Page 17 of Stranded with a Bossy Rancher

I wrap my hand around my girth and stroke it from root to tip. A small drop of precum forms, and I wipe it with my finger before stroking myself again with a firmer fist. I’m already thinking about what it’s going to feel like in her tight channel, and I squeeze a little tighter.

She sits up and reaches for me, but I grab her hand.

“But I want to taste you,” she says as she stares at my dick.

My cock twitches hearing her say those words, but I still don’t release my hold on her hand. “I won’t last two seconds, Cammy. I need to be inside you.”

Her lower lip comes out in a pout, and I promise her, “Next time.”

She seems to perk up at that, and I reach behind her to unclasp her bra. I pull the material down her shoulders, unveiling her like a present that is made just for me. I cup her breasts, kneading her in my hands and then pluck her hard nipples with my fingers. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Cammy.”

I push her shoulders back so she lies down on the bed. I climb up her body and lean over her until we’re face to face. Our lips meet in a frenzied kiss, and even though it’s everything, it’s not enough. The feel of her naked body pressed to mine is making me crazy, and I want to be inside her.

I lean my hips against hers. “Please.”

She widens her legs, allowing me to fit my hips to the apex of her thighs. I wrap my hand around my girth and slide it through her wet, swollen slit. Her arousal coats my cock, making me even harder. As I position myself at her entrance, I tell myself to take it slowly, but as soon as the tip is in, I grunt and let my head fall to her chest. “Fuck me, you’re so tight.”

She lifts her hips a fraction of an inch, and I slide a little deeper. I take deep breaths to try and control myself, and Cammy brings her hands up, cupping the back of my head. As her fingers thread through my hair, she asks me, “You okay?”

I take a deep breath. “Yeah.”

I can feel the sweat at my brow as I try to keep still, but it’s pointless because Cammy lifts her hips again, pulling me in deeper. She moans and pleads with me, “Please, don’t stop, Bear.”

I lift my head to look into her eyes. I’m trying to read what she’s thinking, but it’s not showing on her face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She shakes her head. “You won’t.”

“But—” I start, and she cuts me off.

“You wouldn’t hurt me. I know you wouldn’t. Please, don’t stop and please don’t make me wait. I want you, Elliott. I want this.”

She’s nodding her head, and as soon as she’s done talking, she plants her feet on the bed and lifts her hips to meet mine.

My hips jerk uncontrollably, and I sheath myself fully inside her. She constricts around me, and I start to thrust in and out of her. Her eyes are closed, and I stop moving. “Look at me, Cammy.”

She peels her eyes open. They are darker than usual and are laced with desire. Her hands go up and down my chest, and every touch from her intensifies everything. I lean down to look at her as I move in and out of her. “I’m going to fill you up, honey, and when I do, I want your eyes on me.”

I reach between us and stroke my thumb over her swollen clit. She lets out a guttural groan, and her pussy gets hotter.

The only sounds in the room are the groans of satisfaction and our bodies slapping together. “Come with me, baby.”

She groans and lifts her hips, and I drive deeper into her. Her orgasm comes in fast and hard, and her pussy clamps down on my cock, milking me.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She moans over and over, and I don’t stop strumming at her clit until she’s completely out of her mind.

Being this close to her is an amazing feeling, and I don’t want to leave the comfort and heat of her body, but I know I need to move. I slowly pull out of her and then lie next to her, pulling her body flush to mine.

We’re both catching our breath, but I force the words out. “You okay?”

She nods. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever been better.”

I smile as I nudge my cheek against her hair. “I should get us cleaned up, but I don’t want to move.”

She jerks softly and then moves to sit up. Her words are stilted. “Yeah, I should probably go back to my room.”

I wrap an arm around her to keep her against me. “I think you should stay here with me.”

She opens her mouth and then closes it, and I ask her, “What is it? What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

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