Leaning all of my weight on my right side, I reached down with my left hand to unbuckle my belt and undo the fly of my jeans. I’d become so goddamn hard from getting her off that it sprangfree from the slit in my boxers without any additional help. I then wrapped Dakota’s hand around my dick, letting her get a good feel for my length while slowly stroking me.
“Is this what you want, Wildcat? Between your thighs, and buried deep inside your pretty little pussy?”
Her grip tightened around my shaft, and I took that as an invitation to lower, letting her guide the head of my cock in before stopping. She groaned in protest, bucking her hips in an attempt to force more of me in.
“Rhy,” I pulled away, stripping the rest of my clothes off as Dakota whined my name, dragging out the single syllable as I returned to tease her cunt with a few playful thrusts, just enough to stretch her walls and drive her wild like her name.
“I like it when you say my name. Love it when you use the shorter version. Feels more—personal; just like this…” I sank my full length into her, all the way, until she was pressed right up against my pelvis.
A gasp broke from her as her head fell back, exposing the column of her neck in bliss, and it was all the encouragement I needed to do it again, even slower. Letting her cunt feel every inch—my King’s Crown dragging its way along the inner wall, her body taking me so fucking well.
“Fuck, Rhy. Your cock—” A sharp inhale cut off her cry as the piercing stimulated parts of her that no man has ever reached.
“Tell me more about my cock, darlin’. Tell me how full it makes you feel...” Pulling halfway out, I slid back in with a short,intentional thrust. “God damn, I can’t wait for you to milk me of all my cum with this tight, perfect fucking pussy…”And she’s all mine.
I increased my pace, fueled by every moan that passed Dakota’s swollen lips, still covered in various shades of pink and red. I couldn’t help but admire the sight of her unraveling beneath me; fingers tangled in her hair as she gradually fell apart.
Leaning down, I brushed my nose across the dip in her clavicle and along the side of her neck, pressing soft kisses to her flushed skin. Dakota’s legs wrapped around my waist, as her entire body tensed, and I hooked an arm under her arched back for support.
“I’m gonna—oh fuck, Rhylan. I can’t—God, give me more. Don’t. Fucking. S-stop." Through labored breaths, she bit down on her bottom lip, muffling the rest of her cries.
“That’s it, Wildcat, you’re almost there...” And so was I. Ready to fucking burst with one more squeeze. “Come with me, Dakota. Take us over the edge like thegood fucking girlyou are.”
I brought my thumb to her clit, applying gentle pressure while rolling the pad against the sensitive nerves to push her the rest of the way over.
Unable to hold back, I came, the head of my cock kissing her cervix, as I coated it in my cum. A couple more seconds were all it took before Dakota came crashing down with me, coming hard enough that our cum spilled out between us, making a hot fucking mess of her, me, andour bed.
Dakota passed out once her body had calmed. I didn’t know what the morning would bring, how she would react to me after sobering up. But, nonetheless, I moved her warm body to the headof the bed, holding her close while I could, before falling asleep myself.
Everymorning,Irosewith the sun. My routine was consistent; never missing an opportunity to lounge on my back porch with a mug of black coffee in hand, admiring the morning mist as it drifted across the countryside.
For the first time since purchasing Cherry River Ranch, I had a reason to stay in bed past the crack of dawn.
Dakota. Her long, honey-blonde locks cascaded over her face and bare shoulder as slow, deep-sleep breaths expanded her ribcage beneath the sheets, with the sunlight kissing her skin. She was a vision of her own. A work of art. And this radiant woman was bringing out my softer side for the first time.
“Mm… I hope you haven’t been lying there this entire time, watching me sleep like some creepy stalker, Cowboy…” Dakota’s voice cracked with a teasing tone, and I huffed a laugh in response.
“Sarcasm first thing in the morning? I can tell we’re off to a great start already.” Matching her energy, I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body into mine, our noses just barely touching. “You hungry?”
Dakota blinked the sleep from her eyes before focusing them on mine, the sunbeams turning her green irises a shade of dark gold that left me hypnotized, unable to break from her trance.
“Are we talkin’ real food, or the kind of meal that’ll have a woman coming back for seconds?” She licked her bottom lip before biting down; she knew exactly what she wanted.
“How do brown butter pancakes sound? With fresh whipped cream and a drizzle of maple syrup? I bet if I make ‘em just right, you’ll surely be greedy formore.”
While I’d never hesitate at the open invitation to fuck Dakota, I wanted to take full advantage of roping her in before she slipped through my lasso and left me empty-handed.
She paused, seemingly taken aback by my response; clearly not what she was expecting to hear.
Dakota’s lips parted to speak, but nothing came out; speechless, trying to come up with a witty comeback or something close to it.
As the silence extended between us, I took her hand in mine and slid backward off the mattress, still naked, my dick just hanging in all its semi-hard glory.
“Come. I’ll feed you, and then you can feed me…later. Maybe for dinner?” My eyes raked over her exposed body, the sheets pulling further down as I got off the bed.
If she chose to stay, I’d keep her by my side all weekend. Show my girl around the property, and everything that made me fall in love with it.
I’ve always been a country boy at heart. But if she asked to go back to the city, I was in no position to object. After all, home is where the heart is.
