Page 13 of The Rancher's Pregnancy Surprise

He helps me, his fingers guiding mine until he springs free, and my eyes widen involuntarily. He's impressively large, thick and hard, the head already glistening with evidence of his arousal.

I wrap my hand around his shaft, marveling at how my fingers can't completely encircle his girth. His sharp intake of breath at my touch emboldens me, and I begin to stroke him, learning what pressure he likes, what rhythm makes his jaw clench with restraint.

When I lower my head to taste him, his hand comes to rest gently in my hair, not guiding or forcing, just connecting us as I explore. I swirl my tongue around the sensitive head, delighting in the way his thighs tense beneath my hands.

I take him into my mouth, but his size makes it challenging. I can only accommodate the first few inches before I feel the strain in my jaw. He groans deeply as I hollow my cheeks around him, taking him as deep as I can manage.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice strained. "Just like that."

I work him with a combination of mouth and hand, doing what I can to make him fit. His breathing grows ragged, and the sound makes my head bob faster.

When I look up at him through my lashes, I find him watching me with an intensity that makes my core clench anew. To pleasure him this way, and to see its effect on him...

It'saddictive.

His body soon starts to tighten, and my head, my fingers - every part of me that's involved in pleasuring him is working double time. The movement of his hips becomes erratic, and I know he's so, so close.

When Ronan finally comes, his fingers tighten involuntarily as he grips my hair, and the thick, creamy heat of his seed rushes down my throat.

It's my first time to swallow.

I never could do it in the past.

But for Ronan, though...

Why was it suddenly so easy?

WE BUY OUR BREAKFASTfrom the vendo, and we eat in silence that's still charged with sexual tension. We don't look at each other, but it's no use. I can't stop thinking of what just happened, and I know it's the same for him. How can I not, when the bulge behind his pants has yet to go away?

He draws me back to him as soon as we finish eating, and the thought of resisting doesn't even enter my mind.

He cradles me on his lap, my back against his chest, and my heart thumps hard as I feel his hands slide under my sweater.

I bite back a cry as he cups my breasts through my bra, his fingers playing with its taut tips until they're aching unbearably for something...anything!

His hand moves further down, and this time I can no longer hold back making a sound. A gasp escapes me as Ronan's fingers part my folds and find that stiff, sensitive nub of flesh.

Ronan seems to know exactly how to touch me, how much pressure to apply, when to speed up and when to slow down.

P-Please.

R-Ronan.

Please!

I don't care that I'm begging.

I just need this so badly.

"Please what?" Ronan purrs. "Say it, make it clear to me, darling."

P-Please make me come!

And as soon as I say the words, he grants my plea, one hand pinching my nipple hard, another hand pinching my clit, andaaaaaah.

I shatter with another cry, the pleasure making me black out.

Why is he so, so good at this?

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