How West Was Won (Haven, Texas 7)

“Which is why I’m gonna build us our own place.”

“We’re leaving the ranch?” She half-turned to look at him.

“Back in place,” he growled. He gave her a series of hard, fast smacks. Her ass now throbbed, a deep ache that had tears tracking down her face.

“You ready for the strap?” he asked her.

“I . . . I don’t know.”

He ran his hand over her lower back. “You have your safeword, you can say it at any time. It’s too much, you say it, understand me?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“I love you, baby girl.”

Slap. Slap. The strap landed, and she groaned. Oh, that deepened the burn considerably, and it was almost too much. Slap. Slap.

Her safeword was on the tip of her tongue until he paused and reached between her legs to play with her clit. She was practically dripping with her need, her clit throbbing and swollen. He flicked it, circled it, and suddenly the burn changed into something more.

“Fuck, I was going to give you a few more, but I need you, baby girl.”

“Please. Please.” She thrust her hips back. He gathered up some of her natural lubrication on his finger and moved it to her asshole, pressing it slightly inside her.

His other hand continued to play with her clit. She arched back with a scream, going off like a rocket, shocked by how quickly and how hard she came. She felt him move in behind her, then he flipped her over onto her back. He rested his weight back on his ankles and drew her up onto his lap.

She sank down on his cock.

“Ride me, baby.”

She placed her hands on his shoulders and raised herself up then slammed down. God, he felt so good inside her, claiming her, stretching her.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Feels so

fucking good.”

She moved up and down. Faster and faster. He played with her right nipple, pinching it lightly, then pulling on it.

“West! West!”

He laid her on her back and held himself over her, taking over the pace. His movements were hard and fast. It was exactly what she needed, what she desired.

“Make yourself come, baby.”

“I can’t! I can’t!” Her head thrashed back and forth.

“You can. Play with your clit, baby girl.”

He pulled back out of her again, and she groaned. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, and grasping hold of her hips, surged inside her.

“Now. I’m close. Come with me.”

She reached down and played with her clit. Her pussy clenched around him. So close. She let out a scream as she came, her body rocking beneath his as she heard him roar his own release.

Ten minutes later, she lay curled up against him, her head resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat. Her butt was hot and sore, her body sated from those two orgasms.

“I don’t want to leave the ranch,” she whispered.

He ran his hand up and down her back. “Good, cause we’re not going to. We’re going to build a house on the ranch.”