The Connor Ranch: Mac Read online

  “We were supposed to be getting to know one another,” she said.

  “What’s your favorite color?” he asked.

  “Blue.”

  “Mine too!”

  “Favorite dessert?” she asked.

  “Tough one,” he said putting his arms around her so their mouths were just mere inches apart. “Pineapple upside-down cake…that count as a dessert, or is it a cake?”

  “If it’s served with ice cream it’s a dessert.”

  “And yours?”

  “My mom’s blueberry cobbler with lots of whipped cream.”

  “That sounds like a slice of heaven. Favorite TV show?” he asked, running his finger the whole length of her arm, making her skin tingle like never before.

  “The Walking Dead.”

  “Really? You into zombies?”

  “I like all the characters. How about you? Something you watch without fail?”

  “Longmire.”

  “That figures. If you had to give up meat or beer, which would it be?”

  “Hope I never have to choose because I couldn’t tell you the answer to that one. Mascara or blusher? If you had to give one up?”

  Steph laughed. “Hope I never have to pick one over the other because both of them are lifesavers.”

  “I’m guessing you’re pretty without either of them.”

  “Is that you being totally honest again?” asked Steph.

  “I wouldn’t be anything else.”

  Somehow she believed him.

  “Think that’s enough information to get us started to knowing one another even better?” he walked his fingers down her belly, over her navel and stopped just short of her mound.

  She had to admit she was eager to get to the bit where they got to know one another’s bodies better too.

  She kissed him, feeling his fingers slip over her mound downward onto her clit. He circled it, bringing it immediately to life. Running her tongue over his lower lip, she realized what an expert he was, and what a problem that was going to create. She tried to hold off but on the next pass of his finger, she came and groaned like a lion roaring.

  “Wow, was that what I think it was?” he asked.

  Somewhat embarrassed, she nodded. “You guys call it premature ejaculation. I don’t know what girls call it but the more talented a guy is, the faster I climax. And your fingers are masters at their art.”

  “How about in the pussy?” asked Mac. He slipped his finger inside and moved it back and forth.

  “Mac, your fingers are magic and…”

  He moved it faster and she came again.

  She rested her head on his shoulders, embarrassed that she was drooling just a tad.

  “I think we need to do some work on you.”

  She looked at him. “Work on me? That’s not my problem. Just the opposite, in fact.”

  “Yeah, but you’re missing out, coming that quickly.”

  “I know, but I guess that’s the way my body is. I suppose it’s better than never having an orgasm. That would really suck.”

  “I’ll train you.”

  “Train me?”

  “Let’s go into the bedroom and we’ll get started on your first lesson,” said Mac.

  Chapter Six

  Mac laid his pupil’s body on top of his bed. He laughed inwardly thinking of her as a student. She was far from that, she was a mature, career-focused young lady, but her body needed training and for that reason and that reason alone, she’d be his student.

  Her body looked like it was made for his bed. She stretched out, wiggling her butt as she got comfortable on the quilt. It was going to be a task. Not so much teaching and training her body, but restraining himself while he did it. He’d certainly put himself in a bind now.

  Seeing her naked like this, made him want to do one thing. Plunge inside her and take her over the edge. But she had to practice some self-discipline before that could happen. Pleasure was a dual duty when a man and woman had sex. Well, at least it was in his book.

  Getting on the bed beside her, he leaned over and kissed her. He pulled away but looked her straight in the eye.

  “You’ve got to be honest with me. When I ask you something about your body and what’s happening to it, you’ve got to tell the truth or this won’t work.”

  “I promise I’ll be straight with you.”

  “Good, because I think your body’s going to love what happens. You ready?”

  She nodded.

  Mac lay beside her, raising his hand and using his index finger to trace a circle around her breast. “Close your eyes,” he said.

  Her eyelids fluttered and then were shut. He ran his finger around her breast again, this time with ever decreasing circles until he was swirling it around her nipple.

  “What are you feeling?” he asked

  “Warmth and heaviness in my boob, actually in both of them.”

  He pushed his mouth down on it sucked it and then let his tongue glide over it.

  Her fingers went to his scalp and she groaned.

  Mac pulled away. “Is this turning you on too fast?”

  “It’s turning me on, period.”

  “How about your pussy?”

  “When you sucked my nipple my pussy ached because it wants to be touched.”

  “But it’s got to wait its turn.”

  Steph laughed, and then Mac did too.

  “Pace yourself, Steph, because I have lots more for you and I don’t want you even coming close to climaxing yet, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He leaned over farther and put his mouth on her other nipple and sucked. He flicked his tongue around the outer edges, feeling it harden into a tight bud. He ran his thumb over it. It was so beautiful, so pink and perfect.

  Mac slid his finger down the center of her belly, making her twitch.

  “That tickles.”

  “That’s fine as long as it doesn’t make you come.”

  He dipped farther down, arriving at her navel. She had an innie. He pushed his face on her stomach, lapping at her belly button. She twitched again.

  “Belly button sort of person, are you?”

