Page 13 of Rugged

My gaze flicked up to hers from her tits. “Damn. Are you really not sure how insanely hot you are? Let’s get you bare, so I can see all of you.”

Her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as we worked together to get her out of the rest of her clothes.

“Oh.” Her laugh was breathy as we fought with getting her jeans over one foot.

“Oh damn.” I shook my head like something was wrong.

“What?”

“You are too perfect.” Full breasts, lush curves, neatly trimmed pussy–that I was nowveryacquainted with. She was better than perfect.

She smiled. Yeah, she liked that praise. I would give it to her every day from now on.

She reached for the button on my jeans and opened it. “My sister’s the hot one. I guess I kinda always felt plain in comparison.”

I shook my head, kneeling before her, giving her free rein of getting to my dick. I ran a fingertip around hernipple, tracing the skin. Silky soft. Warm.Mine.“No one is hotter than you.No one.”

Her skin darkened further with a blush. She unzipped my jeans and shoved them down my hips enough for my cock to spring free. “You’re pretty hot, yourself, cowboy.” She laughed as I knelt over her, one hand by her head, blocking out everything, so all she could see was me. “That’s what I called you in my head before you introduced yourself. Hot Cowboy.”

I rumbled, sliding my hand behind her nape to lift her mouth to mine. “I’ll be your hot cowboy, baby. Anytime you want.” I went in for a kiss, stroking my lips across hers just once before I parted them with my tongue.

She found my cock again and gripped the base. My balls tightened, and I groaned against her mouth.

Fuck, I was so hot for this female I was gonna come before we even got started. Especially since I had her taste on my tongue, and the way she looked when she came burned in my brain.

“Listen.” I pushed her back onto the bed and followed, taking her mouth again. When I broke the kiss, I said, “I don’t want you to think this is normal for me. Having a condom in my wallet. Hopping in bed with a woman within minutes of meeting.”

Fine, I fucked. I wasn’t indiscriminate, but it had never meant anything before. Sex was approacheddifferently for shifters. Or it had been for me. Until now. Now, in a matter of an hour, it meant everything. I’d only ever have it with Lyssa ever again. It was crucial she knew that this meant something to me. That she was different.

She parted her legs, and my hips dropped into the cradle between them. My bare cock slid over her damp sex, and I nearly came again. Because I suddenly wanted to thrust into her. Bare. I didn’t get STDs, but humans had conversations about protection for that. Pregnancy, too.

My dick spurted pre-cum at the thought of her pregnant with our pup.

Patience. I had to have fucking patience. I could use a condom, protect Lyssa. Let her know I thought of her safety and needs in all things.

“Me neither,” she admitted.

I kissed along her collarbone, promised myself I’d count and lick every freckle she had later. “I’m not a player,” I added. “I just felt a genuine connection the minute I met you.”

Like a permanent, fated bond.

I cupped her breast. “This pretty thing and her twin are makin’ it hard for me to think.” I brought my tongue to one nipple and swirled around the dark brown areola.

Her eyes flared wide for a moment, then she laughed. Her fingers buried in my hair. “Don’t think. Just suck.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I agreed. I licked and sucked her nipple into a stiff peak, then switched to give the other one the same attention. The whole time, my cock throbbed, balls blue and aching. Pre-cum leaked onto the covers between her legs.

“Tell me three things about you.” I kissed down the soft plane of her belly, stopping to swirl my tongue in her belly button, then moved lower.

“Three things?” Her voice rose in pitch like she wasn’t used to having the attention turned on her.

I teased the tip of my tongue between her labia, directly above her clit, without making contact with it. “Three things, and then I’ll make you scream.”

She wriggled beneath me, trying to get closer to my mouth. “Three things,” she panted. “Um, okay… I have a sister.”

“Doesn’t count. I already knew that.” I kissed the apex of her slit and teased the opening once more with the tip of my tongue. I couldn’t get enough.

She let out a little warbling breath. “I, um, suck at making cookies.” She giggled.

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