Page 30 of Savage Rancher
I lift my head and lightly tap her pussy to get her attention.
She gasps, her eyes flying open. But under the shock, I see the flush and flare of her arousal.
She likes it.
I hum. I’ll put that away for later.
Watching, I slide two fingers into her. We both groan as I work them in. She's so wet, so tight. She props herself on her hands, watching me press into her.
I slowly move them in and out, each time going deeper, rubbing my thumb on her swollen little clit. “I can’t wait until it’s my cock splitting you open,” I say, my voice rough. “Think you can take me?”
“You think you can last?” she sasses back breathlessly.
I smile slowly, leaning down. “I guess we’ll find out.”
She moans as I pick up the pace, opening her knees wider. I fuck her with my fingers while I work her clit with my tongue until her moans fill the kitchen, raw and desperate.
"That's it," I murmur against her, curling my fingers inside her. "Let me hear you, Emma. Let me hear what I do to you."
“Jake.” Her hand clutches my hair. "Oh God, Jake, I'm?—"
I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her see stars, and she shatters. Her orgasm hits her hard, her whole body going taut as she cries out my name. I don't stop—I keep licking, keep fucking her with my fingers, drawing it out. She’s shaking and gasping, begging me to stop.
Not yet. Not until she gives me more.
I stand, replacing my mouth with my thumb. I grip her chin, tilting her face up to mine. "You still taste like heaven," I tell her, then I kiss her, loving the way she moans.
Goes straight to my cock.
Desperate for her, I bend to lick her nipples, one and then the other, until she’s writhing on the counter, back arched, gripping my head to her chest and begging me for more.
Sucking one into my mouth, I pinch her clit, pulling a little.
“Jake.”
Her fingernails bite into my skin. I groan, loving it, loving the way she’s coming undone for me—loving the way she’s clenching my fingers as she comes.
Fuck, I need to get inside her, to feel her squeezing my cock like this.
I ease back until my fingers are slowly moving in her. I let her nipple go with a pop and straighten.
She's wrecked—her hair a mess, her lips swollen, her chest heaving. She looks at me with dazed, satisfied eyes, and I've never seen anything more stunning.
"Jake," she breathes, her hips undulating against my hand.
“More?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Yes.” Her head falls back.
Easing my fingers out of her, I tap her pussy. Once. Twice. Three times. Rubbing over her, I push in and then withdraw, working her clit before tapping her again. “I want to bury myself inside you and feel you come around my cock. Want to watch your face when you realize you're completely fucking mine. Want to mark you so deep that every time you move tomorrow, you remember exactly who you belong to.”
She moans, long and loud, trying to spread her thighs wider.
With a hand supporting her back, I bite her shoulder. "Come for me, sweetheart. Right now."
She does.
Her orgasm hits hard, body convulsing, crying out my name. I don't stop—I keep working her through it, prolonging every second.
