Page 88 of Stables

Chapter 23

Char

Never. Ever. Did Iin a million years think it would be like this.

This man knows how to play my body as his own personal musical instrument.

Those fucking hands. That tongue.

I’ll give him as many babies as he wants.

I’m spent, a noodle, and yet wanting him to take me to whatever heights he’s chosen for me.

His shoulders move higher, letting my legs slip to his waist. Each stroke of his tongue is followed with a tiny nip, sending a miniature jolt of electricity through me.

When his hot mouth closes over one of my painfully sensitive nipples, it’s as if he’s holding a branding iron against my chest, but it’s sweet agony with each roll of his teeth.

“Please.” I can’t control the words that spill out of me when his lips move to my neck. “Make me yours.”

Give me purpose.

A meaning to my life.

Make me whole again.

I’m begging.

His low growl vibrates through me before his whiskers tickle against my ear. “You are mine.” The declaration washes through me, warming me from the inside, filling me with such raw emotion I feel like my chest will explode.

Then I feel it.

The broad tip of his granite cock pressing against the slick hollow of my pussy.

I’ve seen it.

There’s no way.

His massive body curls over me, and he tangles his thick fingers into my hair. Tugging my chin up, his lips find mine in a crushing kiss as his hips begin to move.

When the meaty head works inside, I feel like I’m being stretched apart.

My nails dig into his ribs. I want him, but I’m also scared.

“Dixon,” I whisper against his mouth. “You’re too big.”

His dark eyes meet mine and a smile ticks up his mustache. “I know you can take it. I might be large, but I’m not as big as a baby.” His hot breath pours over my throat before he tugs at my ear with his teeth. “Now, just relax and let me put another one in you.”

He grips my knee and brings it up to my chest, spreading me wider.

With steady strokes, he sinks deeper. The stretching ache starts to fade into a knot of pressure when the stiff ridges of his cock kneads me from the inside.

“See? You’re taking me so—” He curls his ass, thrusting until his belly meets mine. “—fucking good.”

He’s going to rip me in two.

And I love it.

All I can feel is him. Every inch of me is smothered, caressed, searing with his touch.

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