Wrangler

by Dani Wyatt

  For a second, I think about her belly swelled with me and my cum leads the charge to mate her.

  “You’re not on anything are you, Dove? Nothing that will prevent my cum from finding its rightful home inside you.”

  She bites her lip then moans as I drift the tip of my cock to her clit, rounding it as I stare her down. I don’t want anything between us right now.

  I’ve never been flesh to flesh with a woman before and the honor of my Dove being the first to take my cum inside her is almost more than I can take.

  “Wait, shouldn’t you wear something?” I see her thinking too much; she’s saying what she thinks she should say.

  “There will never be a condom on this cock with you babe. My cum belongs inside you and you need to tell me right now if there is anything preventing me from putting a baby in there. Are you taking the pill or anything that will keep me from what’s mine?”

  “No, but— “

  That’s all I need to hear. I reach one hand down and brush a stray hair from her forehead, slipping my cock up and down through her folds until she forgets what she was saying.

  I brace one hand next to her body, inching the head of my dick just inside her entrance and I almost let my load go from the slick heat. I have to concentrate like I’m doing fucking brain surgery to calm my fucking balls.

  I take her mouth as I blanket myself over the woman that’s about to become mine forever. The tip of my cock is already pushing against her resistance and she lets out a seductive little hurt sound into our kiss.

  “I’m sorry, babe,” I whisper as our eyes lock and I drive my hips forward, taking her mouth again and swallowing her scream as my cock breaches her and her tightness nearly brings me to tears.

  I swear time fucking stops. She’s tight but it’s not just that. It’s been so damn long, I feel like a virgin all over again with her. This is mind blowing. I’m not even fully inside her yet and I’m so head over heels in love with her I nearly collapse...

  “Fuck, Rachel...” I breathe out into her gasping mouth.

  “It hurts.” Her tender voice threatens to overwhelm me.

  “I know, Dove. I’ll keep it slow as long as I can.” I’m not sure that’s possible even as the words leave my lips.

  Her hands settle warm on my biceps, clinging there and it’s what I need. She’s giving me control and I want it all.

  “Just hold on, Dove.” Her sweet pussy scent spins around inside my head as I drive forward with another controlled thrust. Her yelp hits my ears at the same moment, her fingernails scoring the hard flesh on my arms. “Look at me,” I order because I need her eyes with me. I need us together in this moment.

  She is unfocused but she does as I say. The moment our gaze connects I drive my cock home and her pussy is more than just tight, it’s perfect. It’s made for me. And all the wishes and dreams I’d ever had for this moment come true.

  “Oh my god.” Her words drift up and every nerve ending sizzles, from my head, down my back and all the way to my toes. My cock is dripping cum inside her already as the walls of her warm slick heat wrap and caress me like ten kinds of heaven. “It’s too much.”

  She’s mine. I’m hers. No one will separate us from this moment on.

  “Shhh. I’ve got you, Dove.” I try to soothe her with a kiss, my tongue slipping inside her mouth, and when she kisses me back her hands glide up my arms to my neck, pulling me closer, and I lose what little control I worked to hold onto.

  I slip in and out a few inches at a time, swallowing her moans and pained breaths with our kiss. The animal is rising in me; he’s turning me from a sweet lover to a beast. That raging inside me that loves her but has an insatiable urge to dominate her.

  I want her to understand what this means, who she is now and that her everything is mine, and in return I will give her all of me.

  The walls of her drenched pussy are tight, her opening sore and torn. I draw back, thrust forward, giving as much as I can without harming her. My hips churn forward and back, listening to her whimpers, balanced in that perfect point between pleasure and pain.

  My name is on her lips, her body tensing under me. My brain feels wrung out, twisted and incapable of anything other than these primal needs that rule my actions.

  “Who do you belong to, Dove?” I huff out with the effort of my thrusts.

  Her head flails from side to side as she clutches around my neck, pulling at me and it only drives me harder into her. Our bodies are glazed with sweat. One of her legs comes up to wrap around the back of my thigh and it makes my heart swell with pride.

