He pushed her head down more, encouraging her to take him deeper. She did and he knocked her tonsils. Before she could gag, he pulled her hair, drawing her head up.

Growling, she shook her head, gripped his cock with one hand and his balls with the other, and drove her head forward, causing her scalp to burn with how hard that movement pulled on her hair.

His chuckle made her nipples pebble. “Well, okay then,” he said, easing up on his grip. She took him to the back of her throat, letting him bottom out, then she contracted her muscles around him in a faux swallow. “Fuck,” he gritted.

She lifted her head, swirling her tongue around his shaft as she went, only to scrape her teeth as she reached the head and wedge her tongue into the slit at the top. Then she went back down, using her teeth again, and enjoying the hiss from the man above her and the tug on her hair.

“Easy,” he warned.

She tugged on his balls, which caused him to grunt.

She knew he was close when he started to buck up against her face with no rhythm and his thighs began to quiver. She bottomed out twice more, brought him all the way out, sucked hard on his crown, then drove him as far down her throat as she could and he came in a harsh, hair-pulling, profanity ridden canticle that made her smile or at least try to if her mouth hadn’t been so full of dick.

She had no choice but to swallow since he was that far down her throat, but she didn’t have a problem with it, either.

His cock pulsed in her mouth with every spurt and his balls tightened in her palm. She gave them a gentle tug, and wrapped two fingers below his sac to press up on his perineum, which prompted another rumbly growl to roll through him.

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