Wrangled (Steele Ranch 2)

I clenched my fists to keep from lifting her up and sinking her right onto my dick to prove that. Thank fuck she went up onto her knees so she hovered over me, then shimmied and slid, shifted her hips and worked herself down.

I had my eyes fixed right on her pussy and how my dick was disappearing inside. She was hot and so fucking tight. While I had no doubt she’d be wet all on her own, having our cum inside her already helped ease my way, especially since she had to be sore. We hadn’t been rough with her, but an unused pussy needed some TLC and this wasn’t it. Later, when I got her to my bed, I’d be sure to get my mouth on it to make it all better.

PENNY

One hand gripped the top of the passenger seat, the other in the open window, balancing myself as I rode Jamison like a cowgirl. I even had my boots on. Last night in the back of Boone’s truck, Jamison had said I’d take their dicks for a ride. I didn’t think he meant like this with all the world to possibly see. Maybe not the whole world, just the ranch hands. Maybe Mrs. Potts, the housekeeper.

I was just too eager to wait. Why should I? Jamison had all but promised me a wild night, and they’d definitely made good on it, but they’d made me insatiable. Needy. Greedy for cock.

A whole bunch of man-induced—no, men-induced—orgasms could short-circuit a woman’s brain.

He didn’t laugh. Nope. He just moved his hands out of the way and let me open his pants, then take him into my mouth. I’d felt powerful, knowing I made him hard, made the tip weep. Made him lose control. Me. Virginal me.

And I was like this because Jamison was right. I was passionate about him. About Boone, too. They were something I wanted with all my heart and that made all the difference. They made me realize I’d just been going through the motions of life until now. And finally, I knew what I wanted and I was going to take it. And that was Jamison’s dick. I wanted it. Wanted to share this overflowing passion with him. I needed this connection, this bond.

And it wasn’t naughty. I wasn’t naughty taking what I wanted because it was…right.

I’d made him crazy enough to tug me over the center console and onto his lap. Through gritted teeth, he told me to have my way with him. With a gorgeous cowboy, all muscles and strong hands. Powerful thighs, thick cock. This man who could overpower me, hurt me, destroy me, lay in wait for me to take what I wanted from him.

And so I was taking full advantage of that welcome.

When I first lowered myself, I felt the burn, the soreness of being filled again, wiggling my hips to take him in. But it quickly, no, immediately was replaced by pleasure. Somehow, Jamison was hitting every hot spot I had, and I was on the brink of coming.

I’d been close before, the two of them leaving me simmering all day with their touches, their words, their darned promises of what they were going to do to me that I’d mentally said fuck it and jumped Jamison.

I laughed, let my head fall back as I reveled in the thick feel of Jamison deep inside me, how I could take from him what I wanted. Being with him, to some, might be considered stifling. Him and Boone, both, were dominant men. But it was the opposite, I felt. I felt free for once in my life. They accepted me as I was, wanted me, and based on the way their cocks were always hard, wanted me. Jamison was giving me the room, in this moment, to explore my own desires, learn from them. Even use him.

I clenched around him, felt the flare of heat, the sweat bloom on my skin from that simple motion. He was really deep. This angle had him bumping the top of me and I knew I took him all—especially when I was sitting on top of his thighs. His hands tightened on my hips, but he did nothing to move me.

“Kitten,” he warned, the sound gravelly. His gray eyes held mine, a hint of warning there. For what, I didn’t know.

I grinned slyly. “What?”

His hands came up then, not to get me to move, but to grab the front of my shirt, rip it open. The buttons were no match for his strength and they went flying. His eyes flared at the sight of my breasts in the lacy bra.

“Ride me. I want to watch those gorgeous breasts bounce as you make yourself come all over my dick.”

I felt myself get wet at his dirty talk and decided to take mercy on him, on both of us, and began to move. Up, down, swirl my hips. Over and over until I sensed I was close, rode him toward the pleasure, taking him faster and faster. My thighs would be sore later from the workout, but that was so…later.

“Jamison. God, I’m going to…oh, yes. It’s so good.”

I was so lost to the need to come that I missed that his hands had moved. One finger pressed against my back entrance in a slippery circle. His other hand cupped my breast and pinched a hard nipple through my bra.

“Jamison!” My eyes flew open and I met his narrowed gaze. Saw the way his jaw was clenched, his cheeks flushed.

“Like that?”

Did I? I had no idea there were so many nerve endings…there, that it would feel. So. Good.

“Fuck yes,” I cried. I couldn’t help but squeeze and clench around him, my mind giving up the fight and my body taking over.

He pulled away, gripped my hips and lifted me off of him.

“Wha—”

“Turn around.”

I worked my legs over his waist, difficult in the small space, until I straddled him again facing away from him. As if I were driving the truck. My hands went to the steering wheel. Jamison slipped his thumb over my pussy, dipped it inside before pulling it free and working me down onto his cock. This direction had him hitting all different places inside. I whimpered, glad to have him back inside.