Big Bad Rancher: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Tia Siren

  I had no schoolgirl notions about being a virgin. I had not been saving myself for marriage, but I had been saving myself for the right man. And I knew that I would know who that man was when the time came. Now, as I felt Conner’s fingers and tongue teasing my pussy, there was no doubt in my mind that he was the man I’d been waiting for.

  I reached down and pulled back the hood of my clit so he could swirl his tongue around the nub. Shockwaves shuddered through my body. I felt myself gushing juices onto his face and into his mouth. I watched in utter fascination as Conner swept his tongue from my asshole, up my pussy lips, around my clit, and back again. I felt myself coming, the first orgasm I’d ever had that didn’t come from a dream or my own hand.

  Conner put his hands on my ass and lifted me up to his mouth. He buried his tongue deep inside me and pressed his lips to my pussy like a French kiss. His thumb toyed with my wet asshole and his tongue worked its magic on my pussy hole. It didn’t take long for me to come again. Conner moaned as he sucked the juices from me, as if he were savoring a wonderful meal.

  I reached for him, pulling him until he was straddling me with his balls resting on my breasts and his giant cock looming in front of my face. I reached around to clamp my hands on his ass and took the head of his cock into my mouth.

  I was about to make my dream come true.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: Conner

  I almost blew my load the moment Miranda slid my cock into her beautiful mouth. She held on to my ass as she bobbed her head back and forth, taking nearly the whole ten inches down her throat. I reached behind me and found her drenched pussy with my fingertips. I rubbed her clit as she sucked my cock. She spread her legs wide and bucked her ass so my fingers could slip inside her.

  “Christ, you beautiful bitch,” I heard myself say. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. “I love your wet pussy. I love the way you suck my big hard cock. I want to fuck your pussy. I want to fuck your ass. I want to pound my cock into your beautiful pussy until you come like a motherfucking tidal wave.”

  She stopped sucking my cock. Fuck, what had I done? I opened my eyes and looked down to find her smiling up at me. She said, “Do you want to pop my cherry?”

  My mouth must had dropped open, because she grinned up at me and teased the tip of my cock with her tongue.

  “Your…cherry…” I said the words slowly, wondering if they meant what I thought they did.

  “I’m a virgin,” she said, her right hand around my cock, slowly sliding her fingers up and down the veiny shaft. “I want you to fuck my pussy so hard with your big cock that you pop my cherry and send me screaming over the moon. Will you do that for me, Conner? Pop my cherry with this big wonderful cock of yours?”

  I looked deeply into her beautiful eyes and said, “Are you sure?”

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she said with tears in her eyes. She let go of my cock and rested her hands on my chest. “Please, Conner. I’ve been waiting for you for so long. Please, take me and make me your own.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: Miranda

  Conner stared down at me with eyes not only filled with lust, but with true compassion and caring. He braced himself on his palms and moved from straddling me to positioning himself between my legs. I could feel the head of his stiff cock rubbing against my pussy, lubricating himself for the journey inside. He pressed the head of his cock to my pussy hole and paused for a moment.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

  “I’m positive,” I said, wrapping my legs around his ass. “Just go slowly until I say otherwise.”

  He smiled and leaned down to give me a slow kiss. His tongue wet my lips for me and I felt the head of his cock slide into my pussy. My breath caught in my throat.

  He pressed his lips to mine and I felt him slide in a little more. The walls of my pussy stretched to accommodate this wonderful, new thing it had never felt before.

  Then both of us felt the tip of his cock press against the little wall of tissue protecting my cherry. He asked if I was ready. I held my breath and gave him a nod.

  “Yeeow!” I screamed as he impaled me fully onto his cock. My eyes filled with tears and I choked back a sob, but I took another deep breath and told him to keep going.

