Ride a Rancher: Rancher Only Series

by Christensen, Elle

  With his index finger, he traced the top of my bra on one side, then he dipped it below the fabric and dragged it down. The pad of his finger whispered over the tip of my nipple, and it instantly hardened. I sucked in a breath to keep from whimpering, and his eyes lifted to mine, flashing with a determined glint.

  “Don’t hold back with me, Helena,” he commanded. “I want to hear your sounds of pleasure. To hear what I do to you.”

  He bent his head. His soft hair brushed against my sensitive skin, and when the heat of his mouth enveloped the tight bud, I cried out and arched my back.

  Stone released my nipple with a pop and brought his face up and close to mine. “Good girl. Every moan, every whimper, every scream. They belong to me, baby. Only me. And I want what’s mine.”

  Fire burst in my core and spread throughout my body at his caveman display. I probably should have been offended or angry or…whatever. Instead, his dominant attitude was taking my arousal to a whole new level. It was hot as fucking hell, and the flames had burned my feminist membership card to cinders. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run from the cacophony of emotion or jump his fucking bones.

  He made the decision for me when he yanked down my other bra cup and latched onto my nipple. One hand came to rest on my hip while the other unsnapped my jeans and dove inside to cup my pussy. A deep, low groan rumbled from his chest. He released my nipple and rested his forehead in the valley between my breasts.

  “Fuck,” he rasped. “You are so damn wet.”

  I was glad he wasn’t looking at my face because I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

  “All for me. You have no idea how much that turns me on.”

  I forgot all about being embarrassed as he licked a path up my chest and buried his face in my neck. Then he dipped a finger between my lips and pushed the tip inside me, making me suck in a fast breath and clench around the digit.

  “Mmmm,” he practically purred. “I can’t wait to feel you gripping my cock.” He pumped his finger a few times and lifted his head to stare into my eyes. “I’m going to slide so easily into your soaked pussy, baby. But I’m a big guy, so I need to get you ready to take me.”

  Keeping our gazes locked, he withdrew his hand from my pants and sucked his finger clean. His eyes closed, and he moaned as though it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

  “I was right, you taste incredible.”

  Without warning, he dropped to his knees, tugging my jeans and underwear with him. My legs were trapped and couldn’t open far, but he leaned in and slowly licked up my center. The world tilted on its axis and my hands—which had been clenched at my sides—plunged into his hair, holding him as much for balance as to keep him from stopping what he was doing.

  I barely noticed when he lifted each foot to remove my pants and toss them aside. He put gentle pressure on my thighs to guide me into a wider stance, and his eyes devoured me.

  “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so pretty and pink. You’re dripping, so ready for me, aren’t you?”

  I mumbled something unintelligible, not really able to form coherent thoughts.

  “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue before I bury myself ten inches deep and have you bouncing on my cock.”

  I never would have guessed I would be turned on by such crude, dirty talk. But, holy shit. I felt as though I was on the verge of coming just from the filthy things coming out of his mouth. I looked down at Stone and watched as he used his thumbs to part my folds—his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

  “I knew it.” He turned his head to the right and placed a kiss on my inner thigh before doing the same to the other. Then he nibbled his way up to my pussy and licked from bottom to top. “You like getting dirty. I’m so hungry seeing how fucking wet you get when I talk like this.”

  Before I could react to his observation, He covered my sex with his mouth and sucked hard.

  “Oh!” I shouted as streaks of ecstasy shot from my pussy to every nerve in my body. Then he circled my clit with his tongue before shoving it inside me.

  “Holy shit—oh, fuck. Don’t stop. Yes!”

  He repeated the process over and over, never touching my clit and driving me mad with need and lust.

  “Please, Stone,” I begged. My legs were shaking, and my body was strung so tight I could barely breathe.

  “What do you want, baby?” Stone murmured. “This?”