  Steph laughed.

  “It’s going to get tough now,” said Mac.

  He slid his fingers down over her mound swirling them around in the thick curls.

  Her creamy white thighs were such a stark contrast. He buried his fingers deep within her hair.

  “Keep your legs together, Steph.”

  He pushed his finger down, feeling her clit meet it. The nub was already throbbing.

  “You let me know everything that’s happening to you?”

  He began massaging her clit and within a minute she was fidgeting.

  “Mac, I’m getting closer to a climax.”

  “Whistle.”

  “Whistle?” she asked.

  “Yeah, your favorite song.”

  She began whistling something he didn’t even recognize because she was such a lousy whistler, but that was the whole point. She’d be so busy concentrating on that, he could go to work on her.

  He pressed harder on the nub, hearing her whistle louder and picking up tempo.

  “Mac.”

  “I know, Steph, I can feel your body. Hum a tune.”

  He toyed with her clit and he knew it was cruel but he had to do it for her own good.

  “Sing, Steph.”

  She broke into song. Luckily her singing was a hell of a lot better than her whistling skills.

  He pushed her thighs apart, seeing her pussy lips, swollen, glistening with her cream.

  Mac knew this song and he joined in as he pushed his finger inside her, hearing her stop her song in mid-sentence.

  “Nope, you keep on singing, concentrate on the words, and don’t focus on your pussy or what I’m doing to it.”

  She sang again, a different tune this time, as Mac swirled his finger around her channel. Her muscles pushed against him, fought him almost. Boy, was he going to love being inside her.<
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  His finger fucked her now as he sang too.

  “Mac, I’m trying not to but you’re going to make me come very soon.”

  “You’re not going to till I give you permission to. Say the alphabet backward.”

  “That’s a tough one… z…’

  He smiled because he wasn’t such a bad teacher after all. He teased her pussy some more as another trickle of her juice slid over his hand. This had to be killing her.

  She’d learned enough for this first lesson.

  “Okay, Steph, you can come.”

  “Thank god.”

  He pumped her three times and then saw her thighs tighten and a groan escaped from her mouth like she’d found utopia.

  “You think you can pace yourself like that with me inside you?”

  “Sure, and if I have to sing, so be it.”

  Chapter Seven

  That had almost killed her. She’d always come fast but Mac was more of a master with his hands and fingers than any other man she’d known. She wanted to make it last as Mac slid into her, stretching her, and filling her so much she knew this was going to be a challenge.

  How weird would it be for her to sing while he made love to her?

  He began moving, very slowly at first. She hummed but not out loud. His cock was long and already scrapping the edges of her G-spot. He picked up his pace, causing her to get into the danger zone because her pussy was on edge.

  “Take deep breaths,” he whispered.

  She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else.

  Work.

  Her workload was full on Monday. Pete was throwing her in the deep end.

  Nope, that wasn’t working because all she could focus on was Mac’s cock inside her, gorgeous, huge, and doing its job a bit too well.

  She was coming soon whether she liked it or not.

  Not fighting it anymore she relaxed, focusing on her body, and let her orgasm wash over her.

  Steph hoped that Mac wouldn’t notice. She’d enjoyed that one in silence and normally she was very vocal when she climaxed. Keeping quiet had been hard too.

  “I know what’s just happened,” he said.

  Mac stopped thrusting, looking down at her like she was a naughty child caught by one of her parents doing something they’d warned her not to.

  Now she felt bad because he hadn’t come yet.

  “Your pussy tells the whole story and yours grabbed my dick like it was trying to suck the life out of it.”

  She almost wanted to laugh. Almost.

  “So you’ve never had a double orgasm after sex like this?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “Well, maybe I can be the guy to keep on making you come until I’m ready to do the same.”

  He pulled out of her. “We’re going to have to get naughty, so lay on your belly.”

  Just what did the cowboy have in mind? She flipped over. He lifted her arms above her head and then ran his hands underneath her, scraping her boobs as he kissed the back of her neck by the top of her spine.

  Um, she liked that but it wasn’t very naughty. However, then he spanked her.

  Besides her parents giving her a whack across the butt when she was young and had done something bad, no one had ever spanked her. She could deny she liked it, but when he spanked her the second time, tell-tale juices slid from her pussy.

  It had turned her on like she would never have believed.

  “That’s for being a bad girl,” he whispered in her ear.

  Mac ran his hand over her butt, giving it one more spank before sliding his finger down her crack and circling her pussy. He pushed it deep inside her.

  “Feels like an ocean’s flowing in here.”

  He parted her legs and pushed his cock into her pussy.

  “You are going to come and keep on coming.”

  “I’ll try.”

  “You’ll do better than that.”

  Mac didn’t start slow this time…his first thrust almost sent her flying toward the top of the bed. She held on to the quilt, willing herself to do as he said, and keep on coming.

  He spanked her ass again. She reared up a little, allowing the tip of his cock to bump into the front of her pussy. The bit that was her most sensitive.

  She groaned. He’d actually given her another orgasm and so close to the other one.