  Conner proceeded slowly. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and then slowly slid it back in. Quickly, the pain was replaced by the most amazing pleasure I could have imagined. With each thrust, little sparks shot through my body like the Fourth of freakin’ July. My nipples were hard as thimbles. Conner lowered his lips to my right nipple as he continued to slide his cock in and out of my sopping pussy.

  I put my hands on his cheeks and brought his ear to my lips. “I love your fucking cock,” I said, my breath gusting in his ear. “Tell me what you love, Conner. Talk to me, stud. Tell me what you’re going to do to my tight little pussy.”

  Conner’s eyes swept across mine for a moment, as if he was making sure he’d heard the words correctly. Then he kissed me again and said, “Do you love having my big cock in your tight little pussy?”

  “I do,” I sighed. “Fuck me with your big cock.”

  “I’ll fuck you with my big cock all I want,” Conner said, the pace quickening. “You’re my bitch and I’m your stud. I’ll do whatever I want to you with this big cock and you’ll love it. Do you understand?”

  “Yes. Fuck me, Conner, faster…harder…”

  “You love it when I fuck you fast, don’t you?” he said. He started pulling his cock almost all the way out of my pussy and then ramming it back in. Each time he did, the breath rushed from my lungs and I seemed to discover new nerve endings that spread shocks of ecstasy throughout my entire body.

  “You’re mine now, Miranda,” Conner said, the words coming out in gusts. “You’re my bitch and I’m your stud. I will fuck you and suck you and do whatever I want to you and you’ll fucking love it!”

  “I…love...it…”

  “God, your pussy is so tight…. God, I’m coming, Miranda. Come with me, baby. Come with me…”

  And with that, Conner slammed his cock into my pussy a few more times and then threw his head back and howled like a wolf. I wrapped my legs tighter around him and pulled him closer until his cock was fully in my pussy, filing me with his hot cum. I felt the heat radiating through my body as my juices mixed with his and overflowed from my cunt.

  He collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him as we both struggled to catch our breath.

  After a moment, he leaned up and kissed me. Looking deeply into my eyes, he asked, “Are you all right?”

  “What do you think?” I said, giving him a dreamy smile. “Are you all right?”

  Conner didn’t say anything. He just kissed my lips softly and then lowered his head to rest on my chest.

  As I lay there cradling his head against my breast, listening to him breath, I wondered if we were thinking the same thoughts.

  I closed my eyes and prayed that we were.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: Miranda

  Conner and I made love several more times before the sun came shining through the dusty cabin window. Some of our lovemaking was rough and tumble, lewd and loud, but some was also soft and slow.

  I could tell that I had a lot to learn, and hopefully Conner would be a patient teacher. I reminded myself that one night of lust did not always lead to a lifetime of love.

  We’d just have to see how things progressed once we were back home, if Conner was so inclined.

  Conner built a fire and we hung our clothes on the backs of chairs to dry. We sat on the porch wrapped in old blankets and talked as the sun rose in the sky.

  I did not bring up the topic of his little brother again, though I knew we’d have to talk about it if we were going to see each other again.

  There was nothing more precious to me than my brothers, and nothing was more important than family. If Conner believed otherwise, I didn’t see us having much of a chance of a future together.

/>   When the horses went back to the stables during the storm, the stable master had called Conner’s cell phone to make sure we were all right. Conner had told him to send a Jeep at 8 a.m., and it showed up precisely on schedule.

  When we got back to the lodge, Conner told me he had to leave immediately for urgent business in Dallas. I asked if I’d ever see him again and he just looked at me and smiled.

  “Just try to avoid me,” he said, brushing his hand against my cheek. “I’ll call you later in the week to see how you’re doing here.”

  As I watched him go up the path to the chateau to pack, I prayed that the effect I seemed to have on him wouldn’t wear off.

  He seemed calmer now.

  Not as cocky.

  His smile seemed genuine rather than forced.

  Still, I knew how guys were.

