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“That’s awesome. I think you should go for it.” I give him a soft smile.

“This ranch is my life. I want to make it the best it can be. Kasey never understood that. I think she hoped I would become a famous football player so she could reap the benefits of being with a professional athlete. That’s not my dream, though.”

He’s so passionate. I’m falling even harder for him at this moment. The passion is his voice is such a turn on. “Tristan,” I swallow, trying to push the words out, “can I touch you? Yours is the first I’ve ever seen, and I want to know what it feels like, what it really feels like.”

“You’ve never seen a dick before?”

I shake my head, shame flooding my system. I know I’m turning a few shades of red as I sit and wait for him to answer.

He doesn’t say anything, but he flips the button on his pants and unzips his fly. My heart races, and my mouth waters. He leans back on his hands, his pants undone, and I can see he’s straining against the denim.

Does he want me to reach in and touch it?I look at his crotch and back at him, unsure of what to do. He notices my hesitation and takes over.

“Pull it out.”

I scurry over and kneel beside him. My hand trembles as I reach past his black boxers and glide my fingers against his smooth skin. He groans when I wrap my small hand around him and pull it through the opening of his boxers. He’s heavy and warm in my palm, and the veins running down the underside of his shaft make me want to lick him.

I lean my head down and stick the tip past my lips. He has a salty flavor to him, but it’s not entirely unpleasant. He rocks his hips up and slides it past my lips a little more. I hold my hand at the base and stroke in shallow movement.

“Fuck, Lana. Your mouth feels so good.”

His words of praise have me dipping my head lower, taking more of him in my mouth. I swirl my tongue along the underside of his shaft and hollow my cheeks, taking more of him. He puts his hand on top of my head, helping guide me on how he likes it best. He lays flat on his back and rolls his hips up, making me take him a little deeper.

“Keep that up, and I’m gonna come.”

I’m so unbelievably turned on doing this. Sucking his cock is empowering. I finally understand what my books are talking about now. Knowing I can make him lose his control, knowing it’smebringing him pleasure, has me practically panting with need.

With deft hands, he pulls me off him and flips us so I’m on my back. He tugs at my jeans, and I help him slide them down to my ankles. He pushes his pants down and places his knees on either side of my head, so I can still suck him, but he can do the same to me.

His nose bumps my clit, and I press my hips to his waiting mouth as I take him back into mine. The two of us work in tandem to push each other over the edge.

“You taste so fucking good.” The vibrations from his voice add a little extra to the pleasure.

I’m so close. He sucks a little harder, and that’s what does it for me. I moan around his hard length as my orgasm washes over me.

“Shit, I’m gonna come.” He tries to climb off me, but I grab his hips, holding him down over me. His butt flexes, and he pumps his hips down into me, spilling his seed down my throat.

I cough as I try to swallow around him, and he pulls out. There’s a string of spit that clings to him as he pulls away, but I swallow the rest of it. He’s salty and slightly tangy, but it’s not as horrible as I imagined.

“Holy shit. I can’t believe we just did that.” I chuckle, my hand resting over my stomach. I reach down and pull my pants up and rebutton them, Tristan doing the same.

“There is no way you haven’t given a blow job before. You’re too damn good at it.”

I blush. “I, um… I read a lot of books. You are the first, though.” He hums and closes his eyes. “Tristan?” He turns his head to look at me. “I think I’m ready to have sex with you.”

His eyes widen, and I can’t tell if it’s in fear… or excitement.

Chapter 20

Tristan

My dick has a mind of his own, and even though I just came, I can feel it getting hard again.

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Lana?” I sit up, fully aware of every small movement. Her breathing changes, and her cheeks flush under my gaze.

“Yes. I trust you, Tristan. You won’t hurt me. I want this.”

“Are you on the pill?” I’m not fucking her without a condom anyway, but better to have the extra protection. She hesitates in her answer. “We’re using a condom, but I’d still like to know.”