  Mac ran his hands up and down her back. “Slowly get up on your hands and knees.”

  Steph didn’t think she could because her legs were weak from the last climax, but she didn’t want to disappoint Mac. She got up slowly, feeling his cock slip out but then when she was all the way up, he shoved it back in and held her tightly as he thrust into her.

  Both his hands went over her breasts and they rode together and almost rode as one. Another climax was on its way. She felt it building in her thighs. She rested her head back toward him, clenching her fists as the second one took her.

  “That’s it, baby. Have you got another one of those inside you, because I’m so, so close now,” Mac whispered in her ear.

  She held his arms as he thrust harder, pushing back toward him and then hearing his thighs smash against her butt.

  Steph liked that sound. It was sort of sexy, erotic almost.

  Mac pulled on her nipples and kissed her neck. Both of them were sweating now. Even that was sexy.

  He was right…she was going to come again. She ground her knees into bed and raised her butt up as it took her. The best one of all.

  Mac groaned, stopped thrusting and then they fell onto his bed together.

  “Wow,” said Mac. “That was pretty amazing.”

  ****

  Mac loved the way her legs rested on his lap as they sat on the couch and watched Superman and ate rocky road ice cream. It couldn’t get any better than this. This was how things used to be when he had a fiancée.

  No, that wasn’t exactly true. Steph wasn’t anything like Jenny. Steph had a career of her own, and was more than just a woman who hung onto a guy because he was a rodeo king and other women drooled after him. Steph was intelligent and funny.

  Steph wouldn’t leave a guy when the going got tough. Jenny had taken off once she knew she’d have to look after Mac and wait on him hand and foot while he went through rehab. Steph wouldn’t walk away when a guy was no longer the center of attention. It was at this very moment that he realized how shallow Jenny had been. He’d picked the wrong woman and he’d wasted these years mourning her leaving him. Now it was all clear. Her leaving him was the best thing that could have happened. She’d given him his freedom. Freedom to date again, freedom to meet a woman like the one who now sat on the couch beside him. Steph was the kind of woman that made a man feel like the superhero they were watching. He felt whole again. Alive for the first time in years. He was no longer the broken cowboy who’d been dumped and who everyone in town looked at with pity.

  She glanced at him as if she knew he was thinking about her.

  Without saying anything she lifted up the spoon with the last scoop of ice cream upon it and offered it to him. He took it into his mouth. For some strange reason it tasted a whole lot better than the one in his own bowl.

  “Okay, more getting to know one another. You like the marshmallows or the nuts best?” she asked him.

  “Definitely the marshmallows.”

  “Me too. I like the way they feel on my tongue,” said Steph.

  “Yeah, sort of like your nipples.”

  She smiled. “What were you thinking? I mean a few minutes ago. You looked miles away?” she asked him.

  “What a lucky cowboy I am to have a vet as pretty as you.”

  “There’s one thing you should know about me, and that’s flattery will get you everywhere.”

  “I’ll be sure to remember that. Hey, would you like to stay the night?”

  “In your bed?”

  “No, the spare room. Of course in my bed.”

  She smiled. “Only on one condition.”

  “
And what’s that?”

  “You spank me while I cook you breakfast tomorrow morning.”

  He winked at her.

  Yeah, nothing like Jenny at all.

  Chapter Eight

  Steph had asked for spanking to be served with her breakfast, not this. Not that she was complaining in any way. Mac rubbed his hands up and down her thighs as he licked her pussy opening. He was teaching her all sorts of things about her body. Feelings within her that she hadn’t known existed. He speared her channel with the tip of his tongue.

  She began saying the alphabet backwards in her head. She closed her eyes as he rested each of his hands over her mound and went to work on her.

  Steph opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, willing herself not to come any time soon. Mac’s techniques had shown her that the sensation you felt in your body leading up to the grand finale was just as good at the act itself. Flexing her toes downward, she sensed her climax approaching but she wasn’t going to let it happen. She’d fight it all the way.

  Mac pulled his tongue out, scooted down the bed farther and then opened her legs wider, pushing them up so her feet were dangling on her butt cheeks.

  “You have the best looking, and not to mention best tasting pussy it’s been my pleasure to devour.”

  “I told you flattery will get you everywhere.”

  He winked at her and went back to work on her pussy, his tongue pushing itself inside her. She went back to thinking about the alphabet.

  Snuggling down some more on the sheet, her thighs began tingling. Not the usual rush she got when she knew she was coming, but a slow burn. It felt different, it felt good. She flexed her toes again. The pleasure was traveling all the way down to them too.

  She’d missed such a lot. Hooking up with Mac had been a lifesaver.

  He held her knees while fucking her pussy with his tongue. She wiggled, knowing a slow build up was taking place.

  She was drooling. Shit, this was so good that her mouth was open and she was dribbling. She hoped Mac was too busy concentrating on what he was doing to see it. She wiggled again, and her whole body felt alive. She’d achieved what she wanted and now she’d reward herself.