Page 107 of Stables

His towel pools around his feet, but the bulge digging into my back doesn’t lessen.

I think it’s bigger.

Both of his hands shift. I’m still weak as he lifts my shirt over my head, then twists it so it snugs around my wrists.

“I seem to remember something about tying you up, too.” He loops my roped shirt over a heavy hook on the wall near the fridge, then spins me to face him.

The smile tugging up his mustache doesn’t hide the absolute feral look of carnal lust in his dark eyes as he tugs off my soaked shorts.

His calloused palms cup my thighs while he lifts them off the floor to wrap around his waist, with his mighty cock pressing up my back.

Tracing my ribs, his thumbs flick over my stiff nipples before he leans over and latches his scorching mouth over one.

I’m completely at his mercy, and loving every moment of it. Locking my heels behind his narrow pelvis, I let my hips gyrate lower until I’m grinding my wet entrance over his thick shaft.

I want him. More than I ever knew I could.

The way he looks at me like he wants to devour me, consume me, it makes me want to cling to him and never let go.

His thumb lifts my chin, and his other hand tilts my ass until the blunt head of his mushroomed cock seats against the hollow of my pussy.

We both groan when he sinks himself.

He’s so fucking big it hurts, stretching me until I feel as if I’m going to tear in half.

But my legs tighten, pulling him as deep as he’ll go.

I love the ache, and then the fury of pleasure that blooms within me when his fingers dig into my flesh.

His face buries against my neck. “You make me,” he pants. “Struggle not to lose control.”

“Please, Dix.” My thighs squeeze his trembling body closer. “You’re my safe space, let me be yours, too.” I wish I could touch him.

As if he can read my mind, he loops the shirt away from the wall to drop my arms behind his head.

My nails dig into his scalp wildly, twisting the soft restraint to tighten even further so I’m bound to him.

Our bodies thud against the paneling, but only a small grunt escapes between our ravenous mouths.

His dominating tongue plunges against mine in the same slow rhythm of his throbbing penetrations.

One of his large palms slides down my sweaty back, reaching beneath me, dragging his thick fingers along my soaking pussy.

“I’ve never felt like this with anyone,” he grunts, bracing us against the wood as he methodically pounds me.

Heat spreads through my limbs with every piston. I want to touch every inch of him, memorize this exact moment and store it away forever.

All this time, I felt like I’m the only one needing him. To know that I have something to offer is…astonishing in its purity.

I know what I can give. I have so much that I’ve kept locked away.

“Char. I want to keep you,” he whispers. Then he pushes one slicked finger where I’ve never had anyone touch me before.

At first, I gasp.

But it isn’t uncomfortable.

It’s incredible.

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