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Truthfully, he didn’t care how big they were. He didn’t discriminate. Large and heavy or just a handful. He loved them all.

“Sir,” she cried out, squeezing his cock planted deep inside her.

He twisted them again, making her toss back her head, pelting him with her long hair.

He drove his cock fast and deep, at the same time tugging on her hard nipples. If he had been thinking straight, he would’ve put her on her back so he could wrap his lips around them and sink his teeth deep into her soft flesh.

Next time.

“Sir,” she groaned over the sharp slapping of their skin.

“That’s it, darlin’. Take every inch of me. Do you want it harder?”

“Yes, Sir,” she hissed.

“Deeper?”

“Yes, Sir…please.”

With gritted teeth, he abandoned her tits to grab her hair again with one hand and her hip with the other, so he could slam into her as hard as he could.

He was pleased that the custom-made spanking bench was holding up against the pounding. Maybe that should be his job on the ranch: equipment tester.

He grinned but quickly lost it when the tiny ripples grew in intensity, telling him she was close.

The second she came, he would quickly follow.

They needed to hurry before they did get caught. Not only did he not want to blow a potential job opportunity by selfishly using a playroom without permission, but fucking the woman Dylan used to date—no matter how long ago it was—could potentially cause issues.

He also wasn’t sure how Erin would feel if their relationship was exposed.

While they never kept it a secret, they certainly didn’t do anything as a couple, like go out on dates. Because of that, most people in town thought they were close friends, rather than lovers.

And if anyone asked, they didn’t confirm. They left it a mystery.

Basically, because it was no one’s business.

However, now that the Lyons brothers were back in town… He had no idea if Dylan would try to rekindle their past.

Ford had choices to make.

But not at this very minute.

Erin began to meet him thrust for thrust, jamming her ass against him every time he drove deep. Her little whimpers were hard to ignore.

“Please, Sir,” she begged.

“Please what?”

“Make me come... Sir.”

“I’m not stopping you.” But he also hadn’t given her permission, either.

“I’m allowed, Sir?”

Ah, yes.She was being a good girl. “Yes, darlin’, come for me.”

Dropping her forehead to the padding, she pushed out a ragged breath. Relief was what it sounded like to him.

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