Page 21 of The Wrangler Takes a Wife

Chase returned to unbuttoning her dress. With the release of two more buttons, the dress was freed to slide down and off her hips. She slipped her fingers in the band at the waist of her black cotton panties. He considered stopping her, then thought better of it. As she shimmed out of her panties, he unbuttoned his shirt. His gaze locked on her nude form; its beauty struck him. He admired her curves, her soft skin, her breasts, her rounded hips, thick thighs and long, shapely legs. Amara didn’t shy away from his scrutiny.

“One of us is overdressed…” she informed him. “…and it isn’t me.”

“No, you’re naked and mouthy.”

Placing her hands on her hips. Amara informed him, “I’m sure you can find something to do about it.”

“On the bed,” Chase ordered. He was out of his briefs and pants quicker than even he thought was possible. His cock bobbed once freed from its confines. A stroke of his length reminded Chase that he had to prepare Amara for his girth before he could slide into her. His aim was always to pleasure. From her position on the bed, her greedy stare travelled over his body. Her eyes widened when they reached his cock.

“I don’t think…” she murmured, shaking her head. He walked over to the bed and stroked her leg.

“We will work. Trust me.” He tapped her legs, encouraging her to part them.

Chase took his time, making himself comfortable between her thighs. The smell of her arousal was stimulating. The scent was sweet and intoxicating. A heady mix of vanilla and musk filled the air. It was nothing compared to the taste of her essence. He gripped her thighs, holding them apart as he used his tongue to pleasure her. With cries of encouragement ringing out, her hands delved into his hair. The thought of teasing her materialised but was dismissed quickly. Chase wanted to feel her warmth squeezing his length. Doubling his efforts, he coaxed her pearl from its hood. Passionately sucking the bundle of nerves, Chase drove her to release. Her essence bathed his tongue. He attempted to capture every drop until she begged him to stop.

“Please, enough.”

With a final kiss, to her mound, he drew himself up, positioning his cock at her entrance.

“Birth control?” Chase inquired.

“Huh?” Amara was dazed.

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.”

“I’m clean, last checkup was three months ago.”

“Me too. All clear, I mean.”

“Good.” He shared her taste with her in a passionate kiss as he eased his length into her pussy. His groan was guttural asthe tightness of her warm walls engulfed his head. “Fuck.” He murmured. Amara felt better than he imagined.

He stayed still, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of him. She gripped her comforter tightly while measuring her breaths.

“You good?” he asked.

“Mm, yeah.”

Uncertain if it was a reflex, or she did it intentionally, Chase shut his eyes at the sensation of her walls squeezing him. He pressed his forehead to hers and stroked inside. The need to bring her pleasure was the only tether to his control. Her sigh fanned his face. Her hands caressed his back. “So good,” he groaned.

Cupping her breast, he teased her nipples. Her moans guided him in applying just the right amount of pressure.

“Don’t stop, Wrangler.”

Chase stopped mid stroke, his eyes flying open. Amara always called him Wrangler. It never bothered him before… but now he wouldn’t bear it.

Her eyes opened, and she looked at him, bewildered. The ‘what the fuck?’ was evident in her stare. “When I’m inside you. Filling you. You say my name.”

“Wrangler, don’t be?—”

“Wrangler isn’t my name.” He growled. “Say it.”

“Chase,” she said above a whisper.

It was enough. The sound of his name leaving her lips had a bigger effect on him than he expected. When he acted on his urge, he had no idea how connected to her it would makehim feel. Moving his hips, he resumed stroking into her. He was attuned to her every reaction. Amara was so responsive, returning his every thrust. They moved as one. The sounds of their passion synched. Their connection was like nothing he had ever felt before. He chased the foreign feeling. His strokes became faster and deeper.

“Amara,” he cried as his release slammed into him. She followed close behind. Chase moved, so he didn’t collapse onto her. He pulled her to his side and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

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