Jeremiah (Stud Ranch 5)

And then she pulled off her own and I had to stop, astounded by the perky fucking breasts that I’d only fantasized about heretofore.

I pressed her back to the steering wheel as I finally got my mouth on those tits. The horn honked and I didn’t care, putting an arm around her back to brace her from the wheel as I licked and bit at her dusky pink nipple. The way she cried out and writhed on my lap told me she was liking everything I was doing.

She dug her hands into my hair and held me against her breast, so I suckled harder, and fuck, the way her nipple hardened into a tight peak under my tongue. She cried out in pleasure and that was it—I had to feel her.

The hand I had free I dove down to unbutton her shorts. She gyrated against my hand. It took way too fucking long to figure out the button, but I managed, and then I was slipping my hand down underneath her black lace panties.

I had to pull back and watch. She watched too as I slid my hand down her center. My work-tanned hand was dark against her pale belly. I’d exposed the top of her cunt and the sweet little curls there. Fuck, I loved a natural woman.

My breath caught as I slid my middle finger lower and I hit her moist center. She jerked forwards on my lap, her legs sliding open wider, her back arching.

“That’s right, baby,” I murmured, and when I glanced up, her eyes were wide and glazed.

I pulled my hand back from her center and sucked the finger drenched with her into my mouth. If I thought her eyes were lust-glazed before, it was nothing to when I did that. She jerked again on my lap and that was when I got it.

She’d never been fucked by a real man before, had she?

She was so intimidating; she’d probably only fucked little boys she thought she could control. Oh, honey.

I dropped my hand back down and I took my time, letting the anticipation build. And when I reached her center, I felt around for that little bud at the top of her slit.

Her entire body reacted when I made contact. Fuck, but she was so responsive. So on fire for it. For my touch.

How long since she’d properly shaken with a full-body orgasm? Maybe that was why she was wound so goddamn tight all the time.

I circled her clit lazily, massaging her lower back with my other hand, right at the top of her ass crack.

“W-why are we still wearing so many clothes?” she asked hoarsely.

“Because, sweetheart,” I said, dipping my hand at her back lower so I was clutching one ass cheek and pulling her tighter to me. Simultaneously, as I felt more and more moisture slicking her center, I dipped my finger lower to massage around her entrance. “Some things are worth the fucking wait.”

Her mouth dropped open like she was gonna say something else, but I shifted my hand in the front so I could really get deep and I slipped my finger inside her, feeling all along her fleshy walls as I went. And yep, there it was. The inside nubbin—the G spot. I started to massage around it while I dipped my head back to her breasts.

Rhythmically, I tugged her forward and backward over my pants-covered cock with my hand on her ass, other hand buried up her center. I surrounded her, owned her completely, and her responses rewarded me.

She became more and more lost to my caresses, to my command.

In the way I’d always fantasized she would.

Because I couldn’t fucking lie anymore.

I’d dreamed about this. Far too many nights alone, knowing she was just down the hall. All the discipline it had taken not to open my door and walk the ten feet to her room seemed impossible now. How had I managed all those months not to make up some excuse so I could knock on her door? To see her in a robe she’d hastily pulled on, her cheeks flushed?

I’d dreamed of the way I’d peel that robe right off. Of how I’d shove her against the door, a hand over her mouth to make sure she didn’t make a noise, just enough light to see the thrill and excitement in her eyes…

But it was too complicated. We’d lived in the same house. And then when she left and her best friend was marrying my brother—

I bit down hard on her nipple and she screamed. As she came. Hard.

I felt her contract deliciously around my hand.

I smiled and didn’t let up. Because now here we were. Now here she was, her hot body over me. No, now that I finally had her in my arms, I wouldn’t let up. Not until we’d both finally worked each other out of our damn systems.