“Oh, gods.”
“Not gods, baby, just me.” He mumbles against my clit as he enters one of his huge fingers in. Now this is riding a wrangler.
My hands grip the back of the couch as pulls me tighter to him. His warm tongue and wide fingers hit every desire I could have dreamed of.
His tongue works overtime, lapping me and sucking me as his fingers enter me. I rock my hips into him as he works me. Throwing my head back, trying to control the overwhelming wave coming far too soon and not nearly fast enough all at the same time.
“Fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes. I feel his hand leave one of my thighs, and my eyes dart open to watch where this hand is going.
“Oliver?” I ask instinctively, pulling away. But his grip gets tighter.
“You’re mine, Renna Winehouse. Say it, please,” he begs against me as his tongue returns to my clit.
I gasp as his words egg me on. Looking down at him. Feeling every bit of him against me.
“I’ve always been yours, Oliver Torres.”
“And I’m yours, now and always, baby girl.” That’s when I feel the hottest fucking sting of my life against my left ass cheek. I scream as heat sears into my skin. I press into Oliver’s face harder to get away, and even still I can feel the rush of my orgasm building. The mounting pleasure is slower with the pain, but it heightens all the more. He licks my folds with a flat press of his tongue, and I ride him and his fingers harder. My mounting orgasm peaks, and I still as he continues his assault on me as I come.
My ass burns like I’d landed butt first in hell, but I can’t deny that was the hardest orgasm of my fucking life. I whimper as I hear my skin sizzle, and I look down at him. I can hardly think, let alone speak, as I watch the man I love brand me with God knows what. He fucking holds it there and holds me at the same fucking time. That cowboy strength must be paying offfor him, because for me, I’m cursing him seven ways to hell as I come down from whatever the hell rush that was.
“Now and forever, baby.” He says as he kisses my pussy and takes the branding fucking iron away from my ass.
“Oh, my God.” I shudder, falling over him. I look down towards my red-hot ass but can’t see shit.
I lean forward, trying to ignore the stinging pain, reaching for the phone discarded on the couch.
“Pass-fucking-word,” I mutter, seeing the phone is his.
“7773366662.”
“What?” I huff, typing in that long-ass password and finding his camera. I take the camera to see the damage this extremely happy fucker did.
My jaw drops as my breath leaves my body. I can’t see much but the big fucking “Torres” now on my ass.
“Oliver,” I say, my voice wobbly from the pain in my ass. “What the actual fuck.”
“Forever baby. You’re my everything, now and forever.” His brown eyes meet mine, and there is a shine in them I haven’t seen before. A love in them that’s powered through all the doubt I had left in us. A sense of belonging washes over me, and I drop to my knees and smash my lips to his.
“Yours,” I murmur against his lips.”You crazy fucker. It’s the beginning of summer.” I think about having to wear long-ass shorts or jeans to cover this up. I’m sure my dad wouldn’t appreciate half my ass hanging out, no less with “Torres” branded on me,all summer long.
He moves to stand, keeping my naked body close to his chest as he works his way around the small house. He grabs some aloe from the fridge and cling wrap.
“Lay down, Princess, stomach to the counter.” He guides me to lie down on the icy surface.
“You prepped this?” I ask bewildered still that I was branded like a damn cow.
“No, but the sun is hot on a ranch.” He shrugs as if he needs aloe or sunscreen.
I scoff as I roll my eyes. “So what’s up with the pick? When you get that?”
“I made it one night, figured it’d come in handy.” He is glad to laugh.
“It won’t be handy anymore; you better not be branding any other women.”
“No other women Renna, only you.”
My skin chills at the contact with the white countertop. My pussy doesn’t know the difference between temperature play and aftercare, it seems. The heat still coming from my ass fights with the coolness of the counter. My body doesn’t settle until I feel my wrangler’s big, strong, talented hands touch my skin. The touch is almost worth the burn from the aloe touching my brand.
