Wrangled (Steele Ranch 2)

When I groaned, low in my chest, she turned to look at me, a little frown in her brow. Taking the hand I held, I moved it to my lap, settled it on my dick. Her eyes flared wide.

As soon as we knew for sure, we’d be hightailing it to the courthouse to make it official. While she couldn’t legally marry both of us, she’d have the protection my name provided. He and I had talked about it and legally, she’d be mine. But that didn’t mean she’d be his any less. She knew she was both of ours. The mixed cum on her thighs was proof. That baby would know not just one dad, but two. Know the love Kitten never had. Until now.

Kitten cupped my dick, gave it a slight squeeze.

I stood, tugged on her hand and lifted her out of the chair. “We’ll be right back.”

As I led her out of the room and down the hall to Aiden Steele’s office, I heard a few chuckles, but I didn’t pay them any mind. As soon as I closed the door to the masculine room, I undid my belt buckle.

“You want my dick, Kitten?”

She looked up at me with very precocious eyes. When she licked her lips, her pink tongue flicking out, I knew we no longer had a sexual innocent. She was now a vixen who knew just how to get what she wanted.

“Oh yes,” she all but purred. “The plug you put in me is driving me crazy.”

Before she’d left Jamison’s cabin, I’d worked the smallest plug into her. She’d taken bigger over the past week, but I’d wanted this one to stay in over the meal, so she’d remember who she belonged to. To have in the back of her mind that one day soon we’d claim her together. For me, it was hot as fuck knowing she had it in her all that time.

She started to fall to her knees before me, but I caught her by the arm. I slowly shook my head, kept her from kneeling and taking me in her mouth. “You know the rule. Ladies first.”

“But we have to be quick. I don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing.”

I walked her backwards toward the wall. “Kitten, everyone knows what we’re doing. And as for fast—”

“Oh!” she gasped when I lifted her up, cupped her glorious ass in my palms until she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“—I’ll have you coming all over me in about thirty seconds.”

She was so small, so light, that I leaned in and pinned her in place as I pulled myself free.

“Still bare beneath this pretty dress?”

Nodding, she bit her lip and rested her head back against the wood paneling.

“Still like the plug?”

She nodded again, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink.

When I found her slick heat, slid over the plush folds she thought were too big, I groaned and pre-cum seeped from me. She had me primed and ready to fuck at all times. And the feel of her, all swollen and ready for me, was too much. My finger bumped the base of the plug. I couldn’t wait.

Lowering her, she slid right down onto my dick. She gasped out and I leaned in, kissed her neck. “Shh, Kitten. Don?

??t let anyone hear your little cries.”

I pulled my hips back, plunged deep.

“More?” I said, breathing in her soft scent.

“More,” she whispered.

I didn’t hold back then. Jamison and I had trained her to come all over our cocks, her pussy responding to us beautifully. I knew her body, knew the spots inside I had to stroke that would set her off. And I aimed for them, rubbed over them until she came. I felt her begin to milk me, pull me in, try to hold me as deep as possible, as if her body craved my cum. She had her lips pinched closed as her cheeks flushed, her moans stifled.

“That’s my good girl.” Jamison had told me about her trigger word, that it shamed her to be considered naughty, even if she were anything but. Instead, we praised her often, ensuring she knew she was absolutely perfect.

I thrust deep two more times and followed her over, filling her right up. Load after load of cum until she’d drained me dry. Until my brain was fried and I could do nothing but cup her ass with one hand, press against the wall with the other.

She couldn’t get down on her own. I was too tall and she was impaled on my dick. Little aftershocks rippled along her pussy and I was ready to go again.

But Kitten was right. A quickie was all fine and good. Everyone understood the need behind one of those, but anything longer was bad form.