Page 85 of The Rancher's Secret Relationship

"Y-y-yes."

The sweet, begging note in her voice was unmistakable.Thank fuck.Wrapping his fingers around her hips, he began to give it to her, as hard and fast as he could and the way they both needed.God.Her pussy was like nothing he had ever fucked. It was so damn tight, and her muscles so damn good at squeezing his cock—-

"T-T-Thorn..."

Her shuddering gasp caused her beautiful breasts to jiggle, and the movement had him bending forward so he could feel their tantalizing softness against his own palms. His fingers found her nipples, which were already hard and straining for his touch.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Thornton pulled out one last time, and when he sank back into her, his fingers pinched her nipples hard.

Blake screamed, and a moment later, he felt the hot, creamy essence of her cum gushing around his manhood. The feel of it triggered his own, and with a growl of her name, Thornton felt himself coming hard, his cock ejaculating inside of her, over and over, until his seed and her cum mixed and began dripping down her legs.

Time seemed to fly past Blake, with her mind reduced into a feverish haze of heat and a seemingly unstoppable storm of shudders taking over her body. By the time she felt a little more like herself and less like the world's luckiest sex slave, she was already in the shower with Thornton and his fingers were massaging her scalp and threading through the shampoo-foamed strands of her hair.

It just felt so surreal, and when she thought about how the past 24 hours had been...

"Thornton..."

In the process of running the soap down her body, he paused at the questioning note in her voice and looked down to find Blake seemingly holding her breath.

"Blake?"

"Are you real?"

He almost smiled. "Yes."

Her breath came out in a whoosh. "So I'm not dreaming."

"No. You're not."

"Which means..."

He raised a brow.Surely she wouldn't say what he had a feeling she would say—-

"You're perfect," she said dreamily.

And yet she did.

"I'm not."

"You are."

And so the world's silliest argument continued, and Thornton, whose wealth afforded him the most lavish of pleasures and most exotic adventures, couldn't remember the last time he had more fun.

"Super perfect!" Blake's laughing voice played out from the half-open door of her bathroom while he waited outside for her to finish changing.

"No. I'm not."

"Yes. You are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No." Thornton's phone vibrated in his pocket as he spoke, and he pulled it out to see a notification of a new text message.

Arden:Sorry for the delayed reply. Busy day at the cafe. And yeah, Elizabeth and Blake did talk about that guy, and when she asked your girlfriend if the guy likes her, Blake's exact answer was "Well, of course he likes me."

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