Bought by The Billionaire Rancher

by Tee, Marian

  "I'm t-trying." Hers, on the other hand, was a tremulous pant. With every added inch that went inside of Tilly, the sleek but tight walls of her pussy stretched to accommodate him. But even with all the pleasure it gave her, she couldn't help seriously wondering if maybe it was possible for him not to fit.

  Logan saw the look on her face and knew exactly what she was secretly fretting about. "It's going to fit, babe."

  "Of course."

  But she was still panting, her smile a tad dubious, and while logic told the billionaire that he wasn't uttering any lie, it was not fucking helping at all that she really did think he had this monstrously big cock. His ego loved that, but more importantly, it had his erection swelling even greater in size.

  A good thing, considering how it turned her pussy deliciously tighter than it already was, but a bad thing since it might mean causing her more pain when he finally took her virginity.

  "How much does it hurt now?" he managed to ask.

  "It d-doesn't exactly---AAAH!" The last two inches of his cock lodged inside of her in one deep, forceful thrust, her hymen giving way with a searing flash of pain, and it was only then she realized his question had been a mere distraction.

  "Y-You..." But she couldn't even finish a single sentence, the mad rush of emotions jumbling inside of Tilly making her incoherent. There was just so much to feel, pleasure coming at her from just about every major erogenous zone of her body. Breasts swollen and heavy, nipples scraping against his chest, and oh God, she didn't even know where to begin or how to explain what was happening between her legs, with the entire length of his cock now pulsing powerfully against the walls of her vagina.

  She felt him start to pull out, and she instinctively wanted to cry out, No!

  Not when they were just starting.

  But then a nanosecond later, and she felt his cock rubbing against every inner inch of her pussy as it pulled out, and it was like having her whole world spin out of control. What was supposed to be a cry of protest instantly turned into a whimper. More. More. More. That was what her wordless whimpers meant, and it seemed as if the billionaire understood perfectly, because he had now begun a steadily increasing pace of driving his erection in and out of her.

  Slowly and gently at first, and when her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her hips began to meet his thrusts, the billionaire moved faster and sank deeper, every plunge of his cock driving her closer and closer to that sweet, euphoric madness her body was already crying out for.

  Oh God, but he just made her feel so good.

  Everything he was and everything he did seemed designed by fate to intoxicate her. The way he gazed at her. Kissed her. Touched her. Even the heavy, slapping sounds created by the constant smashing of their naked bodies was a seduction in itself, with the way it added a thrillingly forbidden flavor to his lovemaking.

  He fucked her so beautifully, so exquisitely good, that she found herself submitting completely to his dominance, all thoughts melting away until the only thing she remembered was his name.

  "Logan." It came out in a whimper. A moan. A cry. And when she felt his hand between their bodies, reaching down to pinch her clit, his name turned into a scream.

  "Looooogaaaaan---"

  He pounded into her, harder, deeper, and faster than ever, and it was the beginning of her rapid freefall into lust-laced madness. Her breath caught, her nipples tightened into pointed buds, and her stomach clenched with anticipation.

  "Come for me, baby."

  Her world spun off tangent, a cry tearing out of her throat as her body arched in devoted obedience to his command, and Tilly's orgasm spilled down in creamy, powerful spurts that dripped past the length of his cock and all the way down to her legs.

  "Logan." She was sobbing his name now. Begging him. Because with the billionaire still moving, his cock repeatedly ramming into her, there seemed no end in sight for her climax. Her body was in a constant state of writhing, and she could barely manage to breathe.

  "Logan."

  Too good. So absolutely, impossibly good.

  And as she finally heard Logan growl her name, his powerful body arching as his cock ejaculated its first load into her, Tilly could feel her own body reacting helplessly, one last irresistibly lurid wave of pleasure causing her inner muscles to contract.

  Oh God.

  It was too, too much, and the most incredibly ludicrous possibility popped into her brain just as her vision started to blur.

