Over and over, I spank her, until she’s rocking her hips and begging for relief. “Bronco,” she whines, looking up at me. “Please.”
“Come here.” I lean my seat back and pull her the rest of the way across so she’s straddling me. “Get on my dick, and I’ll make it better.”
“I’m not on anything.” Her eyes are wide as I rub my bare tip through her wet folds.
“You’re still going to let me cum in you, aren’t you, sweet thing?” I lean forward and kiss her gently, pushing the tip into her opening. “It’s all right if you make me a daddy. I’ll take care of you.”
Her panties are still pulled to the side as she slowly lowers onto the thick length of my cock. She hisses a little when I thrust up, but fuck, she feels too good to wait. I wrap an arm around her back and hold her steady as I pull her down the rest of the way in one quick thrust.
Her back arches, and she cries out, but I’m already rubbing her clit to distract her from the little bit of pain she’s feeling.
“Pull your shirt up,” I order and she does, letting her sweet tits fall out from underneath her bra. I lean forward, eager to suck on them.
She’s so fucking wet that even though she’s tight, I slide in and out so easy. It’s like she was made to ride my cock, and the longer we’re like this, the more I realize just how obsessed I am with her.
Never in my life have I felt this crazy for someone before, and it was instantaneous. One look at my beautiful girl and I was done. That’s what it feels like now. Being inside of her makes me even more insane with need, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop.
“Oh god, Bronco don’t stop.” She shoves my cowboy hat off of me and grabs my hair as I lift her up and down.
She’s so close to the edge from the spanking that it doesn’t take long for me to make her cum. She cries out in the cab of the truck and clings to me as her climax hits. I pull her down all the way, making sure to get my cum as deep as I can go before I let go. It’s the single greatest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, and I see black spots as I go off. There’s even a moment where I think I might pass out, but when I feel Tracy’s lips on mine, all I can do is smile.
“Maybe I’ll let you wear that uniform around the house,” I say, and she laughs.
“Only if it gets this kind of reaction from you.”
Chapter Fifteen
Tracy
“Not happening, sweet thing,” Bronco says when I press myself into his side and my body melts into his.
How does this place already have a sense of home to it? I woke up in an empty bed and wasn’t too happy about it until I smelled breakfast. Bronco stands at the stove flipping a pancake with a pile of crispy bacon next to it.
I’m tender between my legs after last night. I lost count of how many times we went at it because it was kind of a frenzy. At some point it slowed down and then it was gentle and sweet. That was Bronco though, and he has all kinds of sides to him.
I’m thankful for the years of horse riding because I’m sure I’d be in a whole lot more pain if not for that. Still, with every move I make, I can feel that Bronco was inside me most of the night. It might sting a bit, but I enjoy it. The same way I enjoyed it when he spanked me.
When he’d taken over control, it was as if a weight had been lifted off of me that I didn’t know was there. Not until he removed it and Bronco was there to take care of me. He was in charge, and I was to do what I was told. I knew and trusted everything would be more than okay, and I was right.
It hits me hard that I trust him. Not only that, but he’s the only person I’ve ever trusted in my whole life. Even now I can see the hard ridge of his cock in his jeans straining to get out and play. Instead, Bronco’s not going to give me what I want because he knows I’m sore and he doesn’t want to hurt me. I think I’ll be okay, but he would worry about it the whole time. Again, another crazy moment where someone is worrying over me. That's new too.
“I think I love you, Bronco.” The words slip past my lips, and he cocks his head toward me as his eyes meet mine. I think I might have shocked him since Bronco is always so quick with his words and comebacks. In fact, the man is always three steps ahead of everyone and everything. “More than that, I trust you. I don’t think you know what that means for me,” I say, letting it all out.