Page 64 of Second Chance with the Rancher

She nodded. “We each have one. Each heart is slightly smaller than the one before it, and the only one colored in is the one that represents our spot in the birth order. So since I’m number three of five, smack dab in the middle, I’m this one.” She pointed to the mint-green heart. “I also have a wave on the top of my foot. A bunch of the dancers on the ship all got the same one at one of our ports. And then I have this small, single-line tattoo of a ballet dancer on the inside of my arm.” She lifted her arm to reveal the delicate, tasteful single-line silhouette of a beautiful dancer en pointe with her head and arm elegantly tipped back.

His thumb rubbed over the heart tattoo on her hip again. “Are you scared, Minx?”

Their eyes met, and she shook her head. “Of you? Not at all. Of… this, very.”

He got that. She was scared of what they could be. That her world could be flipped on its axis once more and she might just like the life he was offering her. But the only thing she knew was dance. She had convinced herself that a certain way of life was the only way, and the fact that he was offering her something entirely different scared her.

Slowly, he eased forward, sliding his hand from her hip, up her shirt until he cupped her breast and her back was on the floor while he hovered over her. “So scared that you’re going to ask me to stop?” He pulled down the cup of her bra and swept his calloused thumb over her hardening nipple. His mouth hovered over hers, tasting her wine-flavored breath, as he was sure she was tasting his. His cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans, but he restrained himself, waiting for her response.

She didn’t respond with words though, but rather her body and lunged upward, snagging his bottom lip between her teeth while wedging her hands between them and reaching for his zipper.

He took her response as a green light and surged forward, taking her mouth and tangling his tongue with hers. She started to suck on his tongue like it was a cock, and he groaned into her mouth at the thought of watching his fiery Minx take him in her mouth. If she sucked cock like she did his tongue, he wouldn’t last long.

Once she had his fly open, she pushed her fingers below the waistband of his boxer briefs to find him hard for her. She circled his length with her thumb and forefinger and began to stoke.

Pure, fucking heaven.

Then he nearly came like a teenager in the backseat of a Volkswagen after prom (not him, but other teenagers, he was sure) when she swept her thumb over his crown and swirled the precum around the tip.

He continued to cup and knead her breast, loving how hard the nipple grew when he pinched and pulled it, and the way she bowed her back and groaned when he delivered just a slight snap of pain.

They made out and stayed at second base for a few minutes until she growled in frustration, pulled her hand free of his pants, pushed his chest until he was forced to sit up, then pushed him more so he laid down on the blanket they were on.

He watched as she got up on her knees, pulled the top of his jeans down and waited for him to lift his hips so he could pull them down more. Then, his Minx wrapped her delicate fingers back around his shaft, dropped her head and took him in her hot, sexy little mouth.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, threading his fingers into her hair, but realizing it was bound in a ponytail and quickly pulling it free of the elastic.

She bobbed up and down in his lap, taking him to the back of her throat, then pulling him nearly free, only to swipe her tongue over the crown and wiggle it into the sensitive hole at the top. Her hand continued to work him up and down, her saliva creating a lube that felt amazing as her fingers stroked him with ease.

He wanted to come down her throat so fucking bad, but he was also aching to be back inside her in other ways. If she let him come in her mouth, he would, then he’d tear off her pants and make her sit on his face, but he’d leave that up to her.

Some women stopped giving head before the guy came, while other women were more than happy to swallow. He wasn’t sure where Mieka sat on that spectrum, but he’d be cool with whatever. The fact that she was willing to wrap her lips around his cock at all was incredible, and he wasn’t going to be greedy.

After their time on the counter and he went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, he’d also washed his cock and balls. It was just good manners. And he was extra glad that he did that, because what happened next nearly made him explode. She released his cock, dropped her head low, and took one of his hairless balls into her mouth, sucking gently and swirling her tongue around the sensitive globe. She switched to the other one at the same time, her free hand, the one with the cast, navigated between his legs, and two of her fingers pressed up hard on his perineum. Fucking hell, this woman knew what she was doing.

She sucked on and swirled her tongue around his balls a bit more, then released the left one with a wet pop before taking his cock back into her mouth. Still stroking him, she glanced up his torso. “I’m fine if you come.”

Oh God, was the woman trying to make him fall in love with her? Because she was doing a bang-up job of it. He’d already been feeling things for her since she arrived—hell, since she came for the wedding—but after sucking his balls and telling him he could come in her mouth, she was making it almost impossible for him not to fall in love with her.

Tightening his grip on her hair and bucking his hips up into her face, he gently forced her to take him deeper. She didn’t gag or balk and took him with ease. Her hand around his shaft picked up speed, and she pressed those two fingers harder into the space between his sac and asshole, then pulled him all the way out until her lips just encircled his crown. She sucked hard on the crown, pulling all the remaining blood he had in his body into the head until it throbbed, then she dropped her head one more time, shoving him to the back of her throat and he came.

It was a reflex to tighten his hold on her hair and thrust up into her face, but she didn’t seem to care. He came hard down her throat, relishing every contraction as she swallowed him down, taking what he gave her, keeping his cockhead nestled and pulsing between her tonsils like they were giving his dick a little hug. He’d never experienced head like this before and he never wanted to experience anything different ever again.

When the warmth in his lower belly dissipated and his balls relaxed away from his body, she gave one final swipe of her tongue over his tip and pulled away slowly, releasing his cock from her mouth.

He heaved a heavy sigh, opened his eyes, and glanced at her.

She was grinning. It was like staring directly at the sun and he had to shield his eyes from how radiant she was. “Unbutton your pants, Minx, and climb onto my face.”

Her smile grew even wider. She stood up, did as she was told, and carefully eased herself over his face, settling her sopping-wet pussy over his mouth.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” he coaxed, which earned him a smack to the head that had him laughing.

“Not funny,” she replied.

“It is a little bit,” he retorted, cupping her ass cheeks to tip her forward a little more. “Just call me the cat whisperer.” He dropped his voice low. “Oh, my pretty pink kitty. Such a stubborn little cat you are. Come to Dadd—”

“Dear God. Shut. Up!” Even though her words were harsh, her tone was anything but and she giggled at the end.

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