Page 46 of Something Tangled Something True (Rosa Ranch #1)
DINNER & A SHOW
It’s dark out by the time I make it home, and knowing Lola, she’s probably already in bed.
She’s been going to sleep early after spending hours each morning poring over her work at the barn.
She’s been exhausted but refuses to quit, and as much as it pains me to see her struggle to get it done, I’m damn proud of her for it.
I’d dropped by the barn earlier to check on her and let her know a local cattle driver had a herd run off his property. The whole town has spent the last several hours searching for them, and now that they’re all home, I can’t wait to shower and crawl into bed.
The lights in the house are off, save for the one illuminating the kitchen from beneath the microwave. Lola refuses to turn it off, and I’ve grown to like it. It’s like a comforting night light leading me straight to the pantry.
“Oh!” Lola shouts from her room, my heart racing as I take off toward her room. As I get to her door, I’m met with a sound so sexy my cock swells in my Wranglers.
“Yes, that’s perfect,” she moans, voice ragged. “Ry, oh god! Yes! ”
I’m panting as I edge closer to the door, delighted to find it’s cracked open wide enough that I catch a glimpse of Lola. She’s sprawled out in bed, her head thrown back in ecstasy, one of my shirts pooling around her waist as she plunges a hot-pink toy inside her plump, shining cunt.
I shouldn’t be out here right now, but she keeps shouting my name, and my mind is fuzzy, my dick aching for release.
I’d rather she know I’m here and send me away than not give her the choice at all, so I nudge the door open, unintentionally silencing her cries of pleasure.
“Ry?” she whispers hoarsely.
“Yes, darlin’. I’m home, and I was wondering if you needed some instruction on how to deal with this little problem you seem to be havin’.” My tongue feels thick in my mouth as I watch her expression shift from fear to surprise to lust.
“You can look, but you can’t touch, Ry,” she agrees, her voice rough and sultry. “Tell me how you want me to make myself come,” she whimpers, nibbling on her lower lip.
I’m hit with a wave of elation that she wants me here, that she feels comfortable being vulnerable with me.
My heart swells as much as my dick does at the notion.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Lola,” I praise, drinking in every inch of her soft, fuckable, gorgeous body glowing from the moonlight. “How’s that toy feel?”
“Not as good as you would,” she pants between gasps of pleasure, cresting closer to her peak from my presence alone.
“You’re absolutely right, but we aren’t going there now. Your rules, not mine. I want you to pretend it’s me fucking you right now,” I tell her, unbuckling my belt, the sharp sound of metal clanging through the small room.
She plunges the toy deep inside until it disappears, save for the rounded handle.
“That’s right, Lols. If I were inside you, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I’d have to be all the way inside you. ”
“Mhmm, I— Oh god, I want that,” she cries out, the hand pumping the toy in and out of her moving quicker and more erratically.
“Slow it down, baby. I’d take my time with you, burying myself in your perfect pussy like it was my one and only opportunity to make up for lost time.” She slows her ministrations, pulling her lip between her teeth as she watches me unfasten my jeans, my cock springing free.
“So big,” she mutters, her back arching into her hand.
“Remember how I’d stretch you out so well, darlin’? You’d milk every last drop of cum from me, wouldn’t you?”
I wrap a hand around my base, tugging gently, making sure I don’t finish before she does. It’s a damn hard task.
“Yes! I want you in my mouth, please,” she whines, and I almost give in, but I’m determined to keep my distance until she can tell me she wants me when she doesn’t have an eight-inch silicone rod in her wet cunt.
“Uh, uh, you said no touchin’. These are your rules. Now, lift your shirt and let me see those pretty nipples.”
She does as I say, and I just about die right here. I’d die a happy man, though, so I’m not complaining. R-I-P to me.
“Show me how you like them touched,” I demand, my tone harsher than I meant it, but it’s difficult to keep my voice even with how goddamn hard my cock is. I run the pad of my thumb over the head, lubricating my tip with precum.
Her desperate moans fill the room as she plucks at her nipples, twisting and tugging on them the way I plan to with my mouth as soon as she realizes she’s mine , in every sense of the word.
