Page 90 of Lassoed Love

Amelia smiles, her eyes lighting up. “Today with kindy, we had finger painting. Let me tell you, it’s both adorableandchaotic. I left with a bloody rainbow on my face. I had to go home and scrub my face,” she huffs with a smile.

“How’s work at the clinic going, Isla?” Amelia asks.

Isla takes a sip of her drink before responding. “Slow, but there’s never a dull moment with our two fur babies, Henry and Luna,” she says with a smile. I can’t help but smile at her.

Olivia then chimes in, “Aww, youhaveto tell us more about them.”

Isla smiles, her eyes lighting up. “Henry, our little Italian Greyhound, is a bundle of fun and curiosity.” She chuckles, fondness evident in her voice. “Always getting into some mischief, that one. Poor thing can't move as much as he'd probably like, though—he has a bad hip.

“And Luna, she’s our most recent addition—an Australian Kelpie—she’s a bit more timid, still getting her bearings around other people.” Isla pauses, her expression softening at the memory. “I found her stranded on the side of the road.”

Olivia’s eyes widen. “Stop, omg. What happened?”

“I have no idea. She was just there, looking so helpless and starved. I couldn’t leave her there, so I brought her in.”

Amelia tilts her head, concerned. “Have you found homes for them yet?”

Isla shakes her head, frustration evident in herexpression. “No, and that’s the odd part. We’ve been trying, but it seems like no one wants to adopt them. It breaks my heart.”

As Isla shares the story, I can’t help but feel a twinge of remorse for the dogs. Animals have always held a special place in my heart, and the thought of them not having a home stirs something inside me, making me feel uneasy.

“Hopefully someone adopts the little babies soon,” Amelia says, with hope in her eyes. Isla nods in agreement. The group continues their conversations, laughter blending with the warm night air. My gaze never strays far from Isla, arousal flooding deep down as I take her in. I’ll never get tired of the sight of her—she’s fucking beautiful, so beautiful. I just want to keep her all to myself—for the rest of my life.

She senses my gaze and subtly nods toward the direction behind us, where the farmhouse stands with the barn just beside it. I get the message; she wants to be alone, and so do I. I have to kiss her. The realisation makes me feel like some pathetic simp—and I’ve never been one to cling to another, but I can’t deny the craving for her touch.

Isla announces the need to head inside to the bathroom. I take the welcomed invitation and declare, “I’ll walk you.”

To my left, Michael mutters, “Bathroom my ass,” and the rest of the group laughs. I shoot him a glare as both Isla and I rise.

I walk her toward the house, stealing a glance back to make sure the group isn’t watching. They’ve resumed their conversations, oblivious to our departure. My hand finds hers, and I pull her toward thebarn. Thankfully, the door is already open. The anticipation builds with every step, the desire to be alone with her overpowering any other thought.

As I pull Isla into the barn, the atmosphere thick with anticipation, she doesn’t have a chance to say anything. I grab her, pulling her toward me with an urgency that surprises even me. Without hesitation, I crush my lips onto hers. She whimpers at the sudden contact, but it’s not a protest. It’s a shared desire, an unspoken agreement. The world outside the barn seems to fade away as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment. Every touch, every kiss, is an affirmation of the craving we’ve both been feeling.

Her tongue melds with mine as I deepen the kiss. I slide my hands down to her delectable ass, and grip it hard, pulling her up against me so she’s standing on her tippy toes. I don’t know how long we stand there kissing, but it feels as if time has frozen and it’s just her and I. Lost in a battle between tongues, lips and groans. I break the kiss, releasing my firm hold on her as I murmur, “Fuck, I’ve been dying to kiss you since we cut my cake. I’ve fucking craved it.”

She groans, a blush forming on her face. “Me, too,” she murmurs back, looking up at me as she continues, “But I wanted to do this more.”

She cups my bulge, now evident through my jeans, and before I can say anything, she’s dropping to her knees in front of me, unbuckling my pants.Fuuuck.

I’m now on my knees in front of Xavier, a surge of raw hunger in my eyes as I unbuckle his pants. The desire to give him something special for his birthday has been on my mind since I got here. Every touch, every move, is an embodiment of the longing that's been building between us.

Glancing up at him, a deep rumble escapes his chest as he growls. He caresses my cheek, his touch lingering on my jaw before his thumb swipes over my lip.

“Fuck, baby. You, on your knees, for me. It’s a sight I’ll never fucking get over,” he murmurs low, his husky voice sending tingles down to my core. I shudder as I reach inside his briefs and pull his cock out. He’s so hard and just so velvety soft at the same time. He’s so big that I can’t wrap my fingers entirely around his girth. I’ll never tire at the sight of him, so big—just allman.

I squeeze him in my fist, applying the pressure that I know he loves as I move my hand up and down his shaft. I pump him from tip to base before leaning forward to take him into my mouth entirely—there’s no hesitation now, no uncertainty or timidity. I suck on his tip, lapping at the precum seeping out of him and hegroans—losing his hands in my hair as he grips my scalp.

There is nothing that can compare to how Xavier looks right now. His head is tilted back, the thick column of neck exposed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

I take him into the back of my throat and suck hard, creating a suction with my mouth—just how I know he likes it. It’s moments like this that I praise myself for not having a gag reflex.

“Fuck yes, princess. Deepthroat my cock, just like that,” he growls.

I continue to bob my head, taking him all the way to the back of my throat before moving back to the tip, pulling my mouth free—a string of saliva connecting us. It’s so fucking dirty, erotic, and unbelievably sexy.

“Fuuuck… don’t think I’m gonna last long,” his grip in my hair tightens. “You take my cock so well down that pretty little mouth.” I whimper at his dirty words, them only spurring me on.

I hum around his cock, not letting myself up for air as I move quickly, now working him with both my hands pumping him and as I suck. I alternate between twisting my hand around him whilst sucking on his tip before deep throating him. He has both hands in my hair now, his breathing becoming ragged, more shallow.

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