Page 37 of Wrangled and Tangled (Raven Peak Ranch #1)

Hanging his hands on the doorframe, he stretches, his stomach hanging out, exposed by his shirt rising up. His arms bulge, and my mouth immediately waters.

I’ve been a good boy. I deserve to taste him.

Standing from my chair, I cross the space and whisper in his ear, “I hope you know I’m ready to beg for it, Daddy.”

His eyes widen a fraction, and his hands fall from the door casing.

“Go on then,” Maxine says with a wink, “You two have a good night.”

Spencer looks at his grandmother in disbelief and shakes his head before kissing her cheek and walking off the porch. Taking Maxine’s hand and planting a swift kiss on the back of it, I smile and follow after him.

“I’ve got to go by the garage,” he says, eyeing his phone. “Brett thinks he forgot to lock it up.”

“Baby on the brain, huh?” I chuckle.

“It’s his first weekend back,” Spencer says, “I can cut him some slack.”

Rolling into Goldspur Gears, Spencer gets out, and I follow. He turns and gives me a look, and I shrug.

He tries the door, and it opens. With a sigh, he continues in with sure, confident steps as if he’s not worried about anyone being in here. That’s another thing I find sexy as hell, how fucking confident he is in himself.

“You can go to the truck,” he says as if he can feel my apprehension.

“I’ll stay. I know I’m safe with you,” I respond, and he stops. Turning to look at me, he cocks his head to the side and smiles.

Stepping up to him, I press my chest into his and softly brush my lips over his neck. He stays rigid until my tongue swipes up his neck. At the contact, he gives in, pushing my shoulders until my back’s against the corkboard in his office.

His lips are on mine, and he’s leading our kiss in a way I’ve come to love. His groans of pleasure sink into my brain as my hands explore his body. He’s ravishing my mouth, tongue exploring every inch as if it’s the first time.

Tugging his shirt from his belt, he breaks the kiss to look at me.

“Let me make you feel good,” I whisper into the otherwise silent room. “Please.”

His groan is low and rumbles through his whole body, his hat falls to the ground with his shirt, and his hair’s messy and wild.

Backing him toward the garage bay, the automatic lights come on, and I cage him in against the most recent car he’s got in here. Its silver hood gleams, and when I move to press him down, he switches us, crowding me against the car instead.

With a chuckle, I say, “We’ve been here before.”

“We have, but I think you forgot who’s in charge here, Cowboy,” he thunders. His words make my cock strain against my jeans, but tonight’s about him. I want to make him feel good without any strings.

“You’re always in charge, Daddy. I’m just asking you to let me take your load off,” I wink, and he groans, running a hand through his hair.

His tattoos are bright under the fluorescents, and the lighter skin of his chest and belly is still tan but doesn’t match his arms. Stretch marks line his stomach, and I drop to my knees to kiss each one.

I love his body, with all of its marks and freckles. His head’s thrown back as I get to his belt buckle, I pull on it, and it clanks open, so I’m left waiting for him to give me some kind of sign that he’s okay with this.

“Please, Spencer,” I groan, and when his eyes meet mine, I can sense the turmoil warring within him, the need I know he feels dancing the line with the caution he craves. “I need to taste you.”

He sucks in a breath and blows it out with a nod, “Show me how bad you want it.”

Standing, I grip his left hand in my right and with my left, unbuckle my own jeans. Pushing his hand into the denim, I wrap his hand around my shaft so he can feel just how fucking hard he makes me.

His eyes are trained on me as I move our hands. A wet spot forms on my boxers, and I could cum just from this. But I want to make this about him, to show him how fucking sexy I find him.

Removing our hands, I sink down to my knees. The hand that was on my cock brushes my chin, and he smirks down at me.

“You wanna suck my cock, Cowboy?” He growls.

“Please, Sir ,” I tease, hoping he’ll use me like I want.

His guttural growl makes my skin heat, and he shoves his jeans down to his ankles, leaving himself in only boxers.

“Go ahead then,” he says, placing his hands behind him on the car and taking a seat on the hood. “Suck my cock like a good boy.”

His arms are bulky and flexing with every move I make. I love the way his body responds to mine. It’s addicting, and I hope I never find a cure.

Slipping my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and rolling them down, his cock springs free. I’ve never made the noise that escapes my lips when I see him, and I’m not even close to caring that it sounds eager and wanting.

He needs to know what he does to me.

