Rancher Claims His Young Bride
Silver fox rancher claims and breeds his eager 19-year-old virgin bride on their wedding night.
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The heavy oak door of the master bedroom clicked shut behind them, sealing Lila inside the dimly lit sanctuary of Silver Fox Ranch. Moonlight poured through the tall windows, painting silver across the wide-planked floors and the massive four-poster bed carved from weathered barn wood. At nineteen, Lila still couldn’t believe this was real. Three months of feverish late-night messages had led to this: married to a man more than twice her age, standing barefoot in nothing but a sheer white lace nightgown that barely reached mid-thigh.
Colton Briggs watched her like a wolf that had finally cornered its prey. Fifty-two years old, silver hair cropped short at the sides and longer on top, broad shoulders straining the open collar of his white wedding shirt. The rancher’s chest was still thick with muscle earned from decades of breaking horses and hauling fence posts. His pale blue eyes dragged slowly down her body, lingering on the way her nipples had already stiffened into tight peaks beneath the delicate fabric.
“You’re shaking, little girl,” he rumbled, voice low and rough as gravel under truck tires. “Scared or wet?”
Lila swallowed, heat flooding her cheeks. Both. The nervous flutter in her stomach mixed with a slick, shameful ache between her legs. She had never been touched by a man. Now this silver fox, this commanding stranger she’d sworn herself to, was looking at her like he already owned every inch of her untouched cunt.
“I… I’m both, sir,” she whispered.
Colton’s mouth curved into a predatory smile. He shrugged off his shirt, revealing a powerful, sun-bronzed torso dusted with silver hair that arrowed down toward the heavy buckle of his belt. The man was massive. Not just tall, but thick, solid, radiating the kind of raw masculine power that made her knees feel liquid.
He began to circle her slowly, boots thudding against the floorboards. Each step brought another wave of his scent, leather, pine, and something darker, purely male. Lila’s breath hitched as he passed behind her, his large hand brushing the small of her back.