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Ranger

“JUST GO!” FIRE FLIES from her eyes as my little spitfire throws daggers in my direction.

“I’m not going anywhere.” My calm only fuels her fit, and it’s near impossible to fight off the smile that creeps over my lips. I’ve learned in the two months we’ve been together, my Little Bit loves to throw herself some fits, and she’s got a jealous streak as wide as the Montana sky.

“Oh yes, you are.” She turns and stomps into our bedroom. The house I bought here in Bozeman has become our home. A second home because the farm is first for us both.

This old Victorian gem needs some work, and that’s keeping me busy, along with managing Paul and fucking my future bride a few times a day and at least four on Sundays.

But, damn if she can get hot about the smallest things.

She’s tossing my underwear onto the floor from the top drawer of the dresser when I follow her into the bedroom.

My dick is hard, throbbing because I secretly know what’s about to happen and exactly what she needs.

What she’s really asking for.

And it’s going to be fun for us both as soon as I can get her wild, sweet ass over my knee.

She’s cussing me out in Spanish and working on throwing my socks all over the room when I get myself up behind her.

“Stop it,” I growl into her ear, one hand coming around to her throat and the other taking a handful of hair. “You know good and well that girl was here to deliver the flowers, and that’s all.”

Every Friday, I have flowers delivered round about the time Maria gets back from her weekly meeting with her doctoral advisor. I am usually out of the house by ten a.m. just after I feed her breakfast and she heads out. Today, I ran late, fielding some phone calls with Paul about the big combine breaking down and Doc Mason calling about a lame horse.

When Maria came in the back door around noon, later than she usually gets back, the delivery gal from the florist was coming out of the bathroom, and I was standing by the front door. Poor girl just needed to use the restroom, and hell if I was going to say no.

But Maria’s green eyes took over, and she’s been on a tear for the last ten minutes.

It’s all show, and I’m about to settle this little hot filly down with some good old-fashioned cowboy magic.

Another tug on her hair and a little pressure on her throat and I feel her body soften.

“You need something,” I seethe, and she shifts. Consciously or unconsciously inching that ass of hers back onto my already painfully swollen cock. “You’re gonna get it, Little Bit.”

“You don’t know what I ne—”

With that, I’ve got her spun around, flipped, and my ass is sitting on the edge of our bed, her body draped over my thighs.

“I do know what you need, and it’s my job to give it to you.”

She’s fighting me like a wet cat, but her tiny frame is no match for me. It’s all for show, but I do like a little fight. Keeps the sparks flying for us and sure lets her get her panties in a twist before I tear them off.

I flip her skirt up and shake my head when her bare ass is staring up at me.

“No panties?”

She goes still on my lap, and it all makes sense.

“I forgot.” Her voice softens, and more than even a minute before, I know what my Little Bit needs. What she’s all but begging me for.

“I told you clear as day when I picked out your clothes this morning to put on those white cotton panties I bought for you yesterday, didn’t I?”

I run my flattened palm over her ripe ass cheek, preparing her for what’s about to come.

“I said I forgot.”

“And that’s the truth? You think I believe that for a second? You didn’t forget, baby. You’re in need, and I’m right here.”

My heart thunders in my chest as I raise my hand and watch as her ass jiggles when I bring it down in a loud smack.

A yelp escapes her lips, but she makes no move to get away. My pink handprint immediately decorates her plump cheek, and I bring my hand down again on the other side to even things out.

Didn’t take us long to figure out this is something that only makes us stronger. This dynamic between us that bonds us even closer. My hands are for pleasure, but they’re also here to keep her fiery ass in line when needed.

Another couple smacks then I pull her from my lap and stand her in front of me. Her cheeks rosy and her plump lips open. Eyes trained on me, the heat there not from anger but lust.

“Where do you want me?” she asks on a breath.

I draw a long inhale, admiring what’s mine for a moment before I point to the floor in front of me.

“Where you belong, Little Bit.”

In a flash, she’s on her knees, her hands working my belt, and I see the desire take over. My cock is hard and straight up when she unzips me and pulls me from the confining fabric.

Her mouth is on me, and I look into her eyes as she looks up. The most beautiful sight of her taking pleasure in pleasing me will never get old.

She’s my everything. My priority in every way and knowing what she needs and what will make her happy is my life’s purpose.

She draws my throbbing cock down her throat, and the pleasure she brings me nearly topples me over. She’s working hard; I know what she wants, and as much as I’d love to fill her mouth with my cum, it’s her pussy and that red ass that call me.

“Baby.” I set a hand on her head, slowing her movements, and her eyes meet mine. “Reach down and show me how wet you are.”

The twinkle in her eye speeds my heartbeat. Those fucking eyes are going to be the death of me.

She drops one hand from the base of my shaft, and a second later, raises it up, spreading her fingers. The clear strings that linger between them turn me into an animal.

I’ve got her mouth off me, her body flipped up and onto all fours on the bed lightning fast. The dripping head of my cock is lined up at her slick entrance as she drops her head to the soft bedding and assumes the perfect ass-up, head-down position, just the way I like it.

“Good girl,” I growl as I slam into her in one stroke.

She takes every inch on a muffled scream, and in three strokes, she’s gushing and drenching my cock and the bed below.

That’s all it takes, and in another two thrusts, I bury myself to her womb and let go. My release triggers her cunt to latch on, and another orgasm has her twisting and grabbing on to the quilt for dear life.

My heart jumps in my chest. This never gets old. Every time feels as special as the time before, and making her come has to be my own personal heroin because I’ll never get enough.

I’m addicted to her in every way.

When her breathing slows, I withdraw, my cock coated with both of us, and her pussy dripping.

“Turn around, baby. Clean me up.”

I hold out my still hard length as she turns on her knees with a sweet smile and licks and sucks me until I’m clean.

“That good?” she asks, flicking her tongue at another escaping droplet of cum on the tip of my dick.

“Always good, baby. Always.” I give her hair a pet, then bring my hands down to fight my erection back into my jeans. “You feel better?”

She twists her lips and nods.

“Yep. I do.” She bounces up and off the bed, smoothing her skirt down then pushing her now fresh-fucked hair behind her ears.

“Well, you’re about to get a lot better.” I make my way to the opposite side of the bed and open the drawer of my nightstand. This was supposed to happen tonight, over a nice candlelit dinner, but I suck as secrets and waiting, so now’s the time.

Her hands fly to her mouth as soon as she sees the little red velvet box in my hand. I’m on my knee in front of her, and fuck if my voice doesn’t catch in my throat.

Those green eyes take my breath away, and I fight to get the words out.

“Maria Garcia McGowan, you changed my life that day you locked yourself in the chicken coop, and I’ve never been the same man since. You’re mine. I’m yours. But I need this ring on your finger. I need the world to know it’s till death do us part. So, you’re going to marry me, Little Bit, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you happy.”

Her shaking hand comes down from her mouth, and I slip the diamond on her finger.

“Nothing and no one will ever take you away from me. Never.”