Page 81 of Live for Me

This was wrong.

She thought she was still sleeping.

My wildflower whimpered against me. “Kiss me, Beau. Kiss me like you do every night. Make me forget.”

With a low growl in my throat, my arm banded around her back, pressing her upper body against mine. I could feel her soft tits underneath her thin shirt against my chest, and it nearly pushed me over the edge. “Abbie, baby, look at me,” I ordered roughly.

She pulled back, her eyes filled with confusion, her brows creasing together. “You don’t want me?”

Her question was the last straw, breaking the final cord of my restraint. “Oh, I want you, and this isn’t a goddamn dream,” I growled just before I crashed my lips to hers. She whimpered against me, kissing me back without question.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Goddamn fuck.

A low sound thundered in my chest as I pulled off her blankets and climbed on top of her, falling between her spread legs. She gasped as I flexed my hips, pressing the hard bulge in the front of my jeans against her warm, panty-covered core. My tongue traced her bottom lip, greedy and eager for more of her. Both of her hands shot into my hair, pulling it, the pain shooting straight to my dick.

“Beau,” she gasped again as I moved my hips. I didn’t have control anymore. I was ready to fuck her right here and now. We could worry about the other bullshit later.

“You know how long it’s been?” I rasped against her mouth, scraping my teeth along her bottom lip. “Haven’t been with anyone either, Abbie. That little piece of heaven between your legs is the only cunt I’ll ever want.”

Another moan left her before I kissed her again, my tongue diving into her mouth, rediscovering her taste all over again.

Those long legs wrapped around me then, and I pulled back to look at her, both my hands planted on either side of my head. Her brown eyes were wild now, her lips swollen from my kiss, her core wet and warm against me. She bit her bottom lip as her hands slid down the back of my neck, over my shoulders, down my chest before trailing over my abs, making them constrict. I ground my hips against her again, watching her eyelids flutter.

“You feel so good on top of me,” she rasped, arching her back. “God, I missed it, your weight pinning me down.”

In a flash, I had both of her wrists clamped together in a single hand, pinning them above her face, both of us falling into the roles that provided us hours of endless fucking pleasure.

I leaned down, trailing my lips over her cheek, down to her jaw, kissing the soft curve of it before brushing them against the shell of her ear. “Your hand not good enough for you, Wildflower? Need a cowboy holding you down to come, hmm?” I moved against her, my hips remembering the tempo to drive her mad.

“Yes,” she moaned, humping me back.

That was the thing about my girl. She was as wild as they came, fierce and strong, but in the bedroom, she wanted to be used—dominated.

My cock was pressed against my zipper, begging to be unleashed, to be buried in the only cunt he’d ever known. I grunted and growled into her ear as our bodies moved in a heated frenzy, both of us chasing pleasure long forgotten. I rose up over her, hips still moving, and gripped her jaw with my free hand, forcing her to hold my eyes. “This feel like a fuckin’ dream, baby?”

Her eyes rolled back, her thighs shaking at my hips, and a cruel smile spread across my face. I clicked my tongue, satisfaction humming in my veins. “Dreams don’t feel this good,do they?” I taunted, pulling my hand from her jaw and shoving it between us.

Christ, her panties were soaked.

I pulled my hips back, looking down to find a dark spot in the front of my jeans in the moonlight.

“T-touch me,” she begged, straining against my hold. “Please, God, touch me.”

“Name’s not God, baby,” I murmured gruffly, watching my fingers pull the thin piece of wet silk to the side, finding nothing but beauty underneath. Her pussy was glistening in the moonlight, pink and swollen, ready for me and only me. I’d never forgotten the beauty of it, but fuck, if this didn’t feel like our first time all over again.

My mouth watered, my gaze locking on her little clit, and I wanted nothing more than to latch onto it. I wanted to eat her until she was screaming, begging for mercy, until the only thing she would be able to remember was the feel of my tongue.

None of that could happen until she gave in to me.

“You know what to say to get what you want, Abbie.”

She was quiet, and when I looked back up to her, her chest was heaving. “Beau—”

“You want to come?” I clipped. “You want me to make you feel good?”

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