  Was it really possible for someone to fuck another person's brains out?

  It was Tilly's last thought before her eyelids swept close, and she herself became the answer to her question.

  Chapter 12

  Tilly's body was exquisitely sore the next day, and she was conscious of a tingling sensation between her legs every time she moved about the nursery, cleaning up while Liam played with his new set of building blocks.

  It was almost as if her pussy was humming in satisfaction, having been deflowered by the most consummate of lovers, and just thinking about last night was enough to have her wet and shivery all over again.

  That their first night together was the most incredible thing to have happened to her had to be the understatement of the century, and Tilly didn't know whether to feel disgruntled or amused at the fact that just one round of sex with the billionaire had her briefly passing out.

  Not that it ended there, of course. Logan had been quite insatiable, and when she finally regained enough of her senses to open her eyes, it was to see the billionaire stroking his cock, his gaze trained on her naked body while he waited for her to wake.

  And after that, well...ooh la la.

  'I need you again.' He had spoken the words as he mounted her, and all she had been able to do was open her legs and let him in. A part of her had been terrified that the first time had merely been a fluke and sex would be mediocre after that. But it wasn't. Instead, it just kept getting better, with her pleasure increasing as the pain of having her hymen torn apart gradually faded.

  They had made love until the rising sun had turned the skies into an ombre of Dijon to dandelion yellow, and in those six or so hours, the billionaire had been inexhaustible. He had taught her how to ride him like he was a stallion, and afterwards he had her on all fours, fucking her from behind like they were dogs in heat. He had taught her how to make him cum by rubbing his cock between her tits, and in return he had made her lose her mind as he fisted her until she was sobbing out in her climax.

  When she had to wake Liam for his next feed, the billionaire had insisted on having her sit on his lap while she bottle-fed the toddler. And as Liam sleepily sucked, Logan had lifted Tilly off him for a moment - and when he brought her back down, it was to have his cock impale her at the same time, and she could only bite her cries back, not wanting to disturb Liam.

  It had been the most salacious of torments, having his big, hard cock just throbbing inside of her, causing Tilly's inner muscles to tighten and release reflexively while she fought hard to keep still for Liam's sake.

  And when it was time to finally return Liam to his crib, the billionaire had simply waited for her to bend over the railing, and as soon as she had the toddler, already fast asleep, back on his bed, Logan had plunged right back into her, and it started all over again.

  It was only the knowledge that Billie would be knocking on the door soon to say goodbye before leaving for school that had the billionaire reluctantly taking his leave. He had given her a long, deep kiss before quietly pulling the door shut, and a moment later her mobile phone had buzzed with an incoming text.

  Logan: I'll be at the office until late.

  A few seconds later, another text had come in.

  Logan: Don't wait up.

  Another moment passed, and one last message arrived at her inbox.

  Logan: Call me if you need anything.

  Remembering this made Tilly shake her head in ruminant amusement. He hadn't any need to update her, but he had. And when he had realized it wa
s so, he had tried to be brusque by asking her not to wait for him. But then he had feared that he would end up unintentionally hurting her, and so he had backpedalled, asking her to call him for any reason.

  Contradictory as always, perverse to a fault, and that was why, Tilly thought with a tiny smile, her gorgeous billionaire was also delightfully predictable. Plopping down next to Liam on the carpeted floor, she gave him a tight hug from behind, and Liam dropped the blocks he was holding in surprise.

  Oops.

  "Sorry, little one." But because the scowl on his chubby face was just too cute, she couldn't resist teasing him a little more, holding on to him even as the toddler tried to wriggle out of her hold. When he realized he couldn't get away, he turned to her with a squawk of protest.

  "Mama!"

  What in the world---

  Tilly looked down at Liam in shock. "What did you say?"

  But it was the little boy's turn to tease her, only looking up at Tilly with an innocent expression.