  He passed his tongue over the little bud just once, and my knees buckled. But he was gripping my thighs, and when I lost my balance, he threw both of my legs over his shoulders. My back pressed into the wall, and he held my ass in his hands, lifting me to his mouth.

  “I got you, baby,” he reassured me gruffly. “Now tell me what you want.”

  My legs tightened around his head, and my hands fisted his silky, black hair as I moaned, “Please, make me come.”

  Stone gave my clit a small suck then backed off, making me cry out in frustration. “Say you’re mine, Helena,” he demanded suddenly. “Say you’re mine, and I’ll give you all the orgasms you could ever want. Otherwise, I’m going to stop right now.”

  I was practically delirious, my hips bucking, trying to reach his mouth and the intense pleasure it could bring me. “Please.”

  “Say it, Helena.”

  His tone was firm, and when I managed to open my eyes, he was staring at me with such conviction that I knew he would follow through on his threat. Since I couldn’t imagine anyone else making me feel like this, I knew a part of me would always belong to Stone. Besides, he was going to be my first, and that meant giving something of myself to him. So, yeah, right then, I was his. And for however long it took him to get tired of the city girl, the shiny new toy he was playing with.

  “I’m yours,” I breathed.

  “Damn fucking straight, you’re mine,” he growled before he latched onto my clit and slid one of his big hands around so he could sink one long finger into my pussy hole. My body jolted, and I screamed as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Stone continued to finger fuck me and bite, lick, and suck my clit until I stopped shaking and he seemed to sense that the orgasm was winding down. He changed to soft licks, cleaning up the arousal that had gushed from me as I came. After another couple of minutes, he lifted his head from my center and licked his lips with a small groan. Then he helped me back to my feet and stood, keeping steadying hands on my waist.

  “See,” he said with a smirk. “I had to clean you after getting you so dirty.”

  I had no response; my brain felt like mush. The only thing I noticed was that despite the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced, I still felt empty, and my core practically ached.

  7

  Helena

  Stone quickly unclasped my bra then lifted me into his arms and walked into the shower, which was big enough to hold at least four people. He lowered me onto a bench seat and gave me a short but lingering kiss before standing up and removing his clothes. With each bit of skin revealed, the ache intensified, and I didn’t give a crap I was openly ogling him.

  When he shoved his pants down and his cock sprang free, I gasped. Holy shit balls. It was fucking huge. It bounced against his stomach a few times before coming to a stop—pointing directly up at the ceiling. The skin was stretched taut, and the fat head looked purple and…kind of angry. I wasn’t sure that thing was going to fit… I mean, I was a little surprised it hadn’t torn through his jeans like the Hulk.

  Once Stone had tossed his clothes out of the shower, he turned on the water and fiddled with the knobs until he was satisfied with the temperature. As he approached, his cock was at eye-level with me, and I found myself distracted from my worry over whether I could get that monster inside of me. I wondered whether the skin would feel as soft as it looked and what he tasted like.

  When he stopped right in front of me, I leaned forward, ready to find out, but he stopped me by placing a hand under my chin and gripping the hair at the back of my head with the other. He tilted my face up, his b
rown eyes were practically black and his expression fierce.

  “Not this time, baby. I want to come the first time inside you. If you get those sexy lips wrapped around my dick, I won’t last two seconds.”

  I wasn’t sure what to say to that, but I didn’t have the chance anyway because he tugged my head back farther and sealed his mouth over mine.

  I moaned at the new flavor—my essence mixing with his natural taste. Stone released my hair and bent his knees so he could grab my ass and scoop me up into his arms. My legs instinctively circled his waist, pressing my pussy—already drenched again—against his hot, rock-hard member.

  Without breaking our kiss, he walked us over to the spray of hot water and stepped beneath it. When we eventually pulled apart, both of us shaking and desperate for oxygen. He let my legs fall and set me gently back on my feet. His penetrating gaze dropped to my breasts, and he brought both hands up and cupped them.

  “You have fantastic tits, baby.”

  I glanced down and frowned. “They’re small,” I lamented.

