Hung: Like a…

by Snow, Jenika

  “I’m going to fuck you so good and hard, Macey.” I clenched my jaw when she dug into my flesh. Fuck did it feel good.

  I lifted my head, her nipple coming free from the suction of my mouth with an audible pop. I circled her clit again, harder, faster, drawing out her pleasure and then removing my finger right before she went over the edge.

  “No,” she cried out in disappointment. “Be with me already.”

  Fuck. Yeah.

  I didn’t know if I could have held out much longer anyway, but I loved teasing her. Latching my mouth onto hers, I stroked her body until she shook and cried out against my lips. I swallowed her cry of pleasure, feeling my own need to be buried inside her mounting. I found myself pressing my hips into the mattress, dry-humping the bed, trying to let off some of the lust I had for her. But it was no use. There was no denying there wasn’t a substitute for what I really wanted.

  Macey.

  When her body stopped shaking, I was back on her, pushing her thighs apart with my body, feeling her slit rubbing on my shaft. I wasn’t going to be gentle, not when I was so wound up.

  I was harder than I’d ever been.

  I pulled my fingers from between her legs and held them up, showing her how wet they were. I licked those fuckers clean, tasting her sweet muskiness, hungry for more, already addicted.

  I didn’t torture us anymore. I placed the very tip of my cock at the entrance of her cunt and lifted my gaze to her face. And all the while, as I stared into her eyes, I pushed into her, filling every succulent inch of her pussy with my cock. Her mouth opened, and her back arched. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

  Oh. Fuck yeah.

  I shoved my dick into her, looked down between our bodies, and watched as I moved in and out of Macey. She was fucking perfect.

  As much as I loved this position, I wanted her to be in control. In the next second, I flipped us over, so I was now on my back with her over me. She had her legs spread on either side of my thighs, her pussy poised right above me. I felt her heat scorch me. “Put me inside of you,” I groaned so low I didn’t even know if she heard me. But when she reached down and took hold of my cock, placed the tip at her entrance, and then slowly slid down, my response was a deep-rooted groan of ecstasy.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” I growled. “Ride me, Macey. Work for my cum.” I was talking like a filthy bastard, but her gasps of pleasure told me she liked it.

  I lowered my gaze to stare at her pussy, one that had a thatch of darker, trimmed hair covering her mound. But I could see her lips parted around me, spread as she bounced on my dick, worked for what she wanted… what we both needed.

  She rose up and down on me, working that pretty pussy all over my dick. Her wetness coated my length, and I saw that glossiness on her inner thighs. I was riveted to the sight, loving that I could see my cock disappearing into her body then reemerging.

  Damn, I was close to coming as it was, and no amount of holding off this time would keep me from going over the edge. The abundance of her wetness made my movements fluid and smooth.

  “Fuck. Macey, baby.” I tightened my hold on her outer thighs, squeezed her supple flesh as my orgasm started to rise. Damn, I wasn’t going to… couldn’t… stop myself from going over the edge. “That’s it,” I groaned and really started pounding into her, my cock sliding fluidly through her slick, pink, and swollen folds.

  And before I could stop myself—but in reality, I wouldn’t have even fucking tried—I started to come. I reached up and grabbed her big, perfect tits, the mounds shaking from our fucking, and squeezed them. Fuck, she was so damn perfect and gorgeous. I filled her up, made her take every last fucking drop of my seed.

  Fuck.

  And as I got off, I watched in awe as she did the same… again.

  After long seconds of both of us finding ecstasy, she finally collapsed on top of me, both of us panting, our skin slick from sweat, my heart racing. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her to me. And the only thing that kept moving through my mind over and over again was…

  I’m not letting her go.

  Chapter Ten

  Macey

  I woke up and was on my side, the curtains drawn, the sun not fully rising yet, but pinks and oranges started to peak over the horizon, promising colors to wash over the ranch. It was beautiful.

  I looked over at a still sleeping Dalton and took in his relaxed peacefulness, the way his body was still so hard and masculine even though he was tranquil in this moment.

  Taking hold of a light blanket that was draped over a chair by the bed, I wrapped it around my shoulders. I stood there a moment and stared out the window, feeling so at ease. I’d never felt as comfortable or… at home somewhere—with someone—in my entire life. But as I looked over my shoulder at Dalton again, I knew I finally found where I belonged. I finally found home.

  A contented sigh left me, and I felt a smile spread across my lips.

  I quietly left the room and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and walking over to the large picture window in the living room. Despite it still being so early, I wouldn’t have been able to fall back asleep. I knew Dalton would be getting up to start his day any minute, knew the ranch would become full of life as everyone worked their asses off. This was farm life, hard work… what it meant to love what you did and make it grow into something more.

  I put my glass in the sink and leaned my hip against the counter, starting to hear birds chirping as they began their day as well. The blanket I wrapped around me did a good enough job to keep the early-morning cold air off me, but Dalton was what I really needed to keep warm.

  I could see the mountains in the far distance, thought about if Falls View was starting to rise this early as well. Standing here with just my thoughts in the early morning had me thinking about my father, about the ranch I wished we still had. But even if that was gone, I still found my way back to farm life.

