Page 119 of The Rancher's Secret Relationship

And then everything else melts away as his mouth conquers mine, and he starts sucking on my tongue. Thoughts ofresistance don't even cross my mind, and it's the opposite instead that my body craves. My hands have curved over his shoulders, my nails digging into his powerful back as the kiss deepens.

His tongue strokes against mine in invitation, and pleasure emboldens me to do something I never thought I'd do. I start sucking on his tongue, and his strong body shudders against mine.

"Elizabeth..."

My body bursts into flames at the way he says my name. I suck on his tongue harder, but he suddenly pulls away, and I cry out in protest.

Why did he—-aaaaah.

My back hits the steering wheel as his lips trail down the side of my neck, and I arch helplessly when he starts sucking on a particularly sensitive spot. It seems crazy to have all of my firsts with a man I once held hostage, but when I think of all of this coming to an end—-

No, no, no.

I want this to go on forever. I can't get enough of the way he's making me feel, and...oh!

He's squeezing and kneading my breasts while suckling on my neck, and wetness builds between my legs. I can't remember feeling my breasts swell and ache like this—-

"Shit."

The sudden expletive makes my eyes fly open.

"You're not wearing a bra."

"I was in a h-hurry," I stammer, "when M-Migs—-"

Oh no.

The moment I see Flint's jaw harden, I remember too late that I was supposed to call Migs 'Culo'.

"I'm sor—-" The rest of my words end in a shocked gasp when he suddenly pinches my nipple between his fingers.

"I don't want to hear you saying that bastard's name again."

"I p-pro—-aaah."He's pulling on my nipples like they're fruits to pluck, and the mix of pain and pleasure is enough to have all of my senses spiral.

"And this is the last time you'll ever leave your house without a bra," Flint grits out. "Understand?"

"I u-under—-Flint!"

All I can do is cry his name out as his head suddenly lowers, and he's biting my lip through the soft, knitted fabric of my sweater.

My heart thuds against my chest when I feel his hands start moving, andoooh.It's exactly what I fear and hope for at the same time. He's pushing my top up until my breasts are completely bare to his gaze, and I can feel myself turning pink under the heat of his stare.

"I want to taste you, angel. Can I?"

I never thought I'd hear anyone ask me such a thing, and oh, to hear such words from someone as hot as Flint—-

"Y-Yes..."

His mouth has already latched to my breast even before I'm able to gasp the word out, and I grip his head unthinkingly when he starts suckling on my nipple.

My entire body writhes at the pleasure he's giving me. I can't remember feeling this sensitive, this dizzy, this...aaaaah.

Flint only sucks harder when he feels me start to buckle, and all I can do is whimper as I have my first-ever orgasm in his arms.

I can't believe this is happening.

But I also realize I want it to keep happening.

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