RANCHER BEAR’S BABY(54)

She came before I was ready to be finished, so I kept going, working her to another orgasm before stopping and crawling the rest of the way up her luscious body. I sucked her nipples into my mouth, one at a time, and teased them while she writhed under me.

“Stop playing with me, Lucas!” She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me higher so she could kiss me. Her teeth bit down on my bottom lip and then my chin and neck before she raked them across my shoulder. “I need you inside me.”

I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her neck to the side, exposing her neck. Then, I plunged my dick and teeth into her at the same time.

Sammie screamed and tightened on my dick almost painfully as an orgasm shook her. She raked her nails down my back and clung to me as the power of it rocked her.

I was struggling not to come so soon. I didn’t want to embarrass myself, but her walls were doing everything they could to milk me dry. I waited until she’d relaxed slightly to start moving.

I licked the mark on her neck, knowing that it would be extra responsive, and then gripped her ass as I thrust into her. Sammie moved under me, lifting her hips to meet mine, rolling them in a way that damn near had my eyes crossing. Her chest moved against mine, letting me feel her soft breasts and pebbled nipples over and over again. Her nails found a new home buried in my back, but I liked the sting.

Thrusting harder and faster into her, I felt the heat gathering and reached one hand down to gently stroke her clit so she would come with me again. She clenched around me tightly as she cried out and locked her legs around me. My body gave in instantly to a climax more powerful than I’ve ever felt before. I filled her with my seed as I continued to thrust into her a few last times.

Sammie locked her teeth against my shoulder, leaving her own, less permanent, mark on me as we came together.

I didn’t feel like I could move as I came down from the high of claiming her. I knew I was heavy on top of her, though, so I rolled to the side and brought her with me.

She rested her head on my chest and ran her hand over my stomach. “Let’s never stop doing this.”

I stroked her back and pressed my lips to her head. “How about when I’m old and gray?”

I’d meant the question as a joke, but even as the words left my mouth, I heard the insecurity in my voice. I wanted to laugh it off, but I had to know. Even with the mark on her, I still needed to hear her say that she wouldn’t leave again.

She looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. “Even when you’re old and gray. Even when my boobs sag.”

I looked down at the objects in question and grinned, feeling a world lighter. “You mean they won’t always be this perfect?”

She slapped my chest and I grabbed her hand and lowered it to my dick, already hard again. “That’s what you do to me.”

Her eyes widened and then she leapt from bed, grinning hugely. “You can’t keep me here all night, you beast! We’ve got a kid to go see.”

I jumped from the bed and got ready to give chase. She was right. We did have a kid to go see, but he was asleep and tonight was all mine to show her just how much I loved her. Because I did. Without a doubt.

“You’d better run, little Goldie Locks, because the big, bad bear found you in his bed and he’s never letting you go.”

She laughed and ran.

I gave her a head start because I knew that I’d always catch her.

She was mine.



THE END





RANCHER BEAR’S SECRET





CHAPTER 1: Daisy




“Your kids are so much sweeter than mine. Look at them!” Maggie Budding pointed to several of my children who were gathered around a goat, showering it with love. “I have such a rotten group this year.”

I smiled at my kids and waved when one of them looked over at us. “They love animals. They’ve been so excited about this trip. I think they knew more about it than I did, honestly.”

One of my little boys, Davey, pressed a wet kiss between the goat’s eyes and it nibbled his chin. He fell backwards, in a fit of giggles, and then squealed as the goat moved on to nibbling his belly.

Maggie laughed along with me. “I can’t imagine dealing with five-year-olds all day, every day, but damn, they’re cute.”

“Don’t let them fool you. Last week, Davey cut off Mary Jane’s ponytail. When I asked him why he did it, he said he wanted it to make a tail for his puppy.”

She winced. “Yeah, not so cute.”

I shook my head. It wasn’t. My class of ten five-year-olds was a handful. They had more energy, more stubbornness, and knew more ways of manipulating an adult than any children I’d ever met. Landing, Wyoming sure raised them differently.