Page 74 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

She sighed again and rocked against him, trying to keep him deep within her. His chuckle was the most deeply intimate masculine sound she had ever heard.

“That’s my good girl,” he crooned as he stroked her as her body had somehow known it wanted and needed. Grasping her hips, once again, he fucked her bottom hole, forceful without being painful. Willa enjoyed the way he made her feel full in a way she never had before. His thrusts picked up speed and power as he sought his own release. At last, on top of the other new sensations he had created, he filled her dark hole with his cum. It seemed he deposited more of himself there than he ever had in her pussy.

Willa cried out as she climaxed a last time in triumphant ecstasy at his taking. His claiming her ass had been humbling yet empowering. Giving him that act of submission, acknowledging her body belonged to him, was a gift she knew he would safeguard and treasure.

He kissed her again and played with her nipples as he eased out of her.

“We probably ought to eat something,” she said.

“When this case is over, I want you to pick a fancy restaurant, and we’ll go out.”

Mac walked into the bath, and she could hear the water run.He returned, wiping himself down. She wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her tits against him.

“I don’t care about fancy. I’d rather be home naked with you and having you feast on me.”

“My kind of woman,” he laughed. “You’d better get dressed.”

“You’re the one who stripped my clothes off. Perhaps you should help me into them.”

“Never happen. I’ll tolerate you putting on clothes, but I will never participate.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted one of those corsets that lace up in the back…”

“I might make the occasional exception. The idea of you laid out on a table in a corset has some appeal.”

“Yeah? Anything else?” She laughed, genuinely enjoying being with him again, not only fucking him but being in his presence.

“If I tell you, you’ll just tell me I am one sick son of a bitch.”

“I already think you’re depraved… and thank God for it.”

“Those black doeskin chaps you have?”

She nodded.

“I’ve always thought they were sexy and would love to see you in them.”

“You’ve seen me in them.”

“But not without anything on underneath.”

“You’re right. You are one messed-up SOB, but you’re my messed-up SOB, and I adore you.” Her quiet demeanor bespoke of the depth of feeling behind the teasing words. He pulled her to him and kissed her.

“And you’re my wanton, naughty Cowgirl. It’ll be okay, Willa. We need to catch Eastwick, then we’ll figure out the rest. But never, ever doubt my feelings for you or that I’ll ever let you go again.” He gently squeezed her still-tender bottom. “Now, putsome clothes on. I need to check in with John one more time tonight and figure out when we need to leave. Why don’t you start supper, and we’ll make it an early night?”

“Mac?”

He looked at her.

“You are planning to fuck me again tonight, aren’t you?”

“That I am.” He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “Any objection?”

“None whatsoever. Just checking.”

Willa wandered into the kitchen and started pulling items from the pantry and fridge—cilantro, peppers, onions, and the like. It appeared she was putting together something southwestern. Among other things, Mac had missed Willa’s cooking. She was an excellent chef and enjoyed watching people appreciate her food.

“Mac,” John said, answering his call. “How go things?”

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