“Mmm… So damn sweet. Both little holes tight as drums. I can’t wait to stick my cock inside your mouth. Then your pussy. Then I’m going to fuck you in your ass.”
His words were deliciously filthy, further awakening the naughty girl inside. It was as if the cowboy had managed to peel away the layers of fear and anxiety, anger, and distrust, yanking on the wanton woman buried deep inside. When he lightly pressed his lips against my legs, brushing them up ever so slowly, I held my breath for fear of continuing to scream. My skin was on fire, my muscles relaxed yet every nerve ending seared from the white-hot coals licking at them like a predatory creature.
He continued his exploration, kissing and licking along the crevice between my thigh and hip, moving slowly up to my stomach. When he darted his tongue around my belly button, I became lightheaded once again, uncertain I could put two coherent words together.
A few seconds later, he crawled over me, his hulking mass of a body hovering barely inches above me. The low-slung growls pushing past his luscious lips sent vibrations dancing down my legs. His feathery kisses continued, drifting closer to my breasts. After he dragged the tip of his rough tongue between them, he lifted his head until he was able to look me in the eyes.
“Good things happen to obedient girls. But when they’re bad, they’re punished hard and often.” His voice was even more authoritative, the tone dipping into the deepest level of baritone.
The words were thrilling, another round of excitement surging through me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he rolled his tongue around my nipple ever so slowly. When he nipped the tip, his eyes twinkled as if the devil inside of him had been released. As he took the tender flesh between his lips, he exaggerated his sounds of sucking.
I was mesmerized, my breath shallow and my pulse skipping. I’d never been so aroused in my life.
A dark chuckle slipped past his lips before he moved to my other nipple, biting down brutally.
“Oh…” I licked my dry lips, my arms floating down. I had to touch him, to feel his heated skin. With a single touch, I knew we were both going to burst into flames.
He studied my face, the intensity of his gaze magnifying. I knew he had every intent of keeping his promise to fuck me in every hole. There was no way I could handle his gigantic cock inside my asshole. None. I’d never been fucked in the ass. I almost laughed nervously as he eased his face closer to mine until our lips were almost touching.
“What’s so funny, little girl?” he mused.
“Na… Nothing.”
His grin returned seconds before he captured my mouth, keeping his lips pressed firmly against mine.
I eased my hands over his shoulders, squeezing his arms. He was built like no other man, a perfect combination of chiseled muscles and sculpted abs, a small waist leading to his hips and his butt riding the blue jeans he wore like a form-fitting glove. I should fight the attraction, but there was nothing I could do.
He pushed his tongue inside my mouth, but only for a few seconds. When he reared back, he stared down at me before taking my hand and yanking me into a sitting position.
After dragging off his boots, he took both my hands, placing them on his belt buckle. “Finish undressing me, Danni.”
I gave him a shy smile, the warmth of another round of embarrassment making my heart go pitter-patter as butterflies crisscrossed patterns in my tummy. Why my hands were shaking I wasn’t certain, but I fumbled as I tried to unbuckle the belt, imagining the strap being used against my bottom once again. The sting from the earlier spanking lingered, my bottom remaining crimson for some time.
The entire situation had been so damn embarrassing, but also freeing in the craziest way. Just being in the truck with him, seeing the incredible majesty of the ranch had left me aching inside for different reasons. I could certainly see living on such a gorgeous estate, watching the horses as they roamed the fields every day.
As if that was ever going to happen.
What amazed me was the respect he had for the land, the way he talked about the ranch and his friend. I’d been impressed, even feeling guilty for the way I’d treated him, yet when I’d laid eyes on