  They had the best of intentions when they were sliding in and out of your pussy, but afterward, well, I knew I’d just have to wait and see how things went.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: Miranda

  Wanda Jean was right. I made more money during the four weeks I worked at Big Sky Ranch than I’d made at Red Lobster in the previous six months.

  It didn’t hurt that Conner had given me a ten-thousand-dollar tip for the time we’d spent together. I was a little offended at first, feeling like I’d been paid to fuck him, but then I let it go.

  I had tuition to pay and three brothers to care for, and Conner had money to burn. If he wanted to give me an insane tip for the best night of my life, so be it.

  I had only talked to Conner three or four times since the night we spent together. He was traveling a lot, he said, taking care of business all over the world. I asked about his little brother the last time we spoke, but he just changed the subject and moved on.

  Honestly, I was wondering if I’d ever see Conner again. I mean, maybe I should have forced myself to accept the fact that it was just a one-night stand and I needed to move on.

  Conner Blackstone was one of the richest, most-eligible men in the whole state of Texas, if not the world.

  What the heck would he want with a dirt-poor girl from Fort Worth who had three younger brothers to raise and who scraped by waitressing at Red Lobster?

  And yes, I kept my job at Red Lobster. The manager was a friend who held my spot for me. The money I made at Big Sky would pay for the online courses required to finish my physical therapy degree and help keep food on the table until I could find a good job, but that was about it.

  Scotty was pissed that he hadn’t gotten his cell phone yet.

  That was okay. He’d get over it.

  I had to get over things all the time.

  I hoped Conner Blackstone wasn’t one of them.

  CHAPTER THIRTY: Miranda

  I was in the kitchen, dumping two cans of ravioli into a pot, when Scotty came bolting through the front door in such a state that I thought someone was chasing him.

  The twins were sitting at the table coloring, waiting for their healthy dinner from Chef Boyardee.

  Scotty skidded to a stop and stood hunched over, trying to catch his breath. I grabbed a butcher knife out of the drawer and held it at the ready. “Scotty, what the fuck?”

  “You’re not gonna believe who’s here,” he said, struggling to catch his breath. He fell into a kitchen chair and pointed toward the front door. “Go…for you…”

  I put the knife back in the drawer and turned off the burner. “Watch the twins,” I said, picking up a dish towel and wiping my hands. I heard a knock at the front door. Scotty was still panting and pointing.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: Conner

  When I saw Miranda through the screen door, I exhaled the long breath I had been holding since getting out of the car. She was wearing cutoff jeans and a tank top and no shoes. Her hair was down and messy, as if she hadn’t bothered to brush it that day. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

  The teenaged boy who had spotted my Bentley stopping in front of the apartment was standing behind her. Next to him were two little boys who looked like carbon copies of one another.

  “Hi,” I said when Miranda came to the door. “Happy to see me?”

  “Sure, of course,” she said, pushing open the screen to greet me with a hug. She wrapped her arms around me and we stood there for a long minute with the door propped open. It was the first time we’d seen each other since I’d left Big Sky. Holding her in my arms again put a smile on my face. I felt like I was the king of the world.

  She pulled back and gave me a frown. “Why didn’t you call me? How did you even know where I lived?”

  “I got your address from HR,” I said. “And I didn’t call you because I wanted to surprise you.”

  “Well, you did,” she said with a smile. She turned to the boys still standing at the kitchen doorway and waved them over. “Conner, this is Scotty and James and Josh.” She looked up at me with hopeful eyes. “My brothers.”

  “Nice to meet you guys,” I said. I took Miranda’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “There’s someone I want you to meet as well.”

  I turned back to my car and gave my driver a wave. He got out and opened the back door nearest the curb. My little brother jumped out of the car like an escaped prisoner and ran to me with his arms out. I scooped him up and turned to Miranda. The look on her face was priceless.

  “This is my little brother, Jeffie,” I said. “Jeffie, this is my friend Miranda, and these are her brothers.”

  “Hi, Muwanda,” Jeffie said with a big smile.

