Free In Too Deep by Delilah Devlin

about how she was going to fit in at a working ranch, but there was one facet of her new life about which she felt no such ambivalence.
    “We’ve still got twenty minutes,” Gabe said, tightening his hand on the steering wheel. “I’ll slow down.” Without preamble, he reached down with one hand and unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his blue jeans and tugged his zipper down.
    Lena shrugged her arm past the shoulder harness of her seatbelt and loosened the band around her waist. Then she angled her body to face him. She reached into his pants and drew out his cock. It was soft but beginning to pulse. Steamy hot.
    “What do you have in mind?” he asked, flicking her a hot glance.
    “Just keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes on the road. I’m gonna return a favor.”
    She bent and opened wide, sucking as much of his quickly expanding cock into her mouth as she could manage. She groaned around him, loving the way he tasted and smelled, musky and purely male. She suckled, making slurping sounds that made him chuckle once, but then his thighs tensed and he didn’t utter another sound.
    Lena ignored her own growing arousal, although her nipples grew hard and her pussy wet. She concentrated on his pleasure, happy to show him she could be an equal partner in at least this one way.
    As his length straightened, she bobbed, pulling him with strong suctioning tugs, bobbing deep and then coming up, rubbing her tongue along his shaft as her lips sucked.
    The salty taste of his pre-come exploded on her tongue and she groaned, diving down to consume him, down again until the wide cap touched the back of her throat. And then she swallowed, giving his sensitive head a caress that had him cursing under his breath.
    “Ten minutes,” he whispered.
    “Might not be enough,” she said, coming up and fisting him. She liked the fact her fingers didn’t meet, and she pumped him as she flicked his eyelet hole with the tip of her tongue.
    The car veered to the side, tires kicking up gravel. He shoved the gear stick into park, unclipped his belt, unclipped hers and scooted to the middle of the seat. He ignored her blouse, made quick work of the button of her shorts and shoved them off her legs.
    With his hands guiding her over his lap, he forced her down on his cock.
    Lena gave a glad shout as he filled her, ramming her hips down to take every hard inch. Then she gripped his shoulders and began to move, forward and back, up and down, letting the pronounced ridge around his cockhead stroke past her G-spot.
    “Fuck, I want your tits in my mouth.”
    She shook her head. “No time. And someone might drive by.”
    “Think they won’t know what we’re doin’?”
    “They can know, but I’d just as soon they don’t see my tits bouncin’ in your face.”
    His chuckle pulled a grin from her, and she jounced again.
    “Your pants are gonna be wet.”
    “Don’t give a fuck. I’ll hold my cowboy hat in front of my dick.”
    “Lord, I love your sexy talk.” She leaned close, wrapped her hands around the back of his head and kissed him as she gave him shorter strokes.
    Then his hands were under her shirt. He slipped his fingers under the band of her bra. The moment he pinched her nipples, she bit her mouth to keep from screaming.
    “That’s it baby, that’s it,” he said, kissing her neck. “God, I loved your mouth on me. Felt like you were tryin’ to suck my come all the way from my toes.”
    “Sounds nasty.”
    “Tell you what I want to suck…”
    “Later. We’ll have time when we get there, right?”
    “Only if God doesn’t have a sense of humor.” His head fell back, and he tightened his hands on her bottom. He pushed her up and down, faster and faster, until sweat trickled down her back and she couldn’t catch her breath.
    Gabe licked her neck and the side of her cheek, catching salty streaks. Then he touched her asshole and Lena screamed, cramming down his cock, bouncing up, rocking her body hard against his as her