  My balls are no longer listening to what little control I have over them, but I need her pleasure first.

  “Tell me right fucking now, Dove. Tell me who you belong to.” I caress her neck, my fingers wrapping around, focusing her on me because that’s what I need from her right now. I give a gentle squeeze and her eyes come wide onto mine, searching and then knowing.

  “You.” Her head falls back with the single word and it’s all I need.

  I hitch my hips higher and lay the flat of my lower abs against her clit, pressing there while my hand stays at her throat, our eyes riveted on each other.

  “Please, God, cum, babe. Cum for me. You feel so good. So wet.” My words come out with each forward motion of my hips as her leg tightens behind me and her breaths come in little bursts.

  She’s close, it’s beautiful. More than beautiful, it’s breathtaking and priceless that I’m giving her this.

  “Cum,” I whisper and tighten at her throat. Her body heaves into an arc, her fingernails draw blood at the back of my neck and her orgasm overtakes her in a sensual explosion.

  All at once it’s a crescendo of strings and drums from deep inside her; her drenched pussy latches onto the base of my fat cock in undulations of her climax and I can’t hold on.

  The bed rocks and moans beneath us and slams against the wall making the candle light flicker around us. I look at her face, memorizing it, wanting it to be all that I see when I cum.

  “Fuck,” I groan as my balls heave and twitch. Cum shoots out of me like a pressure hose finally released. I gasp with her, my vision blurs and in that moment I give her my all.

  She mirrors me, gasping and panting until I capture her mouth in mine. Her body milking my own sticky white release with the pressure of her tight opening. I grind into her, wanting to fuck her into pieces, but knowing this time, she can’t take it all. We pant and flex together for the last moments of heaven.

  She was worth waiting for. I would have waited a lifetime for her. For this. She owns me and I will give her the best of me from this day forward. Everything I do, everything I say and think will put her first.

  In return, I need everything from her. Her world revolves around me. My name is the first on her lips when she wakes and the last before she falls into sleep.

  Everything. I can’t accept anything less.

  “Happy birthday Dove.” I kiss every part of her face the gentle sound of her giggles floating with the candlelight and warming my heart.

  Chapter Thirteen

  RACHEL

  My pulse is racing.

  This gorgeous cowboy just took my virginity, and it’s beautiful and I’m breathing in fits hoping I don’t pass out.

  Chad releases his hand from my neck and attacks me with kisses, covering every inch of my face. The contrast between this gentle sweetness and the dominant animal that just fucked me gives me goose bumps where I didn’t think you could get them. I’m losing the battle with a word that keeps knocking around inside my head. Love.

  That’s stupid, love? How can I love him already?

  He leans in next to my ear. “You know what this means?”

  I’m in heaven. His hands cover my cheeks, his thumbs slowly caressing the flushed skin.

  “No. What does it mean?” As the words leave my lips, a soaking stream of his cum leaks out from around where his cock still rests hard and full inside of me and my belly flutters, re
alizing what I’ve done.

  Oh my god...

  “I’m never letting you go.”

  I like how that sounds. Especially if it means more of this. He’s opened the floodgates. I feel insatiable, and I want him again already even with the pinching pain that reminds me of how big he is and how new I am. But I think I should go now.

  “I have to go. Aunt Jessie will worry if I don’t come back tonight. I mean, let’s be honest, we don’t know you that well. You could be a serial killer or one of those people that likes wine coolers or leasing cars.” I joke.

  “I told you last night I wasn’t a murderer. But, I have sipped a wine cooler. I’m quite ashamed.”

  The flash of his grin only makes my belly tighten and I hug his cock while a bright flash of fresh pain shoots from inside me.

  “It’s bad?” he asks, the grin gone and replaced by a look of genuine concern.

  “It’s a good kind of bad.” I shift under him, surprised by how far I can move. He’s covering me and caging me but keeping his weight on his arms.

  My free hand traces along his jaw, feeling the stubble and I pull him down onto me, his hands leaving my cheeks, tangling into my hair.

