Page 29 of Savage Rancher
"I'll come to you," she says clearly, unflinching.
"Good." I kiss her again—softer this time, but no less assertive. “Now, are we done with the past?”
“Fuck yes.” She grips me with her thighs.
I tease a bite on her neck, kissing my way up to her mouth. "I've been thinking of you for eighteen years. Every goddamn day, Emma. I came back for you. Only you."
"Good," she breathes against my lips.
I pull back, tugging her hair. "Are you mine? Completely?"
"I've always been yours." Her voice is steady, certain. "I love you."
Something in my chest cracks open—something that's been locked tight for so long I can’t believe I still recognize it. “It’s you, Emma. It always has been, and it always will be.”
“Tell me,” she demands, her green eyes fierce.
My cock surges. I love it when she doesn’t back down. “I love you. I'm never letting you go. You understand that? You're mine now, Emma. Completely.”
“Good,” she says again, pulling my mouth to hers.
The kiss is hot, consuming. I grip her hips, yanking her against me. Torture myself by pressing my cock, near bursting in my jeans, against her. I rub my jeans against her, and she moans into my mouth. The sound goes straight through me, igniting something primal and possessive.
I need more.
I need to taste her—I’ve been craving her for so long. I need to make her come apart on my tongue before I take her upstairs and bury myself inside her.
I break the kiss, my breathing ragged. "Lean back."
Her eyes go wide, dark with want. "Jake?—"
"Now." I push her knees up, my hands sliding up the backs of her thighs to hold her there. My shirt rides up, and her pussy is there, pouty, dark hair neatly trimmed. The sight of her like this—half-dressed in my clothes, perched on my kitchen counter, panting and flushed—makes me fucking feral.
"I've dreamed about this for a long fucking time, Emma." I run my thumbs along her lips, pulling them apart, dipping one between and gliding through her slit. She's already wet—I can feel it, see it, smell it—and my mouth waters. I spread her wider, and she gasps.
"Jake,” she moans, her head falling back.
"Christ, you're so beautiful." I lower my mouth.
The first taste of her makes me groan. She's sweet and slick and perfect. Fucking delicious. I hum against her.
The vibration makes her jerk. Her hands fly to my hair, grasping hard.
I fucking love it.
I lick into her slowly at first, savoring every inch, relearning the taste of her. She's trembling already, her thighs shaking against my palms. I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing, and she arches off the counter. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling, and I growl against her.
"More," she begs. "Please, Jake, I need?—"
I know what she needs. I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard, and she cries out, incoherent. Her hips buck against my face, and I hold her down, keeping her exactly where I want her.
"Stay still," I order against her skin.
“I can’t.” She whimpers. "It’s been so long."
"You want to come?" I hold her clit between my teeth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue.
“Yes.” She tries to grind herself on my mouth.
