Page 13 of Big Timber

“So, that’s where you’re from. Where did you grow up?”

“The story doesn’t get any prettier, babe,” I tell her, watching closely for her reaction. “I was big, even at that age, so I could pass for older. I got into collections for some people you never want to owe money to. Eventually, I got myself out of that and fell in with the Royal Bastards.”

“And now?” she asks, wiping away her unshed tears with the back of her hand before meeting my gaze.

“And now, I run my business and ride with my brothers,” I answer, only slightly skirting the truth. “We said a lot of things throughout the night, Talia. I meant everything I said to you.”

“Good.” Is all she says, not giving me much insight into her feelings. “How does this feel?”

“The swelling is bothering me,” I tell her. With her eyes focused again on my foot, she hasn’t noticed my grin.

“It doesn’t look that—" Her words cut off the moment her eyes meet mine. “Funny.”

“It’s really painful,” I continue, reaching down to tug her hand over my crotch and becoming optimistically hopeful when she rubs her palm along the length. “And I never got my breakfast in bed.”

“After last night, I wouldn’t mind skipping straight to dessert,” she tartly replies, standing up and walking toward the room we slept in. “Let me grab the condoms I picked up.”

Slowly making my way to the room, I pause just inside the door, content just to watch her for a moment.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, and she turns, her eyes lighting up before she crosses to me.

I pull her into my arms, cupping her face as I slide a finger down one of her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she says with a small smile. “For sharing your history with me and for last night.”

“Last night?” I ask, trying to figure out what exactly she means.

“I understand now why you wouldn’t take the chance of getting me pregnant and I appreciate it; probably more than I did before you told me everything.”

“Not that I don’t want kids, but I want stability for them,” I respond after weighing my words. Last night I told her she was mine, but I get the feeling that she needs a minute before hearing that I want everything with her and only her.

Bending down, I slide an arm behind her knees and lift her up. It’s only a few steps to the messy, unmade bed, so she doesn’t have a chance to lecture me before my lips find hers and I make her forget all about my ankle.

Stopping Talia when she reaches for her top, I shake my head at her. “Let me undress you.”

Lying on my side, I pull her hand away, kissing the knuckles before sliding it under her head. When I tug her shirt up and I’m faced with her pale, unblemished skin, I imagine it rounded with my child one day.

The moment I got her top up over her bra, I can’t resist its sapphire tone shade against her pale skin, so I leave that in place. Sitting up, I help her get her shirt off and give her another kiss before I slide down on the bed.

Once I’m eye level with the snap on her jean shorts, I pop it open before placing a kiss below her belly button. Curling my fingers into the waistband, I startle a little scream out of her when I yank down her shorts and panties.

Honestly, there’s only so much I can take. Getting them down over her ankles, she looks at me in surprise when I slide one of my large hands under her to get her to roll onto her stomach. Then I’m kneeling in between her legs, lifting her hips up, and keeping her legs spread apart.

I smile, momentarily picturing the tattoo I’ll create on the wonderful canvas of her back one day before I grip each of her ass cheeks and hold her open. Swiping my tongue over her back entrance pulls another yelp from her, but today I continue down to her pussy where I slowly lick down one side and up the other.

Talia lets out a long, sensuous moan before the front of her body sinks to the bed and that’s when I plunge my tongue into her dripping slit. Taking my time, tasting her as I twist and turn my tongue while I extend it as long as I can before moving down along the path to softly suck on her little button.

“I need you,” she whispers, and I take that as my cue to slide first one, then a second finger into her as I work my tongue faster and faster over her clit, not willing to give her my cock until she comes all over my face.

Once she starts panting harder and harder, I up the pace of my tongue and fingers until she lets her head back to scream out my name—and doesn’t my woman squirt all over my face. I wasn’t sure what was happening at first, never having experienced it, but I take it as my cue to wrap up my dick.

I loathe pulling away from her, but I’m overly eager to feel her spasming pussy working my cock. Thankfully, my fingers havemade entering her easier than it would normally have been. I’m a big guy, and fully proportionate.

“Feels so good,” she rasps out, pushing herself up onto her forearms and turning her head to look at me.

Talia’s bottom lip looks swollen, and I can just imagine her biting it, which instantly makes me want to. I lean forward, thrusting the rest of the way inside of her tight pussy so I can suck that lip into my mouth.

“Tell me you belong to me,” I growl out, suddenly desperate for her acknowledgment that this isn’t a fling. “Me. Only me.”

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