  I found my way to Dalton.

  “Macey baby?” The sound of Dalton’s deep, slightly sleepy voice broke up my thoughts, and I turned to see him standing there with a small smile playing over his face. “You okay?” He ran the heel of his hand over his eye then slid it up to run his fingers through his hair.

  Before I knew what he was doing, Dalton was right in front of me and pulled me in for an embrace. I melted against him and smiled even though he couldn’t see me. God, it felt so good to be held by him. It felt so right.

  “You make me so damn happy,” he whispered.

  “Me too,” I whispered back.

  He pulled back and cupped my face, his expression almost as if he felt euphoric. Or maybe I was projecting my own feelings onto him, onto this situation?

  “Is it crazy or too fast if I say I won’t let you go, that I can’t?” He smoothed his fingers over my cheeks. “Is it insane to tell you that I feel like you’re meant to be mine, that I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my entire life?” He leaned in close and kissed me gently on the lips.

  I slowly shook my head when he pulled back and looked in my eyes. “If it’s crazy,” I whispered, “then I’m just as certifiable as you, because I feel the same way.”

  His grin was blinding, and before I knew it, Dalton was kissing me passionately, consuming me, and claiming me in every way. He lifted me onto the counter, spread my legs wide by moving between them, and I let the blanket fall to the floor.

  “That’s good, Macey,” he groaned and reached between us to pull his sweatpants down and free his already hard cock. “That’s real good, because I’d chase you to the ends of the world and make you see that you’re mine.”

  Being with Dalton was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and hearing him say he wouldn’t let me go was exactly what I wanted to hear.

  It was exactly what I needed him to say.

  We were meant for each other. I knew that with everything in my body.

  * * *

  Several days later

  I felt like so muc
h had changed in the last couple days since Dalton and I gave into each other, since we expressed how we felt, what we wanted.

  Things felt like they’d fallen right into place.

  I stepped out of the house and felt the wind move across my hair. I lifted my hand and shielded my eyes from the sun, looking over the property to see if I could spot Dalton, Charlie, and Jax. I didn’t see Dalton right away, but the brothers were off in the distance working with the horses.

  I had a pot roast cooking in the oven for dinner, some roasted potatoes and carrots, homemade rolls, and even made a strawberry shortcake with fresh berries I bought from the farmer’s market just this morning.

  It was so strange how in such a short amount of time I felt like this was home, like this was where I was always meant to be.

  Dalton had moved all my things into his room before I even realized. And I couldn’t get mad at him, not when I’d been secretly hoping he’d take the imitative and do it. I didn’t want to sleep without him right next to me.

  I walked over to the bell Dalton installed on the porch banister and rang it, signaling dinner was about ready. It would take them a good twenty minutes to clean things up, so I always rang it a bit before dinner.

  Jax and Charlie started putting the horses back in the stables, and I focused on Dalton, watched as he cleaned things up then headed my way. I couldn’t help the silly grin that spread across my face. The sun was starting to set, and the glare that had been in my eyes just moments before started to fade as the dusky hues of pinks and oranges covered the sky.

  And then Dalton was at the bottom of the porch steps, his grin big, infectious. “Hey, baby,” he said in a low, sexy drawl.

  “Hey right back at you, cowboy.”

  He gave me a wink, and I felt my heart flutter in my chest. Dalton ascended the steps, and when he was right in front of me, he wrapped his muscular arms around me and pulled me in tight. I sank against him immediately. He smelled like a man, all clean sweat, straw, and hard work. I loved that scent more than anything else.

  “This feels good,” I whispered and inhaled deeply, taking in that scent that was all Dalton.

  “It sure as fuck does,” he groaned and tightened his arms around me. “I’ve never felt anything better than having you in my arms.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at that.

  I felt him kiss the top of my head, but after that, neither of us moved. It was like we had all the time in the world, like Jax and Charlie weren’t going to make their way up here shortly. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because I knew Dalton wouldn’t have cared who saw our affection. He told me plenty of times he wanted everyone to know I was his.

  Just like I wanted everyone to know he was mine.

  When Dalton did pull back, I held in my sound of disappointed. It just felt so good having his arms around me. He cupped my cheek and smoothed his thumb along my skin. I felt his callouses and closed my eyes to lean into his touch.

  I’d already fallen for this man, and God, it felt good to know in my heart I was where I should be… that I was with who I was supposed to be with.

  Epilogue One

  Macey

  Macey

  Three years later

  “Where are you taking me?” I asked, hearing the excitement in my voice. Dalton chuckled but other than that didn’t say anything.

  It was our three-year wedding anniversary today, and for the first time since we’d been together, not just being married but since we celebrated just being together, we weren’t following tradition. Normally, we’d pick up takeout from our favorite Italian place right outside of town, then take a drive out to the lake in town, and finally have a picnic under the stars.

  It’s what I looked forward to every year, because it’s when it was just us, no work or responsibility, nothing but Dalton and me reconnecting.