“What about your clit? Do you need to touch it to get off?” I ask, delirious with need. I want her orgasm as badly as she does, and I’m three seconds from sucking on her clit myself to see to it.
“Usually, but right now, I think a warm breeze could finish me off,” she groans, and I chuckle in response.
“Unless you’ve got a window cracked, I think I’m gonna need to see my wife pull that vibrator out and coat her fingers in her wetness.”
She does as I command, removing the vibrator with a soft pop , only to be separated by her delicate fingers.
She removes them, now coated in her arousal, quick to replace them, plunging the vibrator deep, releasing a loud moan that tightens my balls and makes me feel like the luckiest man on the planet to be in the presence of such a magnificent woman.
I wish I could suck her fingers clean and have her coming on my cock, but I can’t. Not yet. Not tonight.
“Now, spread those pussy lips for me, Lola. I wanna see your needy clit before you come around my cock,” I tell her.
She slides her fingers through her slickness once more, spreading her middle and ring fingers to splay herself open for me. “So stunning, Lola. There isn’t a single part of you that isn’t perfect.”
“If I’m so perfect,”—she pauses only to moan, swirling her fingers around her clit as if to enunciate each word—“why won’t you let me choke on your dick?”
“You know why. Now don’t be a brat. I want to see what a mess you can make, darlin’.”
She throws her head back, soft curls spread out around her. Her tits heave, both hands working as she plunges the vibrator deeper, her movements frantic. My hand matches her pace, the edges of my periphery blurring.
I’m struggling to take a full breath as she calls out my name, her eyes locked on me as she comes, her moans loud. It isn’t long before I’m following quickly behind her.
I imagine her contracting around my hard length, my cock pulsing. Never once do my eyes leave her beautiful, writhing body. Heat rises in my throat, my neck arching as a guttural groan leaves my lips, and my dick spurts into my calloused palm.
I steady myself against her dresser, tucking my slowly deflating cock back into my jeans before heading to her bathroom for a couple of washcloths.
I dampen one with warm water and take a seat beside her on her bed, feeling a lot less awkward than I had the other morning when she was writhing against me.
Lola’s lying with her forearms crossed over her face, her breaths shallow, dropping her arms to her chest when she feels the dip of the mattress from my weight.
She greets me with a sated smile and rosy cheeks, and my lips twitch with the knowledge that I’m the one responsible for the look of contentment warming her face.
“Mind if I clean you up?” I ask, and her gaze drops to the cloths in my hand.
“Not at all.” She reaches between her legs, her fingers wrapping around the silicone cock she’s apparently decided to kill me with. My soul leaves my body at the sight of her like this, and when she pulls it from her warm, soaked pussy, I nearly melt.
“Christ, Lols. You can’t do things like that without warning me,” I groan.
She peers up at me, all doe-eyed and innocent. “I’m sorry. Like what, Ry?” she asks and then proceeds to bring the toy to her mouth. She swipes her tongue over her bottom lip, opens wide, and wraps them around the toy, sucking herself off it with a loud moan that has me seeing stars.
She removes it from her mouth with a pop and says, “You want a taste?”
Because I am a weak, weak man when it comes to Lola Lima, I say, “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, darlin’. Please. ”
I’m rewarded with a lopsided smirk as she dips two fingers into her dripping cunt and holds them to my mouth. “Suck.”
I wrap my lips around those two digits, reaching out to hold her wrist in both my hands as I savor every last drop of her slightly sweet flavor.
A burst of something so uniquely her hits my tastebuds, driving me absolutely mad as I lick her fingers clean, smacking a wet kiss to her palm when finished.
“Dinner was delicious, darlin’. Thank you for that home-cooked meal,” I say, shooting her a cocky wink as I pick up the wet cloth, swiping it between her thighs and patting her dry with the other.
“Dinner and a show, Ry. What more could you want from your domestic little wife?” she teases.
I roll my eyes, pressing a kiss to her forehead before I exit her room, feeling like the first man to land on the moon, except I’m not just surrounded by stars.
No, Lola is the whole damn sun. She lights up every dark corner of my life, and I feel so honored to spend any part of this existence with her.