Her hand is shaky as she lifts the edge of her panties and slowly pulls them to the side. That’s when I see her pussy lips, already wet and full. I lick my lips and nod to her again.

“Let me taste it.”

Chapter Five

Tracy

Am I really doing this? I have to be dreaming this time for sure. How’s it possible Bronco owns the Circle C Rodeo now and I’ve somehow come along with this deal? How is this even possible without someone talking to me? Not only that, but Bronco is in my trailer, and he wants to see my body. He said he wants a taste of what he thinks he rightfully owns. My body agrees with him all too eagerly.

I’d think he’d want me to help more as a manager or something because that makes more sense. I guess that’s why he was at the Circle C to begin with. I mean, you can’t ride steer forever, but he could find buckle bunnies for life. I think that’s one of the main reason my father sticks around here. Owning a rodeo means money, but my father had no head for business.

That said, it's clear Bronco has other ideas. The only thing he wants me to manage at the moment is him. This is also a fantasy of mine come to life. Having seen him tonight in the flesh has made this dream more vivid than any of the others I’ve had of him before, and I don’t ever want to wake up. That always happens when you start to get to the really good part.

“Are you shy?” He smirks, seeming to enjoy my hesitation.

My nod is so small, but he understands. How can I not be shy? This man has been somewhat of a legend in my mind over the years, and now the hard outline of his cock is pressing against my bottom. He’s turned on by me, and it’s hard to wrap my mind around the idea of that. I should probably be really honest because I’d hate to disappoint Bronco. In fact, my need to please him is stronger than anything.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit. “I’ve read about it in books, and I think maybe—” I stop talking when Bronco closes his eyes, and his breathing grows heavy. With him in my trailer, the space is so small all I can smell right now is him. Did I say something wrong? Does my lack of experience turn him off?

“I want to see what belongs to me now,” he says when he finally opens his eyes. I swear they’re darker now.

“Okay,” I agree with a nod. The idea of him owning me makes my heart flutter, but I try not to focus on that. I need to keep my heart as far away from all of this as possible.

His rough hand rubs up my thigh, and my nipples harden almost painfully. My breasts grow heavy, and I look down, wondering what is wrong with my body. It’s never reacted this way before. Not even when I’ve touched myself.