Page 29 of The Rancher's Code

“Are you good with that?”

Dylan quietly nodded. “Do you want me to get on all fours or?—”

“Just face the headboard, baby,” I instructed.

And Dylan did as he was told, rearranging himself until he faced away from me, his hands and knees on the bed. I slid up behind him, lowering myself until I was at just the right angle…

And then, my mouth was on him.

Fuck.

He tasteddivine.

I felt my own cock growing hard in my jeans, desperate for me to stroke it. I somehow managed to ignore it, wanting to focus on making Dylan feel amazing. I ran my tongue in light circles around his rim, trying to feel how he reacted to my every move. Feeling his breath catch in his chest, I added more pressure to the flick of my tongue, still moving in circles around him. Soon, Dylan was moaning, his hips pushing back against my mouth.

More.

I wanted to hear him moan like thatmore.

I moved my mouth away from his hole, replacing my tongue with one of my fingers. I slid my finger in and out of him, slowly, rhythmically, watching for his response. When he shuddered and let out a deep groan, I added another finger, repeating the same motion. His hips pushed back against my hand, and I could see that his cock was already hard for me again. I used my other hand to stroke his shaft a few times, teasingly running my thumb along his weeping slit.

“Cole… Cole, please….”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please, fuck me…” He whimpered. “I want… I want you inside me…”

I stopped what I was doing and leaned over to my nightstand. I let out a sigh of relief when I opened the top drawer and found a row of condoms and some lube from a couple of years ago, everything still unexpired. I set the condom and lube down on top of the nightstand, my hands now busy taking off my clothes. When my shirt, jeans, and boxers were on the floor, I slid the condom over my hard cock, a groan escaping my mouth as I did.

Fuck.

I want Dylan so bad right now.

I spread the lube over my fingers before placing the cap back on. I got back in place behind Dylan, once again fingering him, wanting to make sure his hole was ready for me. Dylan’s hips continued to shamelessly grind against my hand, his moans sounding more desperate by the minute. Something inside me was responding to it, loving every sound he was making, loving that I was the one making him feel like that.

Am I the only one who makes him feel like that?

The question crossed my mind, just as I brought my cock up to his waiting hole. I slowly slid inside him, my hands holding onto either side of his waist.

Mine.

A wave of possession hit me as I thrust into him for the first time, my hips steady behind him.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I picked up the pace, thrusting inside him, my shaft pulling all the way out before slamming right back into him.

“Cole! Cole! Fuck!”

“Tell me that you’re mine, Dylan. Tell me that no one else gets to fuck you like this.”

“I’m… I’m yours…” Dylan’s breath hitched on every word. “No one…no one else gets to fuck me like this…”

Dylan shivered underneath me, and I reached a hand between us to grab for his cock. I started to pump my fist up and down his shaft as I fucked him deep, his precome leaking all over my fingertips. I could feel my possessiveness taking over again as I brought him closer and closer to coming for me, some part of me wanting him to be mine completely.

“Have you ever been fucked like this before, Dylan? Does anyone else make you feel as good as me?”

“No…” Dylan sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “No…no one else makes me feel this good…”

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