  “Hi, Jeffie,” Miranda said. Her eyes filled with tears and she traced a finger down my cheek. “Are you boys hungry?”

  “We’re having ravioli!” the twins announced simultaneously.

  “Will you boys join us?” Miranda asked. “We have plenty.”

  “What do you think, Jeffie?” I asked. “Should we have some ravioli?”

  “Yes!” Jeffie said, clapping his hands.

  I set him down and he followed Scotty and the twins back inside. Miranda turned to me with a look of utter shock on her gorgeous face. Before she could speak, I leaned in and gave her a long kiss.

  “This is all because of you,” I said with a smile.

  “It is? How? Why?”

  “We’ll talk after dinner,” I said with a nod. “Right now you have five boys who want some ravioli.”

  She grinned and told me to get my ass inside.

  I just smiled and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

  EPILOGUE: Miranda

  After a wonderful feast of ravioli and toasted Wonder Bread, Scotty took the little ones into the living room to watch TV. I had to swear on a stack of bibles that he would finally get his own cell phone out of the deal. It was a small price to pay to be alone with Conner on the back patio.

  “I’ve been travelling a lot over last few weeks,” Conner said as the sky above us turned purple and the full moon appeared over the horizon. We were sitting in the rickety lawn chairs with our knees touching. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about what’s really important to me. I realized it’s not the money or the stuff that makes me happy.”

  “What is it then?” I asked.

  “It’s you,” he said. He took my hands in his and brought them to his lips. “I kept thinking about the talk we had that morning on the porch when we were watching the sun come up. The way you talked about your life and your brothers and your hopes and your dreams… I realized I had lots more money than you, but I didn’t have the love you felt in your heart toward others. And I was one miserable son of a bitch.”

  “You’ll get no argument from me,” I said, squeezing his hands.

  “I’ve been a selfish prick my entire life,” he said quietly. “I learned from the best. My old man, well, let’s just say that he didn’t exactly set a shining example for me to follow. That’s no excuse. I didn’t have to emulate him. I could have learned from his mistakes, but for the longest time…well, I just hope you can forgive me.”

  I put my hands on his
cheeks and rested my forehead to his. “You have nothing to apologize to me for. When did you decide to take in your brother?”

  “Last week,” he said with a heavy sigh. “Again, it was what you said about family, the way your face beamed when you talked about your brothers. I realized that I had the opportunity to build the same kind of relationship with Jeffie that you had with Scotty, James, and Josh. I took legal custody of him three days ago, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.”

  “I’m so proud of you,” I said. We both started crying, and then Jeffie appeared at the back door.

  “Connuh, did you ask her yet?” he said in his adorable four-year- old cartoon voice. Scotty and the twins appeared behind him. They all had suspicious looks on their cute faces.

  “Ask me what, Jeffie?” I asked.

  Jeffie pointed at Conner. “Muwanda, will you mawwy us?”

  I turned back to find Conner down on one knee in front of me. He was holding a ring box. He pulled back the lid to reveal the biggest freakin’ diamond I had ever seen.

  “Miranda, will you marry us?” Conner asked. “Or maybe I should ask, will you and your brothers marry Jeffie and I?”

  I was dumbfounded. My lips were moving, but the words seemed to be stuck in my throat. Thank god for Scotty.

  “For pete’s sake, Miranda, say yes!” Scotty turned to the younger boys and started chanting. “Yes, yes, yes, yes…”

  “Well?” Conner asked with the smile he had given me the day we met. “Will you marry us?”

  “I don’t think I have a choice,” I said, laughing through my tears. “I seem to be a little outnumbered.”

  “You will always be my queen,” Conner said as he slipped the ring on my finger.

  “And you are my king,” I said.

  As we stood up to seal the deal with a kiss, the boys continued to chant and cheer.

  It was the perfect proposal, even if the boys did outnumber the girls.

  That was something Conner and I would have plenty of time to work on.