Reece (Stud Ranch)

“Baby, that’s all you ever have to say.”

And then his mouth crashed down on mine and his hands were everywhere, on my ass, slipping underneath my leggings, moving around to my clit.

Before I knew it, he was bearing me down to the ground. But instead of coming over top of me, he’d moved down my body, dragging my leggings with him.

He shouldered my legs open and growled, “God, I’ve been dying to taste this pretty pussy,” and before I could say, wait, no, that wasn’t the kind of oral I thought we’d been talking about—

His mouth was on my center.

And. All. Thought. Stopped.

Because dear all things holy—

My hands dug into his hair as my legs fell open wider, and then my thighs clamped around his head as the first spasms of pleasure hit, and then fell open again. Oh God, I’d never had— No one had ever done this to me— I didn’t know it could feel so—

I lifted one hand from his head to shove in my own mouth because I could barely hold back the scream of pleasure trying to come out of my throat.

The orgasm hit me before I was ready and it was— Holy shit! It was higher and heavenlier than anything I’d known was possible. Between his tongue and the weed, I couldn’t—

I was trembling with aftershocks by the time he lifted his head, grinning in satisfaction as he swiped his mouth with his arm. I’d never wanted anyone more.

My legs flopped open but I wasn’t done with him. “I’m begging you,” I whispered, tears of pleasure coursing down my cheeks. “Please, fuck me now. I need to feel you inside me.”

His eyes widened. Maybe he’d thought the one orgasm was all I’d want, but no, I needed to feel him inside me, plus, I— I couldn’t have this just be one way. I needed him to—I needed the closeness and reassurance of him with me, I couldn’t even explain it to myself.

But when I reached my arms down to him, he didn’t deny me.

He climbed up between my open legs, shoved his jeans down, and he was hard, gloriously hard. He reached in the pocket of the jeans and pulled out a wallet, then a condom out of the wallet, sheathed himself, and was finally, gloriously pushing inside my swollen, readied sex.

We both groaned in pleasure at his entrance.

But it was all getting a little too real. Desperate, I needed to take it back to the pretend world, especially when I looked up into Reece’s intense, gorgeous eyes.

“Fuck me, Professor, and tell me what a good student I am now.”

If there was the briefest flicker of disappointment in his eyes at my words taking us back into the fantasy realm, he hid it quickly.

Instead, he grasped my jaw with his hand and told me, “Clench on my cock, little girl, and show me how badly you want this grade.”

The show of dominance did make me cream all over him that much more. “Yes, sir,” I gasped, and strained with all my inner muscles to hold onto him as he began to pump in and out of me. I didn’t miss the way his eyes flared in satisfaction when I called him sir.

“Dig your heels in my ass and ride me back,” he ordered.

I arched into him and did as he said. The robe beneath my back made a soft barrier between me and the dirt floor.

“I said to fucking ride me,” he commanded, and I did, lifting my hips to meet his punishing ones as he really started getting into fucking me.

It was dirty and rough and sexy as hell.

“Fuck me harder, sir,” I begged, loving the way his large, hard cock filled and commanded me in a way Jeff’s never could. Reece was all natural confidence borne of his life of genuine hard work, not manipulation. And he fucked like he lived—genuine, hard, earnest.

And it felt so damn good.

I dug my nails into his back as he demanded, “Look at me. Fucking look me in the eye as you come.”

I did. Dear God help me, I did.

I came, and I came hard as he pumped into me and then stilled. I spasmed around his cock as he pinned me to the barn floor, eyes locked with mine.

12

The next week, all I could think about was the filthy, thrilling things I’d felt on the barn floor that night with Reece.

I remembered all of it, in delicious detail. Every time I stopped the ATV, I’d feel some twinge in my body that would remind me of where his hands had been. Or his mouth.

Dear Lord, I’d had no idea my body could feel those things.

Just like he’d promised, we were still ourselves during the day. Everything was normal between us at the dinner table. Okay, so maybe occasionally there was a lingering look between us… I didn’t know about him, but now that I’d opened Pandora’s box…all I could think about was continuing to explore.