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“What about you? Did you know you wanted to take over this ranch from your dad?”

“No,” Cruz said. “I didn’t get along with my dad.” He paused as he was about to say his old man was a grumpy old bastard, but instead, he kept that to himself.

He sat across the kitchen table, looking toward Kate, knowing he had a worse reputation than his own father. It was a terrible reality check. He didn’t like it.

“Hopefully, I made the old bastard proud.”

Kate chuckled.

“I guess we’re a real pair, aren’t we?” Kate asked.

He finished mopping up his beans with the last of his waffle. Kate put her knife and fork down and got to her feet, reaching for his plate, but he was not going to have her do the dishes. He pulled her down, so she was sitting in front of him at the table, and he made sure to move the plate out of the way, so he had an uninterrupted view of her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“What I should have done last night.” He reached for the waistband of her sweatpants and started to tug them down her thighs. She lifted up, and he pulled them off her body.

She wasn’t wearing any panties, and he put his hands on her knees, as he’d placed her feet on his thighs. He stared up at her, and she licked her lips, and her cheeks looked a little flushed. With his hands on her knees, he then spread her legs, but he didn’t immediately look down at her pussy. He kept his gaze on her, not wanting to break eye contact.

Slowly, he slid his right hand up the inside of her thigh, followed by his left, bringing them back down toward her knees, and then slowly back up. He didn’t touch her pussy, just stroked her thighs on the inside.

Moving up, and with each indrawn breath, he saw he was making her aroused. Also, the other telltale sign were the erect nipples that poked against the front of her shirt. She took several deep breaths.

And then, with his right hand, he pressed it against her pussy, and he still didn’t look away. He stared into her eyes and watched as he started to work her clit. He moved his finger back and forth across her nub. Then, he moved down, and started to press his finger inside her cunt, watching for any sign of discomfort, but he didn’t see any. Pulling his finger back, he pressed forward, and she was soaking wet.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Yes.” She was breathless.

Removing his fingers, he grabbed her hips, pulled her to the edge of the table, then leaned in close. She smelled absolutely amazing, musky and fresh, and he slid his tongue between her slit. He teased her clit, gliding his tongue back and forth across her nub, and then moved down, going toward her entrance, as he pressed forward.

He fucked his tongue into her pussy, and then pulled back, going to her clit and dancing across it. She cried out.

He cupped her hips, tightening his grip, and he worked her pussy, sliding his tongue over her nub, building up her pleasure. He let go of her hip, stroked his fingers through her clit, and then pressed a single finger inside her. Cruz didn’t stop licking at her cunt, getting her nice and wet.

With his finger now knuckle-deep within her tight cunt, he was able to feel the change within her, as she got closer to her orgasm. Cruz was tempted to keep teasing her, but instead, he pushed her right over the edge, and he felt her pussy tighten around his finger as she came.

His name echoed off the walls, filling the kitchen with her pleasured sounds. It was the sweetest music to his ears. The best sound he could have ever heard.

This was all he wanted.

Chapter Five

Kate didn’t know when they did the dishes, or even how they did the dishes. Just that the breakfast dishes were done, they were in the sitting room, and they were both naked. How they got that way was a bit of a blur.

Belle had gone out to do her business, then wandered back inside and curled up under a blanket in the chair across from them. At first, Kate was a little nervous to be naked in front of the dog. However, Belle was not looking at them, and Cruz moved her so she straddled his lap. She put her hands on his thick shoulders as he grabbed her hips. They were pressed together, quite tightly. Her pussy close to his cock.

Cruz reached up and pushed some of her hair off her shoulder.

“I want to fuck you,” he said.

This made her smile. “I’m not complaining.”

He reached his hand between her thighs. “Are you sore?” he asked.

She shook her head. Right now, she didn’t think she would register anything but sheer bliss. His touch set her world aflame. She was on fire with need, and she didn’t want him to stop anything. Everything felt so good. It had from the start.

“Look what I’m doing to you,” he said.