  He thickens inside of me.

  Pain shoots through my abdomen, making me wince.

  “What?” he asks, his voice deepening and his eyes turning stormy blue.

  I smile up at him. “I feel that.”

  “Feel what?” He grins back and flexes his hips, forcing me to arch my back. As his cock twitches inside me I realize he’s full and hard again, ready for more. He moves in tiny pulses, stroking me.

  “God. Chad.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll start slow.”

  He takes my lips into his, our tongues moving with each other as his hips pump harder, igniting the fire inside me again.

  He pulls his face back, brushing the hair back that is stuck to my sweat glazed cheeks. I sigh and shake my head, relaxing into a smile.

  “What? Do you not want to?”

  “No, I do. You are,” I search for the right words, “I mean it was, it really was...I just still can’t take this in. My mind won’t believe I just made love, my first time, with someone like you.”

  “Oh yeah.” He pumps harder, grinning when he drives the breath out of me. “Well, I can’t believe someone as gorgeous as you let me do it. And I intend to keep doing it until you tell me to stop. But I won’t. And then I’ll teach you some other things.”

  “Other things...” I repeat. His hips pressing open my slit, rubbing against me, make it difficult to form a thought. They come, then they break apart with each movement. “What...?”

  “You’ll see,” he groans. “Like...my handprint on that gorgeous ass of yours.”

  “Spanking?”

  “Yes, that, and more. Remember, trust me?”

  “Can I trust you to pull out this time?”

  “Doubtful. You’re mine and that means everything. The thought of showing the world who you belong to makes me hard enough to cut glass, Dove. Look in my eyes and tell me you didn’t want my cum inside of you.”

  The thought of his hot release inside me again only increases my desire. He pulls his cock almost all the way out of me and slams forward, grabbing my hips, pulling and pushing and before I can react, he’s flipped us over and holding me on top of him, and all I can think is he’s so strong.

  Oh man, this is nice. My open, sensitive skin, pressing down on his hard belly. My view of the gorgeous beast below.

  “Take me, Rachel. I want to watch you.”

  My hands press onto his hard chest as he guides my hips, letting me set the pace. My breasts sway and bounce freely, my full body moving unashamed now, knowing his desire, seeing it in his eyes.

  He wants me, not just once. He wants me again. Me.

  It is all I need as I lift my hips and slide along his length. Chad’s eyes follow my every move, his hand releasing my hip and kneading my full breast.

  “You are my girl, Rachel.” Chad sits up and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my full nipple deep into his mouth again.

  He sucks long and hard while I abandon my inhibitions and ride him. His deep pumping on my breast only ignites the fire inside me even more. I grind my hips into his as his mouth suckles greedy and hard. He wants me to take him and I do. It doesn’t take me long, I know what my body wants and the lightning inside me explodes again. Chad moans and gulps onto my breast, pulling back for a moment with a ragged breath.

  “Ahhh, Jesus, Dove.” His voice is pained. “How does that feel? My dick belongs right here. I’m never fucking leaving.”

  His mouth latches onto me again, the pinch of his teeth drawing my breath in sharp as his body tightens and his hips turn into a churning freight train.

  I don’t know who moans the loudest at that moment, both of our bodies melting into each other in a mutual climax that has me blind and deaf for an amount of time I can’t seem to understand right now.

  He holds me tight as I fall down onto him as we both try to catch our breath, and we are both such a mess. I feel the second round of hot seminal fluid dripping down, escaping from where our bodies are connected. But I don’t care. I like it.

  We pant like we just ran a marathon, his strong arms around my waist, his cheek nested in my neck.

  “So, did you catch on?” Chad’s voice is playful. “I’m kind of a breast guy.”

  “Yeah. I got that.” I blow air up over my face, trying to dislodge a hair that’s fallen across my eye.

  “Like I said before, maybe you will let me take it even further. I want to feel your milk in my mouth someday.”

  “What?” The word is a reflex. I feel like I should be shocked, but I’m not. I’m so turned on by the fact that he would want that from me, a small orgasm tops me off with a quiver.

