The sincerity in his eyes broke her last defenses, her pussy throbbing with the need to surrender. It had been so long since anyone had looked at her like that—like she was more than just a rancher, more than just their mother. “You alright?”
She swallowed, her throat tight with emotion. “We’ve got you. She let herself feel wanted. She moaned into his mouth, her hands clutching his shoulders as Duke’s fingers continued to tease her nipples, rolling them until she whimpered, her body arching toward him. This is mine, she thought, savoring the rare solitude. She cried out, her pussy clenching around Duke’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. For the first time in years, she let herself feel something other than responsibility. Her nails raked down Wyatt’s back, leaving trails of red in their wake, a visceral testament to the intensity of her release. “Then show me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
