Page 115 of Wyatt

Goddamn, the way this woman cares. She sure as hell ain’t afraid of letting someone close. Letting me in.

She’s the one who’s got faith.

She has it in spades. Despite my reputation. Despite the fact that our lives are heading in opposite directions.

Despite all that, she’s baring her heart to me tonight.

A feeling of sweetness fills me. My kiss becomes messy. I’m losing control, my balls contracting. My strokes become uneven. They’re shallow, then deep. Slow, then fast.

I bury my face in her neck.You wreck me.

She digs a hand into my hair in reply, her touch soothing as her fingers work slow circles across my nape.You’re okay.

I curse.

I moan.

The release slams into me with the ferocity of a hurricane. I’m vaguely aware of the sounds I make through gritted teeth as pulse after pulse of vicious sensation grips me. I feel myself filling her, feel the hot drip of my cum.

I’m helpless. Boneless. Instead of fighting that, instead of trying to find my way back to a sense of control, I surrender.

All the while, Sally encourages that surrender, kissing me. Her hands are achingly gentle on my face. Her thumbs skate over my cheekbones, her pinkies tucked in the underside of my jaw in a show of steadiness I didn’t know I was desperate for.

When I’m finally able to breathe again, I lift my head. That’s when I realize I’ve settled most, if not all, of my weight on Sally.

“Shit, Sunshine. I’m sorry.”

I try to lift myself up, but she immediately grabs my sides and pulls me back onto her.

“You’re so warm,” she replies, kissing my collarbone.

“And heavy.”

She smiles, her big, beautiful, sated eyes flicking to meetmine. “I’m still breathing, aren’t I? Your heavy doesn’t hurt me.”

I scoff, shifting a little as an excuse to look away. I’m worried I’ll tell her I love her if she keeps looking at me like that. I’m not scared to say the words. Wait, that’s a lie. I’m scared shitless to draw that line in the sand. But I gotta come clean anyway.

I’m gonna come clean. I just don’t wanna do it while I’m still inside her. Seems like a cop-out to admit such a monumental thing when we’re both still mindless with lust.

So I kiss her neck and ask, “How do you feel?”

She presses her lips to my forehead. “I feel like I wanna do that again, Blond Bear Cowboy. And again.”

I laugh, light flooding my chest. “How many more times exactly?”

“At least fifty…five thousand.”

“You owe me fifty bucks, by the way.” I look up at her. I have to.

She’s smiling at me, lips swollen, cheeks bright pink.

“Remember our bet?”

She chuckles. “Holy shit, I forgot about that.”

“I did just fuck your brains out.”

“Terribleline.” She gives me a shove, but she’s still chuckling. “Do it again?”

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