  "Why you little rascal...is this your way of getting even with me?"

  The toddler laughed.

  She took the building blocks he had dropped and handed them back to him. "Now, what did you say again?"

  "Ten tyu."

  "No, no." She was torn between laughing and groaning, feeling like she had just been bested by a one-year-old. "Come on, what did you say earlier? Who am I?"

  Liam kept playing with his blocks.

  "Pleaaaaaaase."

  But the toddler only blinked, as if he only spoke Mandarin now.

  Just like his uncle, Tilly thought grumpily, when there was something Logan didn't want to hear. She tried one last time to wheedle the word out of Liam, but the baby didn't even seem to hear her this time, and Tilly began to feel guilt about pressuring a one-year-old to say something she wanted.

  After all, it was very possible that he still vaguely remembered his biological mother, mistook Tilly for her. and that was why he had called her---

  "Mama?"

  Tilly's head snapped back to Liam. She saw the little boy proudly holding out the tower he had built, and it was six blocks high.

  "Oh, you beautiful boy." She took him into her arms and tried not to squeeze the life out of him with her hug. "This is so beautiful," she gushed, and Liam chortled as she rained kisses over his face.

  Pulling back, she told him, "Mama's so proud..." A glimmer of an idea came to her then, and a mischievous little smile curved over her lips. "And now Mama will teach you a new word..."

  Chapter 13

  Logan couldn't stop thinking about Tilly, couldn't stop hearing her sweet little cries over and over in his mind, and worst of all, he couldn't stop wanting her. He had sported an arousal ever since leaving the ranch, and it had pretty been much his constant state for the rest of the day.

  Time seemed to move painfully slowly, and he had lost count of the times he reached for his phone, only to change his mind and toss it back on the desk with a silent curse. He had already acted like an idiot when he texted her this morning. He had always hated women that had a tendency to cling to him like a leech, and there he was, becoming what he had despised, and all because of what?

  The fucking nanny, literally?

  He had to get a fucking grip of himself, had to---

  A knock sounded on the door. "Mr. Hardwall?" Jim came in a moment later. "The nanny is here."

  "The nanny is what?"

  Déjà vu, Jim thought, and yet not quite so at the same time. Because unlike before, the billionaire no longer sounded furious. This time, his boss actually sounded...wary?

  Like he was hearing something too good to be true, Jim realized.

  Logan saw the way the older man started smirking and realized how he had completely given himself away. Shit.

  "Ms. Wakefield is coming up as we speak."

  He only allowed himself a grunt this time, not wanting Jim to have even more ammunition against him. Damn old interfering man was getting more all-seeing by the day.

  "Shall I turn her away?"

  In the act of reaching for a new set of contracts to study, the billionaire jerked in his seat at his assistant's words. "What? No, for fuck's sake---" And then he saw the look on Jim's face.

  You've just been punk'd, boss.

  The billionaire swore, and Jim smiled. Mrs. Montgomery was right, he thought complacently, and it was good that he had the intuition to listen to her. Mathilda Wakefield was indeed a very special girl for Logan Hardwall, and he could only hope things would progress further from here.

  "Shall I wait for Ms. Wakefield by the elevator, sir, or would you like to have the honor---"

  "She's just the nanny, dammit."

  "You're absolutely right, Mr. Hardwall. And as I'm too old for her as well, it would be best if I have one of our executives who's her age to meet with her and---"

  The billionaire strode past him without a word, and the door slammed shut in the older man's face.

  Mission accomplished, Jim thought with a satisfied smile.

  Logan's irritable mood only worsened by the time he made it to the end of the hallway and saw the small circle of employees and executives that had gathered around Tilly and his nephew.

  Ninety percent of which consisted of men, the billionaire couldn't help noticing darkly, and the thought gifted him with a violent urge to punch each and every one of their faces.

  Tilly absently looked up, and her startled gaze was immediately captured by brooding dark ones.

  Logan!

