Page 64 of Whiskey and Wildfire

His calloused hands roamed over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I ran my fingers through his silky dark hair, reveling in its softness. Dakota’s quiet nature melted away as he kissed along my neck, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

The scent of hay and leather clung to his sun-bronzed skin. As I breathed him in, images of windswept prairies and endless skies filled my mind. Outside the thunderstorm raged, heavy rain pelting the window and drowning out my moans. A bright flash of lightning filled the room, and I saw those dark eyes staring down at me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my collarbone, his deep voice rumbling through me alongside the thunder.

I pulled back to gaze into his soulful brown eyes, seeing flickers of vulnerability beneath his usual guarded expression. Now that we’d told each other how we felt and laid our hearts out on the table, I felt as if we were closer than ever. He knew I loved him. And I knew he loved me. There was nothing else to hold us back.

Dakota’s hands trembled slightly as he caressed my face, his touch as gentle as a summer breeze. I could sense the weight of his past, the burden he carried, melting away in the heat between us. His lips found mine again, more insistent this time, as if he was trying to pour all of his unspoken emotions into that kiss.

I arched into him, my body molding against his muscular frame. The rough fabric of his denim shirt scraped against my skin as I worked to unbutton it, desperate to feel more of him. Dakota helped, shrugging it off his broad shoulders before returning his attention to me.

His kisses trailed lower, leaving a blazing path down my neck and across my collarbone. I gasped as his teeth grazed a sensitive nipple, my fingers tightening in his hair. The storm outside seemed to mirror the passion building between us, each crack of thunder echoing the pounding of my heart. Dakota’s hands explored every curve and angle of my body, his touch both reverent and hungry.

I fumbled with the buckle of his belt, my fingers clumsy with hunger. He chuckled softly, a rare sound that sent shivers down my spine. With practiced ease, he removed the rest of our clothing until there was nothing between us but heated skin and throbbing cocks grinding against one another.

Dakota’s lips found mine again, his kiss deep and passionate. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the earthy scent of his skin. His hands roamed lower, caressing my thighs and drawing them apart. I gasped as he took my cock in his hand, gently stroking me with a featherlight touch.

“F-Fuck…” I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me.

With a glimmer in his eye, Dakota pulled away from my lips and ducked down between my legs. I let out another moan, throwing my arm over my mouth to stifle the noise as his hot wet tongue licked a stripe up the bottom of my shaft.

Dakota took me into his mouth, his lips wrapping around my length as he began to suck with slow, deliberate motions. I writhed beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensation of his skilled tongue swirling around my tip. My fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him as he bobbed his head, taking me deeper with each pass.

The storm outside intensified, rain lashing against the windows as if nature itself was swept up in our passion. Another flash of lightning illuminated Dakota’s face, his eyes locked on mine as he pleasured me. The sight of this strong, stoic cowboy between my legs, his usual reserve melted away by desire, nearly pushed me over the edge.

“Wait,” I gasped, tugging gently at his hair. “I… I want you to fuck me.”

Dakota released me with a soft pop, crawling back up my body to capture my lips in yet another searing kiss. His cock throbbing insistently against my thigh, hot and heavy. I reached down to stroke him, feeling him pulse in my hand. Fuck he was thick.

“Are you sure?” Dakota whispered, his voice thick with desire but tinged with concern. “It’s been a crazy day?—”

I reached up, pressing my hand over his mouth before he could finish. “Never ask me if it’s okay again,” I said, staring him directly in the eye. “You can have me whenever you want me. I don’t even care if you fuck me awake every morning or fuck me to sleep each night. Hell, do both.” I pulled my hand away, never breaking eye contact. “I love you Dakota Parker, and I give myself to you anytime you want me.”

He stared at me for a long moment before he crashed against me once more, his tongue swirling around my own. “I love you too, Logan,” he managed to say between kisses.

I felt all the tension in him come unwound all at once as his hands explored my body. His cock throbbed against my own,pre-cum leaking from his tip and smearing between us blissfully. I supposed my words were exactly the sort of thing he wanted to hear. And I meant every single one of them.

Dakota’s hands trembled as he reached for the nightstand, fumbling for a moment before retrieving a small bottle of lube. He poured some onto his fingers, warming it between them before returning his attention to me. His touch was gentle as he circled my entrance, teasing and exploring.

His free hand caressed my inner thigh as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the thick blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me with gentle pressure. My breath hitched in anticipation as he slowly pushed forward, stretching me open.

I gasped at the initial burn, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders. Dakota paused, his forehead resting against mine as he gave me time to adjust. His dark eyes searched my face, silently asking if I was okay. I nodded, urging him on with a roll of my hips. He was thick and he knew it, but I wasn’t a quitter. Besides, the more we practiced, the easier it would get. If I was going to love this man day and night, my body had to be willing to put in the work.

Inch by inch, he sank deeper into me until he was fully sheathed. His cock pulse gloriously against my prostate, filling me from head to toe with waves of pleasure. We both groaned at the sensation, overwhelmed by the intense connection. Dakota began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first. Each roll of his hips sent sparks of bliss coursing through my body.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper with each thrust. The storm outside seemed to match our rhythm, thunder crashing in time with our movements. Dakota’s lips found mine again, swallowing my moans as he picked up the pace.

His strong hands gripped my hips, angling me just right so that his cock hit my prostate with every thrust. I cried out in delight, my back arching off the bed. Dakota’s usual stoic demeanor had completely melted away, replaced by raw passion and need.

“Logan,” he groaned, his voice so low I could barely hear him over the storm. “You feel so good.”

I could only whimper in response, lost in the sensations overwhelming my body. Dakota’s muscular form moved above me, his tanned skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I ran my hands over his broad chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath my palm. The intensity of our connection was almost overwhelming, far beyond just the physical pleasure.

Dakota’s thrusts grew more urgent, his breathing ragged against my neck. I could feel the tension building in his body, muscles coiling tight as he neared his peak. My own release was rapidly approaching, pressure building low in my abdomen.

“I’m close,” I gasped, clinging to him desperately.

Dakota slipped a hand between us, wrapping his fingers around my throbbing cock. He stroked me in time with his thrusts, sending jolts of ecstasy through my entire body. The dual stimulation was too much to bear.

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