Lassoing the Virgin Mail-Order Bride(28)

Then, I’m in his arms.

“Get Mr. Buckman off our land, Earl,” Cash barks as he strides towards the house with me over his shoulder.

“With pleasure, boss,” I hear Earl say.

When we get inside, Cash kicks the door shut, and I turn the lock without having to be asked.

“Sweetheart, you’re about to be sore all over again.”





Chapter 12





Cash





Taking Clare to our bedroom, I smack her ass playfully on the way. She giggles with delight, and it makes my cock even harder. Hearing her happy is all I ever want in life. Well, that and babies.

It’s been a couple of days, so she’s had time to heal. Now I’m ready to relive our wedding night and try to top it. It was silly being shy about telling her I was a virgin, but she was, too, so I guess she should have known the feeling better than anyone. I’m glad that I waited until the right one came along. Because she damn sure is. She’s the only one for me, and I want to spend the rest of our lives showing her all the reasons why.

When I toss her in the middle of the bed and climb on top of her, she continues to giggle. I pull her clothes from her body, and she starts to do the same to me, and in no time we’re both naked and smiling like idiots.

“I love you,” I say through a smile, and she reaches up and touches my face.

“I love you, too, Cash.”

Sliding between her legs, I don’t tease either of us as I press my cock to her opening. Our eyes stay locked, and we hold one another as I ease inside of her slowly. I give her all of me until there’s not an inch left, the root of my cock pressing against her *.

Once I’m inside of her tightness, I just hold it there, wanting to feel her warmth surrounding me. I put my forehead to hers and feel her fingernails lightly scrape my back. Her hips start to move under me, and I realize her need for me is growing.

As I rock in and out of her, her channel grips me and I groan at the feeling.

“So f*cking tight. Perfect, baby.”

“Cash, more,” she moans, and I look down to see her closing her eyes and tilting her head back.

I place my mouth on her neck and move down her throat, giving her licks and bites. clings to me as I make love to her body, giving her everything she wants. Her slick sweetness covers my cock, and the smooth glide is almost too much to handle. The tight grip of her * starts to contract, and I thank God she’s as close as I am.

“That’s it, Clare. Cum, baby. Cum all over my cock. Get it nice and wet.”

I feel pulses start, and I follow her over the edge. She shouts her pleasure into the room, and I hold her tightly to me as I empty my cum into her waiting womb. I hope we made a baby the first time I took her, but I’ll keep giving her as much of me as she can hold until it plants inside her. I want to breed her and have lots of little babies running around the farm. I want her tied to me in every way possible, and I want her round with my child.

Just thinking about her pregnant makes a little more cum leak out of my cock.

I try not to collapse on top of her when we both come down from the high, but a little of my weight comes down on her, and I hear her grunt under me. She giggles again, and I roll us over so she’s on top and I can stay buried inside of her while I hold her to me.

“You sore?” I ask as I trace the tips of my fingers up and down her naked spine. Her head is on my chest, and she’s breathing evenly. I wonder if she’s fallen asleep already.

“Definitely not.”

I smile at her words and at how sleepy they sound. I expect her to drift off, but after a few moments, she starts to move on top of me. Her * grinds down on my still-swollen cock, and I automatically thrust up into her, trying to give her what she needs.

Soon she’s sitting up on me fully and riding me better than any rodeo I’ve ever seen. She loves being on top and in control, and I love holding her hips while she works her *. Clare is a goddess when she’s lost to her passion, and I’m a slave to whatever desire she has. I hope to spend the rest of our lives doing exactly this until the end of time.





Epilogue





Cash




10 years later…




“Grandpa Earl, read us another one. Please!”

Our oldest boy, Joseph, bounces up and down on his spot on the floor, begging for another story. I walk over and wrap my arms around Clare, who’s in the kitchen covering up the cake she made today. There’s only a little bit left, and I have a feeling she’ll be sneaking that tonight after the kids go to bed.

“Alright. One more. And this time I mean it.”

Clare laughs and shakes her head. “Those kids are going to get at least five more stories out of him before he really gives up.”

“They’ve got him wrapped around his finger and they know it.” I kiss the place on her neck just below her ear and squeeze her body closer to mine.

She’s gotten more curves over the years, and I’ve loved seeing her blossom into a full-figured woman. She’s given me five babies, and with each one, she’s looked more beautiful than the last. She had some complications with our youngest, Lily, so we decided it was time to stop. We were blessed with three boys and two girls, so we’ve got a houseful.