  “You liked my mouth on you, right? When I sucked really deep and hard?”

  I should be so embarrassed talking like this, but I’m not. I’m turned on.

  “Yes.” I take a ragged breath. “Yes, I like it. I like it a lot.”

  “Good. That’s good.” Finally he rolls and I roll with him.

  I feel filthy, and I like it, but there’s something else I’d like too. “I think a shower would be amazing.”

  He laughs and wipes sweat from his brow. “Perfect idea.”

  When we shower together it’s everything I’d hoped. We kiss and explore each other’s bodies until the water turns cool. Then Chad towels me off and I feel so safe, so crazy with him already. I only hope I’m not setting myself up for a fall.

  SMACK!

  I suck in my breath as his hand makes contact with my behind.

  “Hey!”

  “Sorry, it’s just,” he grins, “it’s so round and perfect. I need to see it vibrate under the smack. It’s a work of art, Rachel, it really is. Like a fucking Monet painted the world’s most perfect ass.”

  I know that he’s kidding, but it only adds to his charm and the thought of Monet painting an ass like mine is so amusing I start to shake with laughter. “I have to get back to the house,” I tell him, pushing his hands away. “Jessie is going to wonder what is going on.”

  “Fine. Tonight you can go back. But tomorrow, I am going to explain things to her. I want you here, Dove. With me.”

  “I’m not so sure. You might not want me around after you get to know me. I’m a little moody and I like my space. And from the looks of things you might not appreciate my unique form of organization. Or lack thereof. And I’m worried she will come looking.”

  “Tomorrow you’re staying here.” His hands cup my breasts and it’s hard to think.

  “We’ll see. It depends.”

  “On what? If you don’t come, I will come and take you. Put you over my knee. Don’t keep what’s mine from me, Dove. I’ll rope and brand you if need be.” His eyes glisten with naughty pleasure.

  “Really? Well, then I will definitely not come on my own. I want to see what else you have in store fo
r me.”

  “And I can’t wait to show you.”

  He kisses me until I have to push him away, pleading that I have to go. Even as I flee reluctantly from him, he follows a few steps behind, making sure I get inside safely.

  My heart is pounding as I get to the house. It’s so late. Will Aunt Jessie still be awake? Worried about me?

  The front door is old and it sags against its hinges, mumbling at my touch. I flinch with every sound, but nobody hears me, and I pad through the house, sneaking into my room. Exhausted, I collapse into my bed, sleep taking me to dreams that cannot compare to the evening I just had. I can only hope to dream of what might come next.

  Chapter Fourteen

  RACHEL

  “Can you come visit tonight?” My chest tingles as Chad whispers, passing by as I sit on the bench of the picnic table shucking corn for dinner.

  Holding my breath as he sits down on the wooden slat beside me, his eyes darting around us to see if anyone could see.

  I woke up this morning surrounded by a heart shape on the floor of my room made entirely of wild flowers. Losing my virginity to a gorgeous cowboy...who would have expected that to happen?

  “Kiss me.” His wild blue eyes make my stomach clench; I can see the longing held inside.

  “Shhh, Aunt Jessie is coming back out in a second.”

  “So hurry then.” He tilts his head, the brim of his cowboy hat touching the top of my head as he leans in. I can smell the scent of his spicy cologne mixed with the hard day’s work on his shirt.

  I grin as I tip my face and lean in. His lips taste like a brilliant mixture of the sweet Pepsi he drinks and a bit of the dust from the field.

  “Mmm...” A moan escapes my lips as my quick kiss turns deeper and Chad’s hand snakes to the back of my neck, pressing me hard and full into his mouth.

  He opens my lips with his warm tongue, pressing inside, seeking me out, finding me there waiting. My chest tightens both with desire and fear that Aunt Jessie will walk out at any moment.

  I pull back, biting on my lip in an effort to restrain the rapidly building momentum in our kiss.

  “Go!” I giggle. “Back to work, you slacker.”