Chapter 18
BUCK
“Buck!” Sage cried out into the cold air as I fucked her good and hard.
Bobby Mancuso and his group of thugs got back on their plane and left Montana just as fast as they arrived.
I told Hayes to get a ride back to Devil’s Ditch with Trig or Cam.
When everyone was gone, the tarmac empty–even the fuel truck had left–I opened the door for Sage to climb into my truck, but instead of helping her in, I bent her over the seat.
My ride was lifted enough where her feet didn’t even reach the ground.
I tugged down her pants, made sure she was wet, then thrust home. Sage was safe. She was mine. No one was going to hurt her. She was mine.
I needed to feel her heat. To bury myself in her so she knew who she belonged to.
“That’s right. Take it. Take my dick. Take my cum.”
“Oh my God,” she cried out, grabbing hold of the center console to hold on.
I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be. I needed to rut. To breed. To fuck.
“Mine. Mine. Mine,” I chanted as my hips slapped into the back of her thighs, making her ass quiver.
“No more mob bosses.”
“No more,” she repeated on a sob.
“No more ex’s. You’re mine.”
“No more,” she repeated.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You, Buck.”
I spanked her ass, once, not too hard, but I needed to see my hand print on her. It flared hot pink in less than a second.
Turned out, Sage liked to get spanked because she came, her pussy clenching down on my dick as if it never wanted to let it go. “Buck, oh BUCK!”
“Who’s cum is–FUCK!” I came then, not being able to last any longer. She felt too good. Too tight. Hot. Wet. Knowing some of that was my cum from earlier… I spurted hot and thick. Rope after rope of it until my balls were emptied.
Only then did I slip out, but I held her in place and watched my seed slip from between her swollen, bright pink folds. It was the prettiest fucking sight I’d ever seen.
Then I helped her up, leaned down to pull her pants and panties back up. She squirmed, probably feeling all the cum coating her pussy and filling her panties.
“You wanted cum, sweetheart.”
“I did, my overachieving cowboy.”
I tipped my hat, then winked.
“Mark my words. In nine months, you’ll have that baby you wanted.”
And he was right. Nine months and three days later, the newest baby Wilder came into the world.
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She’s the new ranch hand. I’m obsessed. Except she’s ten years younger. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except making her mine. She will be Mrs. Hayes Wilder. Turns out, I’ve been sleeping with the enemy. Is she out to steal our secrets or steal my heart?