Page 48 of Wild Horses

But this isn’t how I want to come, and certainly not before my girl. With a pained moan, I pull back, slipping free from Laramie’s mouth. There’s a thin string of spit still tethering my cock to her lips, and it takes all my willpower to keep from sinking deep into her throat and feeding her my cum.

“Bed.” It’s a grunt and all I can manage. Luckily, Laramie doesn’t need more.

We’re a flurry of teeth, lips, and hands as we bump our way from the shower to my bedroom. There’s no drying off, no stopping for towels, only hunger.

The only thing stopping me from sinking into her as soon as her back hits my mattress is that I don’t have a condom. “Shit.” I rise, stretching for my nightstand, but a small hand on my bicep stops me.

“I told you. Next time, I wanted you with nothing in between us. I had a full STI panel run as part of my workup after you and I slept together in December. It came back negative.” She chews on her plump bottom lip. “There hasn’t been anyone since, and I have an implant.”

“You’re going to make me lose it, saying shit like that.” I run my nose down the column of her throat and nip at the sensitive juncture where her neck meets her shoulder. Murmuring into her skin, I say, “I’ve never gone without a condom and last tested in November as part of my regular physical. I haven’t been with anyone since you either.”

The admission that neither of us found comfort from another partner during our time apart acts like a trigger, and our mouths crash together. It’s bruising, biting, rough, and raw. It’s clashing teeth, sharp nips, and soothing kisses.

I break away, ready to lick my way down her body, whenLaramie uses the considerable strength in her thighs to roll us, and much like our first night together, I find myself beneath her.

“If you wanted to be on top, sweetheart, you could have asked.”

“Not asking tonight, War. It’s my turn, and I need you to be a very good boy for me.” She licks her lips and smiles. “Is my throne ready?”

My eyebrows draw together. Her throne? It hits me as she begins a slow shift from my hips to my lower stomach and then higher.Her throne.

I pat my lips. “Hell yes. Get that pretty pussy up here and drown me in your honey.”

Kneeling above me, Laramie straddles my face, leaving me with a wide-open view of all her glory. Every bit of her, from her neatly trimmed patch of dark curls, to her clit peeking out from between her pink pussy lips, all the way to both her holes.

Heat radiates from her core, and I dive in, proffering myself to the magnificent creature above me. Laramie needs no guidance or encouragement as she fucks herself against my mouth and uses my nose to tease her clit.

My tongue delves into her pussy, fucking in and out of her before I suck one of her lips between mine. I savor the taste of her, that uniquelyLaramieflavor.

She moans and circles her hips as she rides my face, praise raining down on me along with her desire. “You’re doing so good. Making such a mess of me.”

She’s right. It’s sloppy and wet and perfect.

“God, War, I’m going to come. I’m so close. Be good for me and make me come with your tongue.”

Her appreciation nurtures some of the broken parts of me—the parts I lock away to avoid. It smooths out some of therough edges so those jagged bits are no longer stabbing me from the inside.

“Yes!” Laramie cries out as she loses herself in the throes of her climax. With one last whimper, she crumples onto the bed next to me, her chest rising and falling as she pants.

I can’t resist turning my face to the toned thigh next to my head and running my lips along her skin. “Feel good, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t answer, just sits up with a lascivious grin. I blink and Laramie is astride me like I’m her personal pony. Holding the base of my cock, she takes my entire length in one downward thrust.

We let out matching groans as I fill her to the brim. Being bare inside her is like nothing I can describe. It’s silk and heat and pressure, and I never want to leave.

Despite the fast start, Laramie sets a slow, sensual pace. Her hips circle and rock, and she guides my hands to her tits. I lose myself in her. The heat of her pussy, the clench of her muscles around my cock, the weight of her palm-sized breasts, and the pebbled tips of her nipples.

She picks up the tempo, riding me harder, faster. “Come for me, War. Fill my pussy up. I want to feel you. Hot and thick inside me.”

The dirty words spur me onward, the two of us sprinting toward our ends. Her face twists into a mask of ecstasy, and her inner muscles clamp around me. Despite wishing I could make this last longer, the tight flutters of her walls drag me over the edge, and I spend myself inside her.

I pull her to me and kiss all over her face, peppering her chin, lips, cheeks, and forehead. Our hearts thunder in concert, matching beat for beat. She smells like sex and my body wash. It feeds a possessive need I didn’t know I had. She’s mine. In this moment—and if I have my way, forever—she’s mine.

The past four days have been the best of my life. Each morning, I wake up with Laramie in my arms, her soft body pressed against mine. She’s charmed everyone she’s met, even Saul. Living here permanently isn’t in the cards for her—or me, to be honest. She’s got too much invested in her barrel racing career and her dad’s horse breeding business. Still, it’s nice to know we’d always be welcome.

Today, I’m up before the sun, thanks to a brain that won’t stop spinning. Tomorrow, she leaves for Pueblo, the next stop on the circuit, and I don’t know where that leaves us. I haven’t worked up the nerve to invite myself along, and Laramie hasn’t offered.

There’s no indication she’s scared or rethinking us, but part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s not about her leaving me back in Dallas; it’s about her not giving up her dreams and me not knowing what mine are—outside of her.

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