Weekend Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #1)(22)
She giggled, “I hope you aren’t ready to call it quits just yet. You know, usually when I partake in a meal I get filled up, and I haven’t felt very full yet.”
Sawyer reached down to release his cock from his jeans while he pressed another kiss to her mouth, “Don’t worry, baby, I will fill you up again and again until you’re completely satisfied.”
He retrieved a condom from the back pocket of his jeans, and slid it on over his aching dick. Taking his cock in hand, he ran it up and down her pu-ssy lips. The little wriggle and whimper she gave were hypnotic, and he couldn’t drag his eyes away from the sight of his cock stretching her puffy pu-ssy lips apart. Easing into her, he savored the scorching hot sensation of her body, and the lusty groan that rumbled out of her throat.
When his balls hit her ass cheeks, he sighed with pleasure and wrapped his hands around her hipbones to hold her in place. “Are you full yet, Rachel?”
“Completely,” she moaned and rolled her hips up to him, making his jaw clench and his balls tighten.
“Good, now hold on, baby.”
He began to thrust his cock in and out of her tight pu-ssy, tipping her hips so he pressed against her G-spot every time he sunk into her. Listening to her whimper, moan, and cry out her pleasure as he brought her back to the edge of orgasm.
“Sawyer, please!”
“Yes, baby, come for me, Rachel, come all over my cock.”
Her body reacted to his demand and she arched violently up off the desk. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his biceps, and her ankles locked behind him with her heels resting on his ass. There was no way she could have known how comforting her hold was, or how much he needed to feel the bite of her fingernails in his skin. She couldn’t possibly know how important it was to him to have those love marks on him to prove this wasn’t a dream.
Rachel’s cunt convulsed around him, and he stopped fighting his own orgasm, filling the condom and dropping his weight onto his elbows at her sides. It was a good fifteen minutes before either took the initiative to pull away and clean up. There was only one pancake casualty, and the bacon was perfectly cooked if slightly cold. All in all it was the best morning Sawyer had ever experienced, and he was praying that it was the first one in a lifetime of perfect mornings with Rachel.
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Rogan’s voice interrupted Rachel and Sawyer’s playful banter over the breakfast dishes. “Someone looks like the cat that ate the parakeet this morning.”
“I do believe it’s the canary, bro, but I did eat well this morning. In fact, I feasted on the sweetest delicacy—”
Sawyer’s sexy innuendo was cut off when Rachel planted her elbow under his rib cage. “Hush! Yes, you could say I’m in a good mood this morning. I spent all of last night having wickedly hot sex with four delicious brothers, why wouldn’t I be smiling?”
Rogan moved closer and pressed a tender kiss on Rachel’s still puffy lips. When he lifted his head, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the dark desire in his eyes. “I have to admit, sexual satisfaction looks good on you, love.”
Pleasure filled her chest, and she rose up on her toes to kiss him again. This time there was no tenderness, only passion and possession as his tongue forced its way past her lips and stroked over her teeth. It took everything she had to break the kiss and step backwards so her lungs could refill with badly needed oxygen.
“Wanna go for a ride, cowgirl?”
A red-hot blush crept over her cheeks, and she glanced over her shoulder at Sawyer who nodded. “Go on. Make him take you all over our property on a tour. Wear him out and maybe he won’t be so obnoxious later.”
“Well if that’s not reason enough…” Rogan looked at her hopefully, and she laughed.
“I’d love to go riding, and I would love a tour of the ranch. Let me get my boots.” She spun around on her heels and headed for the doorway humming the Big and Rich country song “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” as she went, and their joint laughter filled her ears.
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“I have to admit, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful spot in my life.” Rachel and Rogan sat atop their horses at the edge of a crest looking down at the pond that separated Brooks Pastures from the Raft Ranch. The oblong body of water was about the length of two football fields and a third of that wide. Trees lined the edges of it except for one end where a fishing dock had been built and a fire pit had been dug into the bank.
“This is probably my favorite place in the world. I like to come down here and think.” Rogan dismounted from his horse, and walked to her side to help her down as well. Tugging her back against his chest, he turned her and pointed. “See that tree right on the curve there, the one with the giant rock near the trunk? That one has an old rope swing in it that my brothers and I convinced our dad to hang when we were in junior high. We would spend hours down here fishing, swimming, camping, and just being kids.”
“It sounds like the ideal childhood.”
“Yeah, I suppose it was. We were lucky to have parents who loved each other deeply, and loved us even more. Someday I want to share that same love with my wife and children,” Rogan spoke softly, but he felt her body stiffen at his words. Knowing he was skimming the surface of a sensitive subject, he patiently waited for her response.
“I hope you are able to fulfill that dream. Your family will be lucky to have you.” The words were tender, and he heard the tension in them, as though she had to force them out of her throat.