Page 87 of Lassoed Love

“I need you,” I cry out. My nails find his hands, pressing down on my thighs, and I run them up his arms. “Please, Xav I—” I moan, drawing in a breath, despite everything feeling so tight. I don’t even get my words out, because in an instant he slams into me, right to the hilt. I cry out, and groans rumble from deep within his chest.

I’ve never had sex without a condom, and this is just insane. So fucking incredible. I’ve never felt anything so smooth, no barrier between us, just the two of us. He moves in and out smoothly, and I whimper at the sensation of being full—so fucking full.

“Isla,” he stammers, “this… feels… fucking incredible,” his voice strained, low and husky.

I know. I feel it, too.

But with the way his hips move in and out of me, the way his hands grip my thighs, pushing me down further into the bed, the way he moves his hand to rub at my clit with his thumb—I’m rendered fucking speechless. I’m at a loss for words. Yeah, we’ve fucked around before, but this—I am never having sex with a condom. Ever.Again.

I can feel my body start to tremble, that familiar sensation building up deep in my core, sending chills throughout my body. But then it fades.

Xavier pulls out of me abruptly. “On all fours, now,” he growls, and grabs me by my hips, twisting me so I’m resting on my elbows, my ass up in the air. His hand comes down on my ass, and a loud crack whips through the air, breaking the silence—apart from ourheavy breathing.

I moan, loudly. He does it again, smacking the other cheek with the same ferocity. Gripping me by the hips, he positions himself at my entrance. “I’m going to fuck youhardnow, Isla.

“Tell me you’re ready,” he says as he leans forward over my back and murmurs in my ear, “Don’t hold back for me baby. I wanna hear you loud and clear, okay?”

“Yes,yes.” I whimper, and he doesn’t hold back. In a second, he’s slamming back into me, his thighs slapping against mine, and I drop face down onto my elbows.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans, and the fullness causes my orgasm to start building again. At this moment, my body doesn’t even belong to me—it’s all his.

Xavier falls into a more relentless pace, fucking me so hard, my body jolts forward with each movement. His strokes are deep. Relentless. I push back against him with each thrust, and we both groan.

“I’m almost there, Xav,” I manage as I arch my back more, my tits grazing the bed from the momentum, adding in extra friction that sends tingles down to my core.

“Yes,” he groans. “Come all over my cock, Isla.” He grabs hold of my hair, twisting it in his hold, pulling my head back. He leans forward over me, capturing my lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth, and I whimper with need.

I feel it, then. The intense waves radiating from where Xavier is driving into me. I can feel my pussy spasm, gripping him tighter like avice, and when he slides his hand underneath me, his fingers grazing my clit, I explode. Chanting his name over and over as I come, his ferocious thrusts tearing me apart at the seams.

“Fuuuck,”his voice is thick as he moans, and I continue to push against him—riding out the waves of my orgasm. “I’m going to come,fuck.”

“Yes, Xav. Come inside me,” I moan, and his movements never falter. I don’t know how, but his thrusts become harder—his body slapping against mine as he fucks me so hard. Xavier lets out a deep growl as he comes, instantly filling me up inside. I feel a gush of warmth spreading within me, and his warm cum starts to leak down my thighs. Xavier’s movements become slower, his breathing turns deeper as he tries to regain his composure.

He leans forward, pressing kisses at the nape of my neck, trailing them down my spine. I feel complete, whole. In this moment, one thing is crystal clear—I don’t want whatever this is between us to end.

And later that night, after many rounds of intense orgasms leaving me quivering and limp, there is an undeniable connection that’s lit a fire within me.

And I’m not ready to let it burn out.

35

“Alright, folks! Who’s ready for a BBQ feast?” Harrison’s voice booms with infectious enthusiasm, a twinkle in his eye as he brandishes a pair of tongs. “Let’s turn this place into a carnivore’s paradise!”

Michael can’t help but let out a dramatic groan, and I roll my eyes at Harrison, who’s standing on the porch, clapping the tongs together like some barbecue maestro. The man’s enthusiasm for grilling is unmatched.

Harrison and Michael, true to their word, have organised a barbecue at my farm. The lingering vibes from last night's chaotic events have given way to a more relaxed setting.

The familiar group from the bar is now gathered around a small bonfire near the back porch of my farmhouse. The time is around 5 pm, and the sun is gracefully making its descent, casting a warm glow on the surroundings. A gentle breeze has picked up, a common occurrence in the bush at this time. Days are scorching, but the evenings bring a welcome coolness.

I find myself at the barbecue with Harrison and Michael, tendingto the grill and enjoying the laid-back atmosphere. The rest of the gang—Bradley, Liv, Imogen, and Isla—along with my mum, are settled around the bonfire. Laughter and chatter fill the air as everyone unwinds and enjoys the camaraderie.

About twenty minutes later, the aroma of the freshly grilled and smoked meats wafts through the air, signalling that the feast is ready. Harrison, ever the showman, calls everyone to gather around the outdoor table.

The table is laden with an assortment of meats, from perfectly grilled burgers to succulent smoked ribs. Side dishes and condiments complete the spread. We all take our seats, and a comfortable silence settles over the group as we dig into the delicious offerings.

Isla, in the midst of the festivities, moves to sit beside me. With a wink, I pull out the chair for her, a small gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed. My mum catches the exchange and shoots me a warm, knowing smile.

As the night unfolds, Bradley stands up, raising his glass high for a toast.

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