Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
He wasn’t happy about me doing that, but I can tell the weight that was on his shoulders is gone. I know the other men at the ranch would have stepped in and helped him if they had the funds, but there was no way.
The ranch is still only a few years old, and given Bronco’s focus on helping veterans, it’s not likely to ever be crazy profitable. But that doesn’t mean it’s not an amazing cause and yeah, maybe I anonymously donated to it. The way I look at it, the veterans have given everything, and I want to give back to them even if only in this small way.
“That feels so good,” I moan, melting into him. He always does this. He just touches me and leaves me a puddle of goo.
“Want me to go lower?” He asks, his voice a soft rumble like the waterfall. I love it when he gets that note in his voice. I know exactly where this is going to end. With me on my back. Screaming his name into the cave.
He doesn’t have to work hard to convince me. In less than two minutes, I’m stretched out on the blanket with a camping pillow beneath my head. “You planned for this.”
“Can never be too prepared.” He leans over my body, careful to keep his weight from pressing down on me. Then he kisses me, softly and gently exploring my mouth with his tongue. I love this about my husband. He never rushes this part. He takes just as much pleasure in kissing me as he does everything else.
I wind my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. His hair is soft and sweaty beneath my fingertips. Making love to him after we’ve been hiking is one of my favorite things. All of my senses are heightened.
He presses kisses along my jaw before he nuzzles my neck again. His beard tickles my skin, and I stroke it with my hand. It’s going to be damp too in just a minute.
He trails his kisses lower and lower until he pulls up my clingy athletic top. He stares at my bright pink bra, and the look on his face has me growing even slicker between my thighs. He pulls the straps gently from my shoulders, and cool air rushes over my breasts as he bares me.
Then he lowers his head, sucking one of my tight buds into his mouth. He spends long moments feasting on me and growling like he’s wild and hungry and in desperate need of his next meal.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get some of the friction I need. But it barely does anything. “Move along.”
He lets go of my breast with a wet pop and takes a moment to grin. “So bossy, wife.”
He leans down again, trailing his lips and fingers across my stomach. Every kiss is gentle, and unexpectedly, tears leak from my eyes.
“You okay?” There’s only concern in his voice. “What’s going on? Are you uncomfortable? Do you need a thicker blanket?”
“No,” I sniff and manage to compose myself after a long minute. He’s cupping my cheek and staring down at me. The look of affection and concern on his face has me whispering, “I was just thinking about how you’re going to be an amazing father.”
“You’re—you’re pregnant?” His hand goes to my bare stomach, touching my rounded curves. I’m not showing yet, but there’s a little life in there. How is it that I’m the luckiest girl in the world? I have a husband who adores me, and we just made a baby.
“Yeah, you knocked me up, stud.”
He breaks into a full belly laugh. “Fuck, Mira. You keep making our life together better.”
“I know,” I murmur and put a hand on his neck, pulling him close. I give him a big, long kiss. “Now, give me an orgasm.”
“My pregnant wife gets all the orgasms,” he insists and reaches for my hiking pants. He helps me shimmy out of them. My pussy is swollen and heated, and he wastes no time diving in.
The first slide of his tongue over my folds has me whimpering. There’s no way I can think about anything else when it feels so good to have his tongue there. He licks me slowly, making soft growls in his throat.
“That feels really good today,” I tell him with the next pass of his tongue. He rolls it against my slick center. He does it again and again until more moisture gushes from my pussy.
“So pretty,” he murmurs against my heated flesh before he sucks my puffy clit into his mouth. Tingles race down my spine, and I gasp his name again when he thrusts two fingers into my aching channel.
He knows exactly what I need as he sets a quick rhythm, pushing me higher and higher. When the orgasm hits, it knocks the breath from my lungs and for a moment I can’t see anything. There’s only the feeling of pleasure and the sounds he’s making as he gives it to me.