Ranger Ben (A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance) - Page 33

Wondering just how long I could have held out before I brought myself to climax just from watching her.

I gnaw her neck, growling low and asking her just how she wanted me to take her in those woods.

“Like this,” she shivers, shifting from under me and swirling back the covers as she presents herself to me on all fours.

A thin line of her own heat is already tracing its way down her inner thigh, and I can see her pussy quivering already as she gasps, breathing heavily and whimpering.

“Fuck me hard this time, Ben. I’m a big girl now. Fuck me like an animal in the woods…” she rasps, making me groan with pleasure just from the sight of her, even hotter than seeing her in the woods with just her bra and panties.

This is exactly how I imagined myself claiming her, balls deep inside her, with her whimpering underneath me, thrusting her plump ass back against me.

Her heavy chest hangs, with her tiny hands already gripping at the sheets as she flexes her pussy, moving her hips in invitation until I’m almost convinced she’s about to come on the spot without me even touching her.

“You’re so beautiful,” is all I can say, but she’s not fishing for compliments here.

“Ben?” she gasps, her tone more a warning than a question. The urgency in her trembling voice lets me know it’s time.

My queen is ready to be bred good and proper.

Using the smooth heat of my own dick, I trace the line of her essence up the inside of her thigh, spreading her ass cheeks firmly with both hands as I start to knead them.

The rigidity of my cock so hard, so stiff, her own hand searching for it more to savor its touch than to guide it to her quivering hole.

She grunts and moans, and I do the same.

It’s like we’re both in some kind of perfect agony until I’m inside her again.

The tightness of her slick pussy against my cock is some relief, but my girl wants more.

She needs more.

I lean my head back, catching her tossing her own mane of blond hair as she starts to slowly but firmly push against my thick organ.

“Oh, Ben,” she moans, swearing to herself before telling me this is just how she wants it, just how she likes it.

Seeing her smooth body from behind, her chest swaying in time with each of her thrusts, I’m inclined to agree.

My grip shifts from her ass to her hips.

The hips that will carry our children.

I keep one hand firmly gripping her, letting my other hand trace the small of her back, traveling up until I can reach a handful of her hair.

I playfully pull her head back, but her thrusting mound against my cock, her moans of pleasure tell me I can tug a little harder if I want.

“Mine,” I growl, seeing her smile at the word, gasping as she shifts her rhythm and starts to swirl her hips, giving me a sensation I never thought possible.

I’m surprised Jesus isn’t in the room, we both call his name so much, and after hearing her tell me how close she is, picking up her pace to near frenzy, I feel my balls tighten.

Rising up hard against the shaft of my cock, it feels like we’ve been fucking for hours, or it could be minutes.

Either way, it’s never enough, but the shared union. This final release for both of us isn’t a fluke.

It’s how it has to be from now on.

How I just know it will be, we’re that much in synch with each other.

Hearing my name, I coax it from her. Panting between thrusts for her to tell me she’s mine, that this cock and me is all she needs.

No argument there.

As I expect, but in no way predicted in intensity, her body suddenly locks up, her tightness over my hardness gripping me to the point of pain, my own sounds now of near disbelief that any of this could even be real let alone be so good.

She shudders, biting her lip and the bedsheet. My fingers are white at the knuckles, leaving a deep ridge in her hips as I grip her hard, feeling my own climax as she rocks and shivers with her own.

Just like her first time, it’s many minutes before her climax even starts to subside, and we both jerk and twitch as I lay us both down, completely spent.

Her limp body exhausted under mine while I stay inside her, spooning her while her hands reach for mine.

There are no words left to say. I’ve made our bed, and we’re laying in it. Without a spoken word we both know that this is our home, this is our bed.

She’s my girl and I’m her man from now on. Forever.

Home.

Chapter Seventeen

Stacey

I feel Ben sleeping, his grip on me loosening as he slips into the rest he so obviously needs.

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