Wrangled (Steele Ranch 2)

“I’m not a virgin anymore.”

I stilled her hands, but didn’t move them away. I could feel the heat of them through my jeans and there was a chance I’d come right then and there. “You’ve got to be sore.”

She shook her head, bit her lip as she tugged her hands free, took hold of the zipper.

“Careful, Kitten.” Moving my hands away, I let her do what she wanted. But, I didn’t need to see Boone in the ER because of a fucking zipper injury. I’d rather be balls deep inside my very eager woman.

Once the jeans were open, she stopped. “Um, I thought it would pop out.”

I laughed, but it was partial groan. She eyed my groin as if she hadn’t eaten and my dick was her first meal in a week. I lifted my hips, worked my jeans down enough so that I did pop out.

“Oh,” she said, in breathy surprise.

“I’m big and it lays down my thigh,” I told her.

She flicked her gaze to mine for a second, then right back down at my lap. “Can I…put my mouth on it?”

Pre-cum emerged from the tip, a drop of it slid down the flared head.

“Fuck, yes.”

Undoing her seat belt, she tucked her legs beneath her so she knelt on her seat, leaned over the center console. I couldn’t miss the way her sweet ass was up in the air, her jean skirt riding up. Reaching out, I put my hand on the back of her silky thigh, slid it up to find her bare. No panties. I closed my eyes, pressed my head into the rest, knew that little scrap of silk was still in my shirt pocket.

Her tongue flicked out and I watched as she licked up the slide of pre-cum, licked her lips. The sight of her glancing up at me from my lap had another stream of it seeping out. “Don’t tease, Kitten.”

She smiled, like the Kitten who’d gotten the cream. Perhaps she was. But I wanted her to have all of it.

“Take me into that virgin mouth of yours. Show me what you can do.”

She did as instructed, opening nice and wide and taking the entire head into that wet heat, her tongue swirling over it as if she were eating a fucking ice cream cone.

I groaned, watching her take me. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.

“Grip the base. Good girl, yes like that. Now take it as deep as you can.”

She quickly discovered her gag reflex and backed off. I wasn’t the kind of fucker who forced a woman to swallow a dick. Just the tight suction as she drew her cheeks in, worked me with an eagerness I found endearing and hot as fuck, was enough for my balls to draw up.

I slid my hand up and cupped her pussy from behind. She moaned and the vibrations of it around my dick made me groan. “Jesus, Kitten. You’re wet.” I slipped a finger carefully inside. “And I can feel our cum nice and deep.”

The idea that she was still full, that the proof that we’d been at her all night—and Boone this morning—made me feel so fucking possessive. She moaned again because I’d found the little ridge of her G-spot and curled my finger over it and I felt the vibrations clear to my balls. Her arousal made her wild. Voracious. She swirled her tongue over the very tip, lapping up the next batch of pre-cum I just spurted into her mouth.

“That’s it. I can’t take any more of those sweet lips.” I grabbed her shoulders, carefully lifted her off of me. Her eyes were blurry as she looked to me.

“Why’d you stop? Don’t you want to come in my mouth?”

With one hand, I pushed the button on my seat for the back to recline. The other brushed over her bottom lip. “Fuck yes. But all our cum goes in that pussy.”

Once the seat was flat, I scooped her up and onto my lap, her knees going to either side of my hips, which bunched her skirt about her waist. I pushed back so she had more room to maneuver with the steering wheel behind her.

Thank fuck she was tiny and she fit. She didn’t even bump her head.

My cock rose up between us and she stared down at it, saw it slick from her mouth.

“It’s all yours, Kitten.”

She met my gaze and she bit her lip, shifting her hips. Then she tucked her hair behind her ears, glanced out the window, as if she’d just now realized we were in my truck and if someone drove up, we’d be seen. I didn’t give a fuck. Of course, I was possessive of Kitten, but there would be no question that she was getting well-fucked, well-pleasured by one of her men and that while she was absolutely gorgeous when she came, all they could be was fucking jealous.

Kitten was mine.