Wrangling the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 3)
“God, you’re beautiful, Maize. I don’t know if one night is gonna be enough to satisfy my craving for you. You’re already like a sweet tooth I can’t kick.” I kiss down her stomach until I reach the edge of her panties. Once I remove them, I slowly slide my tongue up her slit. Her breathing grows faster, and I know the moment I dive inside her, she’ll combust.
I flick her clit before sucking it and tasting her. Gliding my hand up her thigh, I spread her wider and then push a finger into her pussy. She gasps, rocking her hips as I thrust.
As her sweet juices cover my mouth and face, I devour her like my last meal. It takes only a couple of minutes before her legs clench, and she screams out her release.
I’m well practiced with control and patience, but my willpower snaps the moment she comes on my tongue. Quickly, I remove my jeans, then slip on the condom. As soon as I line up with her entrance, I push inside.
The moment our bodies connect is fucking heaven.
She wraps her legs around my waist as I pound into her, over and over, giving her exactly what she asked of me. Hard and fast.
As she gasps for air and lets out little breathy noises, I know she’s close again, so I don’t slow down until she squeezes my cock. We rock together in perfect harmony as I rub her clit and massage her breast.
“Fuuuuck, Maize. You’re so tight.”
“Don’t stop, oh my God, it’s soooo good.” She bucks her hips wildly as she fists the sheets. “I’m so close. Go deeper,” she begs.
I lift one of her legs until it’s on my shoulder and spread her wider so I can angle myself to get deeper inside her pussy. The moment I do, her entire body shakes, and she moans out her third release.
“Holy shit,” she pants.
“I’m not done with you,” I tell her, shifting back. “Roll over,” I demand.
As soon as she does, I get between her legs and grip her hips. Maize arches her back and sticks out her plump ass for me.
“Spank me. Hard.”
Raising my arm slightly, I crack my hand against her cheek and smile when I see how red it gets. “Fuckin’ perfect, baby.”
I position myself between her thighs and return to paradise. With one hand, I fist her hair and yank her head back until my mouth touches her ear. “I’ve been fantasizing about doing this to you since the moment you mentioned it at the bar tonight. Bending you over and pulling your hair…fuck, I’d been hard for hours just thinkin’ about it.”
“Yes,” she purrs. “Pull harder.”
She looks up at me with big blue eyes, and I nearly lose myself right then.
“Don’t push me, Maize,” I growl. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she assures me. “I want it hard and rough with you, Gavin. Don’t stop.”
I do exactly as she asks. I pull her hair as I fuck her from behind, slamming my cock so goddamn deep inside her pussy she’ll be feeling me there for days. Then I smack her ass again to make sure my red imprint stays too.
The moment she clenches around my cock and gasps for more air, I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze gently. She loses control, and seconds later, I do too.
My body aches from the best sex I’ve ever had.
I can say that with one-hundred-percent certainty, which, considering I haven’t dated a woman in over a decade, is fucking insane. One-night stands, yes, but I never get attached. And I definitely don’t think about round two the next day.
But I am. I want Maize for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Then again for dessert. The taste of her pussy and sweet skin is still on my tongue, and I need more.
I half-open my eyes and see the sun blazing through the blinds. Why in the hell Colt doesn’t have curtains is beyond me, but at least this way, I’ll be able to fuck Maize and admire every perfect inch of her body.
When I roll over to find her, I’m greeted with an empty bed.
What the hell?
I feel around, but the sheets are cold.
No…she couldn’t leave. I drove us here.
Deciding to check around the apartment, I pull on my boxers and walk to the kitchen. When it’s empty, I check the bathroom. Then the living room.
Next, I notice her clothes aren’t on the floor.
She left.
I check the time, and it’s barely eight in the morning.
No note, no phone number for me to reach her, nothing.
Well, shit. There really is a first time for everything, and I can’t say I’m a fucking fan of getting bailed on the morning after.
Chapter One
MAIZE
THREE WEEKS LATER
As I get dressed for work, I can hear my parents chatting, and it makes me smile. I’ve been trying to soak in these little moments because eventually I’ll move out and get my own place. My dad wants me to live here until I’m fifty, but that’s not happening. It’s one of the reasons I’ve been thinking about starting a catering business as a side hustle.