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“Wants and needs,” I echo.
Having her under me every day while working the ranch in the meantime is a great solution for both of us. However, it’s a risky one ’cause this woman affects me more than any other ever has. Which means long term emotions might be thrown into the mix.
We could fuck it all up or create a perfectly balanced relationship between two people who are ranchers at heart.
“What’s it gonna be, Cedar?” she murmurs, enticing me by brushing her lush lips against mine.
There is no choice to be made when there’s only one perfect solution. Grabbing her hips, I spin her around and slide up her shirt while I free my cock with my other hand. Fisting myself, I let the tip slide through her pussy.
“My cock inside your pussy whenever I want, that’s what’s it gonna be, Rosy. No fucking others. If this is nothing more than sex, we won’t need to seek out others.”
“Agreed,” she moans when her pussy sucks in the fat head of my length.
I swallow hard and regret pulling out, but there’s something else we need to discuss first. “I’m clean and ready to fuck you bare. You?”
“Clean, and on the pill.” Her words have barely met the heated air around us when I shove myself to the hilt inside her sweet pussy.
Our moans, my grunts, the sound of her sopping wetness as I tunnel my cock in and out of her are loud. They create more lust to seep into my veins and fuck her harder. Curling my armaround her, I cover her back with my front, pinning her to the counter for more grip.
I’ve missed this. Missed her tightness and heat wrapped around me. Her scent filling my nose, breathy moans entering my ears. Everything about her is enticing and makes my balls tingle to release a flood of cum inside her.
This time everything is heightened. Must be from the lack of the layer of latex between us. Fucking a woman bare is something I’ve never done before. This is a first, and most definitely not the last time.
From now on our little agreement involves fucking regularly bare and monogamous. Perfection. Just like my cock filling her pussy over and over. Her little pants, the clenching of her walls around my length, the way she pushes herself back on my cock when I slam forward. Both of us are equally driven and want the bliss our bodies create together.
My free hand is strumming her clit. Her oversized shirt is falling off one shoulder and it’s a free invite for me to bite down on her shoulder. The need to mark her is overwhelming. She clenches harder around my length, trying to strangle the cum right out of me.
Not yet. I’m not ready for this delicious lust driven ecstasy to be over. My mouth moves to her neck, sucking a sliver of skin to give her another mark. One I know she won’t be able to cover up easily.
I want everyone to know this body belongs to me. Rosy is willingly submitting to my cock and is taking my cum inside her womb on a regular basis. Fuck, that sounds delicious. I untangle my arm from hers and grip her hair to turn her head. Our mouths meet in a sloppy kiss. I nip her bottom lip and pinch her clit.
With a rough voice, I demand, “Come for me. Fuck that tight pussy back on my cock and give me your pleasure, Rosy.”
The sweet balance of pleasure and pain causes the rapture she needs to explode around my length. My name is on her lips when she explodes, causing waves of bliss to take me on a ride right along with her.
My body is overloaded from all the buildup. The cravings I’ve had of knowing how delicious this woman felt when I had one night with her. All while not being able to touch her for fucking days on end.
Finally. Finally, I give in and feel the cum rip from my body and enter hers. Thank fuck I can do this all over again very soon.
CHAPTER NINE
– ROSETTE –
“I’m glad and thankful you took over the lessons from your father,” the mother of a boy who rides here states. “He enjoys his time here, and it would be a shame if he didn’t have the weekly escape anymore.”
The proud smile tugging my lips is genuine. “I won’t say the extra workload is easy to handle, but I’m glad I found someone to help me with the work pressure around here. It gives me the time to focus on lessons, something I enjoy very much.”
The woman is about to reply when her son comes skipping back out of the stables. “Mommy, I’m ready.”
She holds out her hand for her son to take when she murmurs, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Her son blushes. “Thank you for the lesson, Rosy.”
“You’re very welcome, kiddo.” I ruffle his hair. “See you next week.”
“Yes,” he exclaims.
“Thanks again,” his mother says, and I wave goodbye.
