Page 50 of Wild Ring

Idon’t know what I’m doing. I can’t think straight with Shane touching me. He’s too close. The feel of him is too good. The promise of something to replace the ongoing nightmare of the last six years is a temptation I can’t pass up, so I’m going to let Shane carry me down the hall and fuck me until I forget my own name.

Before he gets far, he turns back and turns the oven off, giving me a boyish smirk as he does so. I wiggle in his arms, causing him to groan, and then a hand smacks against my ass. It stings, but I feel wetness pool between my legs.

Shane drops me to the bed, following me down onto the mattress. He kisses me with all the force of a tsunami and I fall into it. It’s like free-falling from fifty thousand feet. There’s an element of fear that gets my adrenaline pumping. Will I crash or will Shane catch me?

“I’ll always catch you.” He tells me and I widen my eyes, surprised that I spoke out loud.

“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep,” I reply.

Shane looks down at me, sadness flashing in his eyes before the heat and hunger return. “Fine. Then I promise that before this day is out, you’ll be so thoroughly fucked that you won’t know where you end and I begin.”

“Bet,” I say.

Shane chuckles before dipping down and sucking on my collarbone. He lifts my shirt over my head and I raise up enough for him to pull it away. He licks across the swell of my breasts and then moves lower. His tongue dips into my belly button before continuing on a direct course to the waist of my shorts.

Shane wastes no time in removing the offending fabric and licking a long stripe up my center. “So fucking wet. Is this all for me, Sunshine?”

“Ung,” I say when he sticks a finger inside me while flicking his tongue across my clit. After a few moments of this, he flips over onto his back and lifts me to sit across his chest.

“Sit on my face, Sunshine.”

I hover over him when he grabs my thighs and pulls me down. “I said sit, not hover.”

Shane’s entire mouth covers me. His tongue runs from the front of my cunt to my puckered hole before doing it all over again. It isn’t long until I’m writhing on his face, begging. For what, I’m not sure. I go back and forth between begging him to stop and begging him to let me come.

After he’s wrung a couple of orgasms out of me, he gets off the bed. Shane does that sexy one-armed thing to remove his shirt. He’s filled out more over the last six years. He’s wider than I remember. His skin has taken on a tan color that reminds me of the softest leather. Sitting above his left pec is a tattoo of a sun overlooking a lake.

I look at it for too long, stuck in the rays that seem to shine over the grass and willows. I finally take my gaze away from the tattoo and take in the rest of him. Shane has abs that are carved deep into his abdomen, and there’s a fine line of hair that leads into the waistband of his pants.

Shane unbuckles his belt and undoes the button of his jeans before leaning down and removing both his boots and socks. When he stands back up, he puts his fingers in his jeans and pushes them off, along with his boxers. His cock stands proudly in front of him like a homing beacon, straight at me.

The sun shining through the window glints off of something and I look closer, seeing a barbell running through the tip of his dick. My mouth waters at the sight. There’s a tattoo of a bronco on its hind leg, running from his knee to the hip of his right leg. It’s beautiful and majestic. On his upper shoulder sits a bucking bull and underneath it in script: Where one journey ends, another begins.

Shane climbs onto the bed and up my body before kissing me again. This time is softer. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, but he grabs them off. Twining our fingers together, he places both hands on either side of my head.

He enters me fully in one thrust and stills, allowing me to get used to his size. Shane is above average and the stretch feels amazing. After a few agonizing seconds, I tilt my hips up and roll into him, fucking myself on his cock.

Shane thrusts into me, keeping a leisurely pace, the ball of his piercing hitting right against my cervix, causing me to cry out. The entire time he fucks me, Shane keeps his eyes on mine. There’s so much that I could read in his eyes, but I choose not to. Right now, all I want is to feel this pleasure. To take solace in it instead of the nightmare that my life has been.

I can only take so much of the soft fucking until I decide to take matters into my own hands. I wrap one of my legs around Shane’s and use my body to flip our positions until I’m on top. Placing my hands on his chest, I throw my head back and close my eyes.

I roll my hips, and then I bounce up and down. Shane grabs my breasts and kneads them in his hands. It feels so damn good. His hands wander down to my waist where he grabs on, guiding my movements and grinding my clit against his pelvis.

When I come for the third time, he stalls me by bending his knees and placing his feet flat on the bed. “My turn.” He says before pulling me forward and thrusting up. He doesn’t hold back this time. Instead, he fucks into me almost harshly.

I lose track of the releases he gives me or when the position changes again and I’m on my knees, ass in the air and head buried in the pillows. “That’s it Sunshine. Take all of me.” He says as he thrusts repeatedly.

His thrusts speed up and get harder. His hand comes around and his fingers play against my clit. “I’m gonna come, baby, and I want you to come with me.”

“I can’t.” I whimper.

“You can and you will,” Shane groans. “Now, Sunshine. Come now. Squeeze my cock like a good girl.”

My body listens, and I feel my inner muscles squeeze and clutch him inside me. Shane grunts my name as he comes. His thrusts slow and then still as he finishes inside me. He lays over me as he catches his breath. His weight isn’t oppressive. I feel safe underneath him.

When he finally moves and slides out of me, I feel bereft. I want him back inside me. I want to feel the passion he fucked me with. The safety of his arms.

We both shower before climbing back into bed, where I instantly doze. Shane was right. I feel him so deep inside me it’s hard to decide where I end and he begins. I can feel his fingers running the length of my spine and then breaking off until he’s running a finger over the scars that mark my back.

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