Rancher Daddy and Cowgirl - Page 3

CHAPTER THREE

Mary Cait

It’s pretty damned strange to be so fucking turned on and so fucking angry at the same time. I mean, this guy isn’t like one of the typical men I encounter, the men I can usually just put in their place in a biting but good-natured way. Few people can argue with my skill on top of the horse, and so when that skill makes it clear I’m not someone to be trifled with, it usually ends any silliness in terms of how someone treats me.

I have no real frame of reference for how to deal with Alexander.

I certainly have no way to understand how in the world I’m so fucking turned on by him!

As soon as the door closes, he kisses me hard, and his kiss is aggressive, domineering, and borderline offensive of how much is unspoken about it. This is the kind of kiss that makes it clear he thinks he’s staking a claim. It ought to piss me off. Instead, I kiss him back. When the kiss breaks off, though, I manage to say, “Asshole.”

He spins me around and lands a swat on my ass. I yelp and he says, “You watch your language, little girl!” He lands another spank and I yelp again.

“Sorry, Daddy!” I squeal.

What the fuck is happening to me? I mean, this is pissing me off and turning me on at the same time. It is the first time in my life that happens at the same time. I feel his arms come around me from behind and they slide directly under my shirt and up to my breasts. He squeezes them through my bra, and he nibbles my ear and says, “Good girl.”

God! That has the same effect as well. I mean, he calls me a good girl like that, and it pisses me off to no end. On the other hand, I can’t deny that it also turns me on to no end. I end up moaning so now I’m not only pissed off at Alexander, but I’m pissed off at myself, too. He kisses my neck and I moan pretty clearly so any hope I might have about hiding the effect he has on me is, of course, gone.

His hands drive me wild, and the closeness drives me wild as well. I press my ass against him and I can feel his bulge against me. He flips me back around suddenly and it pulls my shirt up over my breasts. He lifts it up the rest of the way and tosses it on the ground. He kisses me hard again and when the kiss is finished, he says, “Now you behave, little girl.”

I gasp and I intend to say something in retort but when I open my mouth, I realize my bra hangs from my shoulders limply. He’s unhooked it during this whole exchange and I didn’t even know that he was doing it. I stare at him and he raises an eyebrow. Damn it all, I want to say something biting. Instead, I end up breathing out, “Yes, Daddy.”

He calls me a good girl again and once more I’m turned on pretty damned powerfully and simultaneously pissed off. I feel like my body and my mind have a disconnect going on and the disconnect is fucking crazy because my hands slide down his sides and I start clawing at his belt buckle. He kisses me hard and his hands move down to take hold of my wrists. He turns us around and presses my arms against the wall.

“Patience, little girl,” he says against my lips.

Anger and arousal again fight inside of me. Arousal wins.

He keeps that up, just undressing me and kissing me and continually making it clear he’s the Daddy and I’m the little girl. It’s so strange to find myself growing more and more frustrated by it all but to simultaneously find myself growing more desperate for him with every passing moment. Finally, I’m completely naked and he takes a step back.

I step toward him and he says, “Wait, little girl. Let me look at you.”

I’m sure there is some human being at some point in history who looks with more hunger at someone else but I can’t imagine it. His eyes travel up and down my body in the most predatory way and I am so damned desperate I can’t even think straight. “Daddy, please!” I moan.

“All right, princess,” he says and I watch as his shirt comes off.

By the time his pants are off, I am whining and moaning like an addict desperate for a fix and when he crosses to me and throws me on the bed, I cry out and open my legs wide. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

Instead of fucking me, he dives in between my legs and uses his mouth in incredible ways. I stiffen and whisper, “Oh, God, Daddy.” That’s all I can get out before my legs start to shake and my stomach tightens and then I cum harder than I’ve ever cum in my life.

“Oh my God, Daddy, yes!” I cry, spasming and moaning and quivering under him. “Fuck you feel so…Oh my God!”

The last exclamation comes when he stands and thrusts into me deep and hard and I cum again, at least a dozen times as hard as I did when he went down on me. The exclamation fades into a scream and I give up trying to gain any control of my body or what Alexander is doing to me. I can only ride the waves of pleasure that pick me up and throw me into a sea of overwhelming sensation. I scream and moan and shiver and squeeze his cock with my trembling pussy as my orgasm rolls through me unabated.

Finally, I hear him cry out and feel him pulsing inside me. My hands slam onto his ass and pull him deeper while my hips grind on him in slow circles and my pussy continues to tighten around him in time with his pulses.

We lay in each other’s arms and I wonder how his arms around me as I drift off to sleep can feel just as good as his cock pulsing inside me.

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