Wrangled (Steele Ranch 2)

He wasn’t going to do it. Somehow, he was afraid to hurt me. Even with his need being so desperate, he was thinking of me. I’d told them earlier, I wasn’t breakable. Sure, that pesky hymen was, but that stupid thing didn’t dictate how this went. I did. Well, they did, but in this moment, I could take the control. Could do what Jamison refused, even if it came close to killing him.

I lifted my hips in one strong surge, Jamison sliding all the way in.

Jamison groaned, his hand moving away and slapping the bed beside my hip.

Boone whispered, “Fuck.”

I cried out at Jamison filling me completely. They were right. He fit. But my inner walls were rippling, trying to adjust to the invasion.

Boone’s hands gentled, his words soothing as they let me adjust.

“Kitten,” Jamison scolded as he tried to catch his breath.

“There, it’s done,” I breathed. “Now show me how good it can be.”

I met Jamison’s gray eyes as I gave him the challenge. He grinned in return.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He began to move then, deep, slow strokes in and out as he watched me, making sure I was okay. But I liked this pace, the way every single nerve ending inside me came awake.

“Oh my god.”

Jamison grinned even wider. “Just wait.”

He must have been satisfied by what he felt, what he saw on my face, because he hooked my knee and lifted it up so he had a different angle.

My eyes flared wide at the deeper penetration.

“Wait until you feel this pussy, Boone. So hot, so wet. She fits like a glove. I’m molding her pussy to fit my dick. Your turn’s next.”

It was as if a lead had snapped and Jamison gave up all pretense of control. He fucked hard, deep. The sound of our flesh slapping together merged with our ragged breathing.

“Time to come, Kitten,” Boone murmured in my ear as he continued to play with my breasts.

I had no idea how he could tell just by looking at me, but he was right. With Jamison’s precision fucking, Boone’s playful hands, the pleasure was coming from everywhere. My ears tingled, my toes curled. My pussy throbbed, pulsed. My clit ached.

It all coalesced into this bright white brilliance and I came, my body going tense, my breath caught in my throat as it took me under.

Neither stopped what they were doing as I came. And came. I caught my breath and cried out, gripped Boone’s hard thighs, pressed my head into his shoulder.

I felt Jamison grow even larger inside me before he pounded into me, once, twice, then groaned, the reverberations of it coming from deep in his chest. His butt was taut as he came. I could feel the heat of his cum as he filled me up. My orgasm had lingered, but I knew my pussy was milking him, taking all of that cum deep.

Jamison lifted his head. His eyes were this blurry haze. Gone was the tension, the desperate need. Now, it showed happiness. Male satisfaction. This was the look of a well-fucked male, of a man just finished with the most elemental of tasks. Fucking, mating, filling a female with his seed.

He sat back on his heels, carefully pulling his cock from me. I saw that it was still hard, still a dark plum color, but now it glistened with our combined fluids. Jamison looked down at himself.

“That’s hot as fuck,” he murmured, then shifted his gaze to my parted thighs. I felt the hot gush of his cum as it slipped from me. His finger gentle slid over my sensitive folds. “This, too.”

His eyes raked up my body, met mine. “I took you bare. I assume you’re not on anything.”

I shook my head. I’d never gone on the pill because I never intended to sleep around. I knew that when I gave myself to a man that he would be the One, that I wouldn’t want anything between us. No latex. Nothing. Just skin on skin.

I just never imagined the One would be two.

“I’ve never fucked without a condom, Kitten. You’re the first. The last. You wanted forever.” He collected his cum, worked it back inside me and I whimpered at the feel of it. “There’s no going back now.”

No, there wasn’t. I felt his cum. There was so much of it and I knew it was deep inside me. So deep he could give me the forever I wanted. A baby. A family of my own.