Page 108 of A Rancher's Heart

Caleb had his pants to the floor and his cock covered seconds later, dropping to the couch and dragging her into his lap.

Tamara grabbed his shoulders and as he guided her hips over him she reached down and helped aim.

He loved teamwork.

He loved it even more when she straightened and there was no reason for him to go slow. He jerked her down, deep and fast, setting off another set of rollers, her sex wet and tight around him.

That’s when he locked her in place and enjoyed the ride, her body squeezing the hell out of his cock as she writhed and moaned and came hard. Her torso shook wildly, and every time she stilled the slightest bit he pressed deeper, retriggering her pleasure.

“Caleb. Oh my God, stop,stop…”

He paused, as difficult as it was, but she was clutching his hands, riding him now. Driving him into her core even harder.

“Tamara? Yes or no?” he demanded.

“Yessssssssss…”

Thank God. He fisted her hips tight, thrusting up like a piston. The pressure of body around him sent him whirling as she took everything, and gave back just as much. Pleasure and aching need and desire for even more. Her body was his, her hands on his shoulders clutching as if she didn’t want to let go.

Ever.

He broke, the soft touch of Tamara caressing her fingers over his face a sweet tender contrast to the extreme rush of pleasure sliding along his spine and exploding from him.

He was still shaking, and she was kissing him. Stroking her fingers through his hair, touching her lips to his, to his temples. Caressing him as if she couldn’t get enough.

Touching him as if she loved him.

And in that moment, Caleb dared to dream. Maybe he was ready for a new forever to begin.