  But he changed things up on me this year.

  We’d been driving for about twenty minutes before I finally felt the car slow right before he made a turn. I heard the crunch of tires on gravel and shifted on the seat, wondering where he was taking me. He’d put a blindfold on me as soon as I sat down in the passenger seat.

  I felt anticipation of what he had planned. Dalton wasn’t the type of man who did grand gestures. He was to the point, couldn’t keep a secret, so when birthdays or holidays came around, I usually found out what he got me before the actual day. It was cute and endearing, and so the fact that he kept a secret made me think it was pretty special to him.

  After a few moments of driving up a rocky path, he pulled the car to a stop. The window was open, and I felt the breeze waft in, smelled the summer air move in and out of the truck. It felt nice, relaxing. I always loved the summer months, the dry heat that was a constant.

  “Dalton?” I looked in his direction even though I couldn’t see him, trying not to smile as excitement moved through me. “Are you going to show me now?” He took my hand in his and gave it a squeeze before leaning in to place a kiss on my cheek. But he still hadn’t responded.

  And then he was out of the truck, the door shutting, the vehicle shaking slightly from the motion. A moment later, he opened the passenger door and helped me out, taking hold of my hand once more, shutting my door, and then leading me a few steps forward.

  I felt the gravel underneath my sandals, the warm sun beating down on me. We came to a stop, and for just a moment, we stood there. My heart was beating with anticipation, and I felt him finally reach up and undo the knot of the blindfold before pulling the material away. My eyes were closed, the sun bright. I opened them slowly and blinked a few times to clear my vision.

  At first, I was confused, but then shock settled in. I felt tears start to build in my eyes and tried to blink them away.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered.

  I was staring at my father’s house. I was staring at the house I’d grown up in.

  I couldn’t find words as I slowly turned around and took in the property. It had been years since my father passed away and I’d been up here. I knew from public record that the ranch had been sold a few times over the years, and because of that and becoming private property, I hadn’t been able to come up here and just look around, to reminisce.

  Things looked pretty overgrown and rundown, clearly not being kept up with. But I could see the red barn my father and the ranch hands had built one summer off in the distance, could see the pheasant run I’d helped build when I was only ten years old.

  The tears slowly tracked down my cheeks, and I wiped them away. I turned to face Dalton. He looked a little bit sheepish, his hands shoved in the front pockets of his jeans, this big smile on his face.

  “Please tell me those are happy tears, baby,” he said and was in front of me a second later, his hands now out of his pockets as he curled his fingers around my upper arms gently, holding me.

  I nodded but couldn’t find any words. After a few moments, I cleared my throat and wiped the remaining tears away. “How did you get permission to come on the property?” I looked around again, so many memories flashing through my mind. “I’ve only been able to drive by.” I shifted on my feet so I could look around the yard. I remembered racing with my Australian Shepard and Blue Heeler mix dog, Aussie, in this yard. I never won. “I haven’t been able to get on the property for years.” My voice was soft, as I mainly talked to myself.

  I felt his hand on my lower back and turned fully to face him. I felt so thankful, even if we could only be here for a short time.

  “You can come here any time you want, baby.”

  I felt my brows lower in confusion at his words. I looked at the house. It was deteriorating big time. Hell, it was a century home and had been old as hell when I lived here. It was clear whoever had purchased the property over the years hadn’t tried repairing anything.

  “I don’t know what you mean.” I stared at Dalton, the sun behind me, so I had an unobstructed view of him.

  “I bought the property, baby. I bought your ranch. It’s
ours. It’s yours again.”

  The air left me almost violently, and I lifted my hand to place it over my heart. My chest hurt as shock settled in. “You did what?” I whispered. There I went again, unable to stop from crying.

  He cupped my cheek and smoothed his thumb over my skin. “I know what this means to you. I know how you wish things had been different, that the ranch could have stayed with you after your dad died.” He smiled gently. “It took time, some fine negotiating with the bank, but I got it for you, baby. Happy anniversary.”

  I threw myself in his arms, kissing him all over his face, crying uncontrollably. “Oh my God, Dalton.” I sobbed wildly as I kissed him over and over again. His deep chuckle had me backing off, realizing I was acting like a fool.

  I pulled away, grinning ear-to-ear.

  “That’s what I wanted to see.” He wiped a stray tear away.

  “What?” I asked softly, my voice shaky from my emotions.

  “That smile, that happiness pouring off of you. That’s what I wanted to see when I brought you here.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I can’t wait to have babies with you, to have our kids come here and have you tell them stories.”

  God, I loved this man.

  “We can fix up the house, make it a second home. And when we are old and gray, we can sit on that very porch and watch our grandkids run around. You can tell them about this ranch and your dad.”

  I didn’t want to cry again, but he was making those happy tears spring forth all over again.

  “That sounds perfect,” I whispered.

  He pulled me in for a hug, and I rested my head on his chest. He cupped the back of my head, and I didn’t think I could love him more. I didn’t think he could make me any happier, but here we were, standing on the property of my childhood home, the future and possibilities endless.