by Lily West
“Naw,” he said and sat the shotgun down, leaning the barrel against the wall.
“It’s filled with blanks to scare away raccoons.”
“My hero,” she said and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. Tucker tried to say something back, but she didn’t let his mouth go.
He moved back as she leaned into him, and pressed him up against a support for the roof of the porch. The smart man that he was, he didn’t question her as she undid his pants and pushed them down.
The strength and fearlessness he’d just demonstrated, fighting to protect her, it was simply the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Already she was hot and ready, wet and engorged. She needed him inside her, and now.
For a moment, she hoped she wouldn’t have to spend too much time getting him ready, as she needed to feel him inside, thrusting, taking her with all of his manhood.
To her surprise and joy, when she reached down, a thick shaft filled her palm.
“Ugh,” she groaned, squeezing his erection, “you have no idea how hot it is that I make you so hard.”
“You sure do,” he said, slipping a hand into the bind of the front of her pants.
Colleen gasped as he ran a finger along the slick lips between her legs.
“I love that I do this to you. What a pair we make, huh?”
Colleen grinned and kissed him. Unwilling to bother with her pants, she simply pushed them down to her thighs and moved him behind her.
Tucker grabbed her by the hips and pushed himself inside of her. She gasped, gripping the railing of the porch. As he took her, thrusting over and over, Colleen moaned and looked out at the ranch.
This was her home now, and this was how she’d live the rest of her life.
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