Page 85 of Burn the Wild

Without taking my gaze off her, my hands run along her creamy skin. Thighs. Hips. Throat. “I’m gonna break you, baby. But in the best kind of way.”

She arches her back as my palms slide beneath her tank top. Her mouth parts in a perfectO. I yank her tank top down, exposing full, beautiful breasts and perky, pink nipples.

I edge back, taking her in, and stop breathing. She’s always stunning, but she’s absolutely breathtaking in my garage, half-naked, with nothing between us.

Perfect in every fucking way.

“Christ,” I mutter, my eyes drinking in every soft curve. “Baby, your tits look so fucking good.”

She writhes against me. Her hand goes to my jeans, cupping my erection, eager and anxious.

It makes me chuckle. Makes me hard as hell.

I dip my head and close my mouth over one pink nipple. Reese goes limp in my arms, her nails digging into the meat of my shoulder. She presses herself closer, plumping her breast in my mouth. Gently, I bite her nipple, and she releases a half-cry, half-moan.

I slide off her shorts and panties, her flawless body glowing in the soft lights of the garage. Blood surges to my cock. She’s all golden curves and wild, unraveled hair. She’s never looked more beautiful. I’m ruined. Absolutely ruined.

“Turn around,” I order.

Reese nods, her eyes glued to my face, then complies with my demand.

I grin, about to deliver on what I promised her.

I pin her bangled wrists in one hand and let my other hand fly, smacking her ass. Reese gasps and arches up on her toes. Eyes fluttering shut, she dips forward against the Chevy, releasing a small moan.

Ass still up.

Goddamn.

The realization sends a hot rush of blood to my cock. She likes it.

I spank her again, reddening that silky ass of hers and drawing another cry from her lips. “Be a good girl and take it.”

Her chest rises and falls. A feline smile curves her lips as she glances over her shoulder and husks, “Who says I’m good?”

Fuck me.

My cock punches against the zipper of my jeans.

One more bite of my palm against her bare ass, and I turn her to face me.

“I’m going to fuck you like a cowboy, honey. Treat you like a princess.” Her eyes are green orbs in the hazy light of the garage. “But first, let me touch you.”

Panting, she spreads her trembling legs.

I drop my hand and fit two fingers inside of her, watching the way her stomach sucks in, the little shivers that run through her.

So goddamn wet. Drenched.

“Birdie Girl,” I hum. “You feel as good as you look.”

She sucks me in deeper, vise-like. My fingers worship her. The scent of her arousal whips through the air, driving me insane. Feral.

“Ford.” A sob falls from her mouth.

She’s a wild little thing in my arms, writhing like she’s never had a good fuck. Which I intend to rectify. When she leaves thisranch, there will be no doubt in her pretty little head about who fucked her the best. She’ll never forget this cowboy.

“I know, baby. I know.” I settle my hips against hers, driving my hard-on against her bare pussy. I graze my mouth against hers. “It aches, doesn’t it?”

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