  Stone squeezed both globes and waited until I looked back up. “They are fucking perfect, Helena.” He squeezed again and stared down at them with a hungry expression. “Perfect for my hands. Perfect for my mouth. Perfect for fucking with my cock.”

  The images evoked by his words made me desperate to experience them all. However, after massaging them for a few seconds, he brought the tips of his fingers to my nipples and plucked them a couple of times. The sharp sensation it caused went right to my core, and my inner muscles clenched with need. A whimper escaped my mouth, and Stone grunted, “I want more of those sweet sounds, baby,” before licking my swollen lips.

  His hands roamed over my body, often leaving small kisses in their wake as he explored. After driving me wild with need, he dipped his finger into my pussy again and growled, “Fuck, Helena. I can feel how ready you are even with the water sliding over your sexy body.”

  He bent forward and sucked on one of my nipples while he played in my pussy, then switched to the other to give it the same attention. He worked me until I was ready to cry if I didn’t find relief. Finally, he ceased torturing me and took hold of my hips, hoisting my body so I was once again circling his waist with my legs, my arms around his neck.

  “I was going to wash you first, be gentle and sweet, but fuck, baby. I don’t think I can’t wait much longer.”

  He took three steps forward, and I gasped when I felt the cold tile against my heated skin. Stone ground his erection between my legs, his hips holding me up and freeing his hands to play with my breasts. I don’t think it was more than a minute later when I cried out as I shattered apart. Stone’s cock was pulsing in time with his racing heart rate, and he groaned, his tone strained and agonized.

  “Fuck. I hope you’re ready, because I can’t wait any longer.”

  He palmed my ass and carefully but swiftly moved over to the bench seat once more. After dropping down on it, he kissed me fiercely as he lifted me up, and I felt the tip of his cock circling my pussy a few times before it slid inside an inch. Then he pushed in another inch but stopped to let me get used to his size when he felt me stretching around him.

  “Oh, fuck,” Stone gritted through a clenched jaw as he stared between us, watching his cock slowly disappear. “Your pussy is so hot. So tight. Fuck. You’re gripping the shit out of my dick.”

  Warmth spread inside me, and when I felt it drip down my thighs, I realized it was his cum. I wiggled a little, fascinated by the sensation, but Stone hissed and held me still with his hands clenching my hips.

  “Don’t move until I tell you, Helena.” His tone was dark and demanding. “My cock is dripping with need for you, but I refuse to come again until I’m buried balls deep inside you.”

  My hands moved to grip his strong, muscular shoulders, and I let him guide me down until he suddenly stopped. His head flew up, and his eyes locked with mine. I wanted to glance away in embarrassment—I knew exactly why he was shocked. He’d probably just figured out I was a virgin. Yup, a successful lawyer in her twenties…still a virgin. My cheeks were hot, and I tore my eyes away but didn’t get far before he took hold of my chin and forced me to look at him again.

  “You’re a virgin?” he rasped.

  I nodded silently, and as he studied my face, he brushed his fingertips over one cheek.

  “Why would you be embarrassed about that, baby?”

  I shrugged. “I’m a little old, and honestly, I was afraid that if you knew I had no experience, you wouldn’t be interested in me anymore.”

  Stone’s brown eyes widened into dark pools of disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  I frowned, not sure exactly what part he was upset about.

  “Helena, you are giving me a precious gift. And, while I don’t deserve you, I’m going to take it because I would fucking kill any other man who even thought about popping your cherry.” He shook his head, and his expression turned a little cocky as he smirked. “Not that I would want you any less, but I can’t say it doesn’t make me happy as fuck to know you’re mine. Only mine.”

  The emotions he was stirring with his words were making me anxious. I didn’t want to think about what he meant by some of the things he said. I was glad he had no issue with me being a virgin, and at the moment, all I wanted was to get his dick all the way in so I could come again. I lowered my eyelids and stared up at him through my lashes.

