Under the Rancher's Firm Hand

He hiked up my skirt and I lowered myself down onto him, his pussy sinking deep, deep into me. We’d stopped using condoms recently after a lengthy discussion. While we weren’t actively trying to start a family, we both decided that we were ready to see what would happen.

And I relished the feeling of him raw inside me. I loved it, and I loved it even more when he filled me, marking me from the inside.

So now, as I was riding him, that’s what I was reaching for. I know, with him, my own pleasure is a guarantee, but I got a thrill out of making him groan and gasp for me.

I tightened the walls of my cunt around him and he let out a low hiss, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck, Harlee, you’re so fucking tight.”

I bent down and kissed him, hard, too breathless to answer as an orgasm spirals through me and makes me see stars.

But even as he wrought every last drop of pleasure from the climax, pumping into me over and over and sending aftershock after aftershock rippling through me, I wanted more, and once I’d recovered, I rode him harder.

“I just can’t get enough of you,” I breathed, “I love you, Caleb, I love you so much.”

“And I love you, Harlee Johnson,” He murmured in my ear.

He loved using my new full name. He loved that I belonged to him and him alone, and he proved it as another orgasm wracked me and he reached his own.

He bathed my insides in his hot, load, and carefully lifted me off of him while keeping me snug and secured in his lap.

I could feel my own arousal mixed with his seed dripping down my thighs, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

All I cared about was this beautiful sunset, and this magical moment with the love m

THE END