His Ranch

Chapter 32 Together Forever

WARNING ADULT CONTENT

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Flannery felt as if someone ad doused her in gasoline and lit a match. Her clothes felt as if they weighed hundreds of pounds. Her legs were jello. Her hands were holding on the Coult's shirt to keep from falling.

Coult squeezed her to his body as his tongue invaded her mouth again and again. She tasted so sweet and delicious. His raging erection pressed against his jeans and he felt so out of control with her. He pushed her body against the wall next to the door and slid his leg up against her heat. He pressed his chest against hers and growled when he felt her nipples harden against him.

"I love you, kitten," he whispered, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. 

Flannery's pulse was out of control as it hummed furiously. She was soaked below and so ready for him.

"Please, Coult," she moaned, arching her back and pressing her breasts into him. 

"There are a few things I want to hear first," he said. His hands grasped her waist and pressed her back against the wall as his lips moved up the other side of her neck.

"Wha-what do you wanna hear-oh!" Flannery cried when he nibbled on her earlobe. She was a hot mess and all she could think about was wanting to feel him moving in and out of her. 

"First," he said, sliding his hands under her shirt and caressing her stomach, "I want to hear you say you're mine. Then, I want to you tell me you love me."

Flannery's eyes rolled into the back of her head when his finger slipped inside her bra and began pinching her nipples.

"Then, I'm going to taste you, kitten and we are going to agree on a wedding date. Got it?"

Not waiting for a response, Coult grabbed the edges of her shirt and ripped it from her body. Flannery gasped and looked into his lust filled eyes. 

"You are going to...while we talk about-" she began, knowing that a task such as that would be impossible.

"You haven't told me you're mine yet," Coult said. He was so hard he felt cross-eyed. He needed her so badly. He ripped the bra from her body and latched on to her rose bud like a new born babe. 

Flannery arched her back and pressed herself further into Coult's mouth. He quickly unlatched and pressed her against the wall.

"Say it," he demanded, hovering over her chest. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed. Her body needed him.

"I'm you'rs. I'm all yours. Please, Coult. Take me," she whispered. Her body was screaming at her to push him back onto the bed and ride him till she passed out. He lifted his head and gently pressed his lips to hers.

"I love you with all that I am and all that I will ever be, Flannery Moore. Every crevice of my heart and every inch of my body is yours until the day I die," he professed. 

Flannery lifted her eyes to his and felt the tears begin to pool. This was everything that she had ever wanted. A man who would give her all of him She had not trusted him and had thought the worst, but now she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was and is a good man. Best of all, he was her man,

"I love you too, Coult. I'll never think the worst of you again," she said. Coult smashed his lips to hers, growling his appreciation. He pulled her shorts down and flung her on the bed. This is what he wanted. He had thought about it all during the cattle run. He couldn't wait to taste her garden and feel her trembling and he licked, stroked and pushed her to heaven.

"I think," Coult said, kneeling at Flannerys feet and slowly kissing up her creamy white thighs, "we should get married in two weeks."

Flannery pushed herself up on the elbows, watching as his lips got closer and closer to hers.

"Two weeks that's a little soon," she said in a trembling voice. 

Coult chuckled.

"When would you like to get married?" he asked, grasping a thigh in each hand and spreading her out in front of him like an evening feast. 

"Maybe three months-"

As soon as those words left Flannery's mouth, Coult's mouth latched on to her. She cried out and fell back on the bed. His lips, teeth, and tongue devoured her core. He licked, slurped and kissed. After a few moments, he pulled back and kissed her thighs once more.

"Two weeks," he said, softly with a wicked grin.

"Two months?" she asked weakly. He dove in again. This time, a finger slid inside of her while his tongue made love to her button.

"Oh, Coult!" she screamed. It was too much! Too much pleasure. She arched her back and tried to pull away as she felt the build begin.

"That's it baby," Coult said between licks. "Scream my name."

His finger moved in and out quickly, curving up on the in stroke and caressing her special spot.

"Two weeks, Flannery," he said again with a tone of finality. Flannery didn't care what he was talking about anymore. He could have whatever he wanted. She was all his.

"Coult!" she screamed again as his teeth nibbled on her nub. He couldn't get enough of her. She tasted like the sweetest nectar and the way her muscles were contracting around his finger made his rod leak profusely in his pants.

"Say yes to two weeks, kitten and I'll let you soar," he said backing away from her clit and continuing to slid his finger in and out.

"Yes! Yes, please don't stop!" she yelled. She pushed herself closer to him.

Coult made love to her with his mouth so thoroughly that within the next few minutes Flannery began to pull away.

"It's to-too much," she gasped. She used her feet to push his shoulders and tear his mouth away from her. She was having that same build up she had before and it was too intense. As soon as his mouth left her he growled.

"Come here, kitten," he said in a deep lustful voice. His hands grasped the soft and white round globes of her ass and hauled her back to his mouth. His tongued stroke her again and again. Two of his fingers slipped in and pistoned in and out of her. Her listened as she continue to scream out his name.

"Coult! I-I-I'm, oh, god! Coult!" 

And with that, she exploded. Her limbs spasmed and again and again. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Coult drank from her like a starving man. Her juices sprayed him everywhere. His face, shirt, and the edge of the bed were soaked with her.

When she came back down from heaven she noticed that Coult had moved up towards her and was resting between her legs. His throbbing erection poking at her entrance.

"I love you, kitten."

With that declaration, he slowly pushed inside of her. He groaned at the way her core clung to him like a second skin. Her hands squeezed his shoulders and her nails indented half moons, but he loved it. This is what they needed. They needed to seal their love with this. He was going to marry her and fully make her his. 

She whimpered as he began to move. His hips quickly moving back and forth. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room. Her moans became louder and louder. Her breathing began heavier and Coult knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

He bent his head and buried it in her neck. 

"Come for me," he  requested. Flannery screamed as her body shook once again and he fell over the edge after her. He felt his rod pump his seed inside of her and felt her muscles grasp him with a fury.

This was where they both belonged. With each other.

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