  “What are you waiting for? My cherry isn’t going to pop itself.” I leaned in to whisper in his ear, making sure my lips brushed over his skin. “Get your big dick inside and fuck me.”

  I clenched my inner muscles around his shaft as I said the dirty words, and Stone shouted as his hips surged up and he yanked mine down. I winced at the pain of him tearing through my hymen and his cock stretching my pussy so much so fast.

  Stone froze and scowled at me. “Fuck, Helena! Are you okay? Shit! I wanted to be gentle.” He closed his eyes and shook his head, clearly exasperated. “That fucking mouth.” When they opened again, they were filled with heat. “If you’re gonna try to make me lose control saying stuff like that, eventually, I’m going to fill that smart mouth with something else.”

  I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face at the knowledge I’d gotten past his hard exterior. It had been obvious since the moment I met him that he liked to be in control all the time. Knowing I could make him lose it made me feel womanly and powerful. It made me want to do it again…

  “So,” I prompted seductively with a raised eyebrow. Then I squeezed my vaginal muscles as tight as possible, smirking when he groaned, and his eyes rolled back. “You gonna fuck me?”

  Stone growled, and the grasp he had on my hips tightened. I’d probably have finger-shaped bruises there tomorrow morning, but for some reason, that only made me hotter. He slammed his mouth over mine and kissed me passionately, making me forget everything but him and the emptiness I knew only he could fill. When he tore his lips from mine, he grunted as he watched me while raising me a couple of inches then sliding me back down. I moaned at the feel of his dick dragging along my walls.

  “Pain?” he probed, shifting me so my hips rotated in a circle around his thick cock. When I shook my head and whimpered, he smiled wickedly at me as he took my legs from around him and placed them on either side of his, so I was straddling him like a horse. Then he widened his legs, which opened mine up and changed the angle of his dick, making it hit something that had me on the verge of another orgasm in a second.

  “You’ve been learning to ride?” he queried, his lips still tipped up in a sinful smirk.

  I nodded, barely able to think about anything but the feel of his shaft stretching me, making me feel whole, and the sensations that sparked with every movement. Stone placed his hands on my shoulders, then glided them down over my breasts before he leaned back and braced himself on them.

  “Then ride me, baby,” he commanded. “Ride your rancher.”

  His hipped surge
d up, and I gasped. Using my thighs to brace myself, like I did when riding, I raised my hips and dropped back down as Stone bucked up once again.

  “Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Just like that, baby.”

  I started with a steady rhythm that had us both moaning. “Play with your gorgeous tits, baby,” Stone instructed. “Squeeze your nipples when you squeeze that tight little pussy around my cock.” My fingers began to pluck and twist the turgid peaks, and my inner muscles clenched as though there was a direct link from one to the other. “Fuck, Helena. That’s it. Your pussy is strangling my fucking cock.”

  It wasn’t long before the steady up and down wasn’t enough. I sped up, and when I dropped down on his cock, I let myself fall with the force of my body weight.

  “Stone! Yes!” I called out. Still, it wasn’t enough. “Harder. Oh, yes!”

  He met me in the middle, using the leverage from his planted hand and feet to thrust up hard and fast. The rhythm was lost, and I bounced on his cock as we fucked wildly with no finesse, only unadulterated passion.

  “Fuck! Oh, fuck yeah.” I bit my lip to keep from screaming, and Stone stopped.

  What the fuck?

  I opened my eyes to see him staring at me darkly, and I remembered his rule about suppressing my cries and screams. Slowly, as though experimenting, he pushed inside me, and I moaned. Then he did it again, a little harder. This time, he slid a hand up my thigh and stomach to my breast and pinched my nipple. I cried out, and he murmured, “Good girl.”

  He planted his hands behind him again and started thrusting, working his way to hard, fast, and furious much quicker than before. He widened his legs a little farther, and the stretch on my inner thighs opened me up, so he slid a little deeper each time. I felt the tidal wave building, and I chanted a crescendo of, “Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes!”