Protector: Doms of Mountain Bend Book 1 by BJ Wane (good books to read for 12 year olds .txt) 📕

“You know, Lisa, for someone with your experience, you’ve been awful defensive to your Dom lately. Grab your ankles and hold tight.”

“Shawn!” she squealed as he flipped up her skirt and yanked down her panties to reveal her plugged ass and creamy, glistening slit.

Keeping hold of her right hip, he ran a finger through her damp folds. “You were saying?” he asked as she sucked in a breath and groaned.

“What…what if someone comes…in?”

She knew Dakota was already inside, so she was referring to other ranch hands. He remembered her penchant for exhibitionism with a slow smile. Confident Dakota would keep everyone else out, he pumped three fingers inside her pussy, loving the quick grip of her muscles and added tightness, omitting that tidbit from his reply. “Since there’s always that chance, I’d better hurry.” Pulling out of her sheath, he ripped open a condom with his teeth and made short work of freeing his throbbing erection.

“I’m glad you ignored common sense for once and didn’t remove the plug,” he said, working his cockhead through the narrow gap of her labia. With short, repeated jabs inching in deeper each time, he labored without pause until he slid home with a final push. Home. That’s the right term for what he felt every time he was inside her.

“Oh!”

Pulling back, he ground out, “Is that a good oh, or bad?”

“Good, Sir, so good.”

Hell, yeah, she’s mine. A few more strokes and her pussy stretched to accommodate him with the plug, leaving him free to plunder her depths with the rigorous fucking they both craved.

Lisa’s head swam from both the upside down position and the escalating arousal Shawn’s pussy-invading thrusts were igniting. His tight grip on her hips helped anchor her, leaving her free to concentrate on the fast-building pleasure sweeping her senses. She thought of how fast she’d switched from disappointment to anger when he’d bypassed Clayton’s assumption she was his and casually instructed her to use the restroom, referring to removing the plug. Had she known another bout of rough sex would occur, this time with the smell of hay, leather, and horses surrounding her and one of his best friends a few feet away, she would have skipped lunch and headed out here sooner.

The relentless tension of unfulfilled arousal built to an aching crescendo, the hours of orgasm denial he’d put her through responsible, in part, to her fast, cock-hugging response as soon as he’d crammed his thick erection inside her. Discomfort from the packed fullness of the dual penetration heightened her arousal, her nipples contracting so tight they hurt, feeding fuel to the fire raging below, or in this position with her butt elevated upward of her torso, above.    Nothing mattered but the pounding together of their hips, the forceful thrusts of his steely cock invading her welcoming pussy, and a euphoric end to the torment of being kept on edge for hours.

If it weren’t for Shawn’s hold, Lisa’s knees would have buckled as her climax exploded in a bright flare of heat and powerful contractions kneading his cock and the plug. She lost track of time and place as he ground into her over and over, every ripple of her muscles releasing more sparks of pleasure. He grunted and held her hips still as he orgasmed, the telltale tremors of his flesh against her sensitive tissues producing another round of answering quivers within her body.

By the time he pulled both his cock and the plug from her well-used orifices then lifted her to wrap an arm around her waist and snuggle her back against his front, nestling his shaft between her cheeks, nothing mattered except these few moments of enjoying the aftershocks of his possession in his arms.

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“I’m surprised Shawn agreed to this given his watchdog attitude,” Jen said as Lisa settled on the passenger seat of her car and shut the door.

Thinking of Shawn’s retaliation over the weekend for her snippy mood his hovering had precipitated produced tingles down her spine. Here it was, Wednesday, four days later, and she still quivered when she recalled the raw carnality of their coupling in the stable and the tight squeeze he didn’t let deter him from taking her fast and furious. Her imagination had been running amok with other possible places and scenarios on his ranch where he could take control of her.

“I doubt he would have if he could have gotten off work this afternoon, but his boss called in sick, putting him in charge, and I flat-out refused to hang around the station all afternoon. I’m just glad you could get away.”

With conferences scheduled for Thursday and Friday, school had closed at noon today to give teachers a chance to work on grades. When she’d told Shawn Jen was free for lunch and had invited her to go sightseeing at the nearby ghost town, he couldn’t argue when she’d pointed out there was safety in numbers. The area had seen an increase in visitors with the spring opening of the popular tourist attraction and start of turkey hunting.

“He didn’t tell you?” Jen asked, driving toward the deli they’d agreed on for lunch.

“Tell me what?”

“Shawn called Drew and asked him to accompany us today. He’ll meet us after lunch, though, since the last guest to check in doesn’t arrive until twelve-thirty.”

“I should have known his compliance was too good to be true, not that I don’t like Drew,” Lisa added hastily, realizing how that sounded.

Jen laughed and gave her a quick glance. “I get it. We love ’em, but also want our girl time, or alone time.”

“Oh, it’s not like that with us.” Love? She couldn’t afford to fall in love with Shawn, even though she was halfway there already. And he’d never said a word about wanting anything more than a temporary