  He saw her pretty face immediately glow, and the sight helped in smoothing the roughened edges of his mood. She was glad to see him. It was written all over her face, and damn if he could understand why that mattered to him.

  "Excuse me please, it's Mr. Hardwall."

  His name worked like magic, the men instantly moving back and sliding away, like the Red Sea parting open.

  Because Logan was Moses, Tilly reflected with good-natured humor, and his word was everyone's command. And since she, too, was under his authority, albeit voluntarily...

  Logan's beautiful face was shuttered when she and Liam finally reached him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Hardwall."

  The impish smile on her lips was a total contrast to her angelic face, and God, he couldn't recall being this turned on, and the effort it took to control his urge made his voice harsher than usual as he asked, "What are you doing here?"

  A part of him was already expecting her to look understandably hurt, but instead her eyes sparkled with impish mirth even as she spoke in a deceptively demure voice. "I'm so sorry for coming unexpectedly---"

  Liam, having looked up and realizing who was standing next to them, immediately interrupted with childish glee. "Papa!" That one word had everyone in the office, the billionaire included, coming to a standstill.

  Good boy, Liam, Tilly thought approvingly. Even now, the little boy was doing a great job, with the way his arms stretched out to his uncle, and the billionaire, unable to resist Liam's wordless request, took the baby boy into his arms.

  Women around them swooned at the sight of man and boy together, and Tilly studiously avoided Logan's gaze as this had him glaring at her.

  "That's what actually I came here for," she said instead.

  Tilly sounded worried, but Logan wasn't buying it. If learning about her sister's life-threatening condition hadn't been enough to have her come apart, he highly doubted Liam suddenly deciding to call him Papa was even enough to make her blink.

  This little troublemaker was up to something, the billionaire thought, and the only thing left to do was wait for her to reveal what it was.

  "I think Liam's unconsciously missing his parents," Tilly was saying, and Logan managed not to roll his eyes at the way she was wringing her hands and had everyone convinced of her anxiety. "It's made him think of you as his dad. He obviously misses you so much..."

  Tilly looked up then, and Logan's brows shot up. What the fuck? She was looking up at him in a way that would make it obviou
s to anyone...it was really her, not Liam, who was missing him.

  "Last night was just so good, you know..."

  The billionaire choked.

  "Because we played around..."

  And now everyone else was choking.

  "With Liam, I mean," she said innocently. "And you know..." She deliberately licked her lips, and it had the billionaire staring at her mouth. Fuck. God, that fucking mouth. It was uncanny, but also sexy as hell, the way she could so easily switch between angel and seductress, and he could feel his cock practically near to bursting out of his pants as her sigh drew his attention to the rise and fall of her breasts under her blouse.

  "It's been so long...and hard..."

  WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS. SHE THINKING. OF.

  But even as she had him torn between having her carted off to the nearest asylum and shaking some sense into her, neither could Logan stop remembering the way his long and hard cock had been buried inside her sweet little pussy.

  And it seemed as if all the men under his employ were thinking the same thing.

  Fuck.

  Logan's jaw clenched at the way they were staring at Tilly. This was all her fault, dammit. She should just fucking stay at home, where he alone could look at her. He glared down at Tilly, warning her against further playing with fire, but this only had her eyes sparkle brightly with laughter in response.

  "I'm just talking about the time Liam spends apart from you." Her voice was full of earnest innocence, but no fucking way was he buying this either. "It's seriously been so long---" Her tongue darted out to slowly trace her lips. "And hard..." Her teeth sank into her lower lip.

  Dammit.

  Dammit.

  God fucking damn this woman for being impossible to resist.

  The billionaire's mouth swooped down to cover hers, and a silent but chaotic kind of madness appeared to take over the crowd. A couple of men couldn't resist hooting, a few even clapped, but mostly everyone simply gasped even as they very carefully and stealthily got their mobile phones out to take photos.