“God, your cock is beautiful,” I murmur, swallowing down the urge to suck him all the way to the hilt. I want this to last, I need him to enjoy every single second. The two barbells at the base of his cock shine, making me want to pull them into my mouth.

“I prefer Sir or Daddy, baby. There is no God here,” he rumbles and fists one hand in my hair.

Baby .

Cupping his balls, I massage them as I flatten my tongue and trail it slowly up his length. Lapping at the tip where I flick the slit and taste his precum. It’s tangy and salty and oh so fucking hot.

In my own world, as I play with him, he moans out an impatient sound, and it makes me smile. Daddy wants more. Closing my lips around his tip, I suck, and he gasps, fingers digging into my scalp.

Popping off and letting my spit travel down his cock is more erotic than it should be, but with Spencer, everything’s fucking euphoric.

Watching my spit travel down to the base of his cock before smearing it over his length with my hand, I take my time. I make it messy and hot as sin.

Taking him back into my mouth, I use my hand at the base and my mouth on the tip. Working them in sync with one another while his head falls back and his fingers travel through my hair.

“Come on, Daddy,” I taunt, “tell me how you like it.”

He moans and looks down his nose, “Take me all the way until you can’t take any more, then swallow.”

Doing as he asks, I look up while I take him deep into my throat, wanting to see his reaction.

“Just like that, fuck,” he says, eyes fixed on mine as he holds me there till there’s tears in my eyes before he pulls back. “Now, suck while I fuck your bratty fucking mouth.”

Moaning around his cock, I nod, and he starts slow. Moving in and out of my mouth in slow, long strokes until the tip of his dick meets the back of my throat, and I gag.

“Fuck, I love that sound,” he says, pulling out and moving back in, “put that tongue to use, Cowboy.”

His words make my eyes roll, and I do as he asks, touching myself over my jeans.

“Do you want to cum in your pants while choking on my cock, baby?” He teases, and the deep tone in his voice threatens to make me cum on the spot. “I want an answer.”

Withdrawing his cock from my mouth, he wrenches my head back so I have no choice but to look at him. I’m lost in a delirious haze of lust, and goddamn if he isn’t hot as hell right now.

“Yes, yes, I do, Sir.” I pant as saliva pools in the corners of my mouth.

“You’re such a little slut for me,” he praises, and my God, if I wasn’t already gone for this man, I would be now. “Take your shirt off. Let me see those muscles.”

Quickly doing as he asks, I whip my shirt off my head, and he bends down, capturing my lips with his.

“Now, be a good boy and take everything I give you, but don’t you dare cum until I tell you to do so,” he commands. “Understood?”

Nodding my head with more enthusiasm than I have in my whole life, he chuckles.

“Impatient,” he growls, “let me hear your words, Cowboy.”

“I’ll be a good boy,” I whine, licking my lips and dropping my eyes to his still-wet cock. “Please, Daddy, cum down my throat.”

His eyes blow wide, and his mouth turns up. Positioning himself, he thrusts into my mouth, working himself in and out as I gag around his length. The sounds are loud in the garage, but I couldn’t care less. Allowing him to use me like this feels so fucking good, and I have to hold myself back.

If I cum in my pants, he’ll punish me, and knowing how long he’s made me wait already, I don’t want to find out what that punishment would be. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck and moan around his cock, enjoying being used like his personal plaything.

“Your mouth feels so good, Cowboy,” his praise makes it even harder not to cum. “I’m gonna coat your throat, and you’re going to swallow every last drop.”

He grunts as his thrusts become more erratic, and his stomach hits my forehead. Tickling his balls, he slaps my hand away and tells me, “Touch yourself over your boxers. I want you to make a mess.”

My groan must be enough for him because he grips my hair and holds me still as he pumps in and out, “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

My eyes roll back as he jerks and spills inside of me.

Hot ropes of his cum fill my throat, and I choke, trying to inhale through my nose as my own orgasm crests and washes over me.

Painting my boxers with cum, I moan as he pulls his cock from my mouth, eyes connecting with mine as I swallow.

His eyes are like liquid fire as he watches me clean my lips with my tongue, making sure not to lose a drop.

“Good. Fucking. Boy.” He says, hauling me to my feet and turning us so my back’s pressed against the car. His lips crash down on mine, and his body’s pressed into me.

His hand runs down my chest, fingers trailing over the ridges there, until he gets to where I made a complete mess of myself. His smile is wide, dimples popping out.

“You’re a mess,” he says with a satisfied smirk.

“I’m a good listener,” I shrug.