“Move, honey,” I rasp, my mouth still devouring her soft neck.
I expect her to bounce on my dick immediately, but she doesn’t. Instead, her hips roll forward before they push back, causing my finger to dip inside of her even farther.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I take it as my permission to continue with the play. My hesitation now gone, I begin to pump my finger in and out of her sweet hole. She doesn’t say another word and neither do I. She rides me while I finger fuck her ass, my cock on the verge of exploding the entire goddamn time.
It doesn’t take her long to climb until she’s on the edge of her release. Her thighs begin to shake, her pussy flutters around me and I grunt, knowing that she’s close. I don’t stop my manipulation of her ass, instead, I add a second finger which makes her gasp before she groans, loudly.
“I’m close,” she needlessly announces.
“Come all over me, Stephanie. Squeeze me, honey,” I rasp.
It’s all she needs to be pushed over the edge. She cries out at the same time my teeth sink into the side of her neck and I suck on her delicate skin, no doubt leaving a mark. Her body shakes, her ass contracting around my fingers at the same time her pussy pulses around my cock.
It’s too much, I can feel it all, and it’s fucking phenomenal. So much so that I come right there, without a single warning.
“Fuck,” I shout as my dick twitches and my cum fills her.
Releasing my grip on her hair, she falls forward and buries her face in my neck as I slowly remove my fingers from her back entrance, grabbing a hold of her ass cheek again.
Her lips touch the side of my neck with a sleepy sigh. As her body comes down from its release, only then does she lift her head to look at me. My fingers slide up and down the center of her back, my other hand still gripping her sweet ass.
“I’ve never, wow,” she breathes.
“Never, nothing back there?” I ask with a smirk.
She shakes her head. “No, not ever. I didn’t know you were that kind of boy, Ford Matthews.”
I grunt, looking deep into her eyes, wondering how I got to be this lucky of a bastard. “I wasn’t that kind of boy, Stephanie. But I am that kind of man,” I say with a chuckle.
She leans forward and touches her mouth against mine. “You’re dirty, Cowboy.”
“Fucking filthy,” I grunt.
STEPHANIE
I stretch, wondering how my body is this sore. We only actually had sex once last night, which is nothing like the usual. Ford has an appetite that I didn’t know existed in thirty-five-year-old men.
Letting out a moan, I tug the sheets over my bare breasts as my eyes flutter open. The sunlight spills in the room and I’m not surprised to find that I’m alone.
Ford is an early riser, he has to be. He has a lot of chores to do all by himself and I know he does them alone because that’s the way it’s always been done here. Not only that, he takes pride in running this ranch alone.
Though, I know that he does hire seasonal help when he needs it, namely his cousins who work for extra side cash.
Biting the corner of my lip, I let out a sigh as I force myself out of bed. I don’t have anything to do, really, but I can make myself useful. I don’t want Ford to think that I’ve gone soft since moving to Hollywood, even though my sore muscles tell me otherwise.
I groan with every step that I take on my way to the bathroom. Starting the water in the shower, I look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is a mess, but what I see staring back at me is a little surprising.
A hickey.
I can’t remember the last time that I had one, come to think of it, it was probably Ford who gave it to me. Lifting my hand to my neck, my lips curve up into a smile at the sight of the purple bruise.
Hurrying through my shower, I wash and shave everything, then grab some clothes and slide my shoes on as I hurry downstairs. Rushing toward the coffee pot, I’m not surprised to feel that it’s gone cold.
Looking around, I decide that I’m going to have to get a Keurig machine for myself, I don’t know