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my life.
“I love you, Luciana. I have since the second we locked eyes. Everything I’ve been telling you I want, it’s all been about you. All of it. The life I want out here, making babies, and raising them with you. Having beautiful girls with long dark hair that I can braid. Having little boys with your big brown eyes learning to care for the animals here. All of it, mi alma . All of it with you.”
“I love you, too, Blake. I knew you were the one the day I stepped on this ranch. This was it for me. You’re it for me.”
We kiss, and I feel both of us pour our hearts into it. He moves inside me, his hard length possessing every inch of my body. He’s owning me and making me his as he makes love to me.
This has been a whirlwind, coming here to the farm and falling in love with Blake. But all of it feels so incredibly right.
His thrusts speed up as my tongue sweeps into his mouth, and I moan at the possessiveness of his body over mine. His excitement fuels my own, and I feel myself build to an orgasm. The tension rolls over my arms and legs, and I raise my hips to meet his. I’m so close, and so is Blake. The big muscles of his arms tense, and he’s about to unleash inside me.
The thought has my orgasm rushing through me, and I cry out against his lips as it takes me over the edge.
“Luciana,” he growls, holding his cock deep inside me and filling me with his warm seed.
I cling to him as the pleasure pulses between us, and his soft lips press kisses to my neck. It’s an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I smile as I think about how I get to do this for the rest of my life.
Chapter 11
Blake
“ W hat wrong , mi alma ?” I ask, stepping onto the porch with Luciana.
She shrugs, and I take her hand, pulling her over to the rocking chair with me.
I sit down and she sits on my lap, but it’s not close enough for me. I wrap my arms around her, burying my face in her hair and she curls up her legs, cuddling into my chest.
“Where did you learn mi alma ?” she asks me against my chest. I was wondering when she was going to catch that. Her face always lights up when I call her my soul .
“I knew some light Spanish, but once I got my sights set on you I started listening to lessons when I could. My Spanish still isn't perfect, but it’s getting there.”
She pulls her head from against my chest and looks at me “Why?”
“I didn't ever want to miss a word you might say,” I admit. “And I figured you’d want our children to speak Spanish, too, no? So it’s best I speak it, too.”
“God, you’re so perfect,” she says, her eyes watering as a smile lights up her face.
“Then now might be the time to tell you that little contraption you call a car is now pieces in a junkyard and the truck over there is yours.” I nod in the direction of her new vehicle and her mouth drops open. “Now before you get mad, think about it. That truck can haul anything and get you around these fields, no problem. You need it. It’s safe and works better for our family.”
She lays her head back down on me. “Okay,” she says simply.
“That easy?” I ask warily.
“Yeah. You’re right. I’m not going to fight about something that doesn't need a fight. The truck works better for what we need to do around here.”
Well, that was easy, but I know why. She doesn't have it in her to fight with me right now, even if she wants to. She’s worried. I can feel it in her little body as it’s pressed against me. Too much tension.
“Talk to me, Lucy. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She called her family yesterday and asked them to come over for dinner. It’s Sunday, and I didn’t want to wait any longer to speak to her father and tell him my intentions. It’s out of respect that I’m asking them, but I’m going to marry her either way. Luciana is my soul, and when I call her that I don’t mean it lightly. I couldn’t live without her, and I don’t plan on trying.
“Nothing. It’s so
“I love you, Luciana. I have since the second we locked eyes. Everything I’ve been telling you I want, it’s all been about you. All of it. The life I want out here, making babies, and raising them with you. Having beautiful girls with long dark hair that I can braid. Having little boys with your big brown eyes learning to care for the animals here. All of it, mi alma . All of it with you.”
“I love you, too, Blake. I knew you were the one the day I stepped on this ranch. This was it for me. You’re it for me.”
We kiss, and I feel both of us pour our hearts into it. He moves inside me, his hard length possessing every inch of my body. He’s owning me and making me his as he makes love to me.
This has been a whirlwind, coming here to the farm and falling in love with Blake. But all of it feels so incredibly right.
His thrusts speed up as my tongue sweeps into his mouth, and I moan at the possessiveness of his body over mine. His excitement fuels my own, and I feel myself build to an orgasm. The tension rolls over my arms and legs, and I raise my hips to meet his. I’m so close, and so is Blake. The big muscles of his arms tense, and he’s about to unleash inside me.
The thought has my orgasm rushing through me, and I cry out against his lips as it takes me over the edge.
“Luciana,” he growls, holding his cock deep inside me and filling me with his warm seed.
I cling to him as the pleasure pulses between us, and his soft lips press kisses to my neck. It’s an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I smile as I think about how I get to do this for the rest of my life.
Chapter 11
Blake
“ W hat wrong , mi alma ?” I ask, stepping onto the porch with Luciana.
She shrugs, and I take her hand, pulling her over to the rocking chair with me.
I sit down and she sits on my lap, but it’s not close enough for me. I wrap my arms around her, burying my face in her hair and she curls up her legs, cuddling into my chest.
“Where did you learn mi alma ?” she asks me against my chest. I was wondering when she was going to catch that. Her face always lights up when I call her my soul .
“I knew some light Spanish, but once I got my sights set on you I started listening to lessons when I could. My Spanish still isn't perfect, but it’s getting there.”
She pulls her head from against my chest and looks at me “Why?”
“I didn't ever want to miss a word you might say,” I admit. “And I figured you’d want our children to speak Spanish, too, no? So it’s best I speak it, too.”
“God, you’re so perfect,” she says, her eyes watering as a smile lights up her face.
“Then now might be the time to tell you that little contraption you call a car is now pieces in a junkyard and the truck over there is yours.” I nod in the direction of her new vehicle and her mouth drops open. “Now before you get mad, think about it. That truck can haul anything and get you around these fields, no problem. You need it. It’s safe and works better for our family.”
She lays her head back down on me. “Okay,” she says simply.
“That easy?” I ask warily.
“Yeah. You’re right. I’m not going to fight about something that doesn't need a fight. The truck works better for what we need to do around here.”
Well, that was easy, but I know why. She doesn't have it in her to fight with me right now, even if she wants to. She’s worried. I can feel it in her little body as it’s pressed against me. Too much tension.
“Talk to me, Lucy. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She called her family yesterday and asked them to come over for dinner. It’s Sunday, and I didn’t want to wait any longer to speak to her father and tell him my intentions. It’s out of respect that I’m asking them, but I’m going to marry her either way. Luciana is my soul, and when I call her that I don’t mean it lightly. I couldn’t live without her, and I don’t plan on trying.
“Nothing. It’s so
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