Wrangled (Steele Ranch 2)

“You came with my finger pressing against your ass. Time for more.”

His palm flattened at the very base of my spine right before his slick thumb pressed to my back entrance and slipped in. Between the angle and the lubrication, he went right in.

I groaned at the stretch, the slight burn.

“Feel full?” he asked, his voice rough.

I nodded, glanced over my shoulder at him.

“Fuck me, Kitten. Fuck the cum right out of me and you’ll see what it will be like when we both get in you, one of us in your ass, the other in your pussy.”

I could picture it, me being between both of my lovers. The idea of it wasn’t scary. No, the feel of Jamison’s thick finger proved I liked butt stuff. And when I began to move, lifting and lowering myself as I used the steering wheel for balance and leverage, he slid his thumb carefully in and out. Not too far, but enough to let me know an actual dick would be…incredible.

It was too much. All of it. The first orgasm had primed me for more, making me so sensitive that it wasn’t hard to tip over the edge. And his thumb…

“Come for me. Come now.”

It may have been the gravelly bite of his words, the surprising pleasure/pain of his fingers, or because I felt him swell even thicker inside me, but I came. I screamed, the sound, I knew, carried out the open windows and across the open ranch land.

“That’s it. Milk the cum from my balls. Yes. Fuck. You love something in your ass. My dick will be there soon. Ah, you’re going to love it.”

My hair was long down my back, my breathing ragged as I used Jamison for my pleasure, eked out every bit of it as I worked my pussy on his cock, rubbed my clit against his body as he continued to talk filthy.

I wanted everything he said. Every. Single. Word.

His thumb pressed even deeper as his entire body went taut. A deep groan escaped his lips as he came. I glanced over my shoulder then, watched him as he did so, seeing him lost to the world, to the pleasure he’d pulled from my body. At the same time, I could feel the hot cum spurt inside me. So deep. So much of it that I would be marked, inside and out, for days. He shifted his hips, up and down, the tiniest amount as he came, his cum starting to escape around him, coating my thighs, his lap.

I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t do anything but hold on tight.

Eventually, his hands moved away, I lifted myself off him, turned back around so I faced him once more.

“Wait,” he said, his voice soft now, tender, as he looked at my pussy, hovering over him.

His dick was glistening, coated in our combined fluids. Still hard. Angry looking, as if he still had to come.

“What?” I asked.

“I love seeing you coated in my cum.”

His hand cupped me, gently, and began to work all that cum that slipped out over every inch of my pussy, even working some of it back up into me.

“Get my cell.”

It was in the center console and I picked it up. “You’re not taking a picture.”

“Fuck no. Find Boone’s number. Call him.”

I wasn’t sure why, but I nodded and did as he wanted. Boone answered on the first ring.

“Hi, Boone,” I said, my voice deep and rough, probably from screaming.

“Put it on speaker,” Jamison said.

I pushed the button.

“Hi, Kitten,” Boone replied.

“Tell him what we just did, that I fucked your broken in pussy with his cum easing the way. That you came hard because I had a thumb working that virgin ass. In my truck.”