Page 8 of Wrangle Me

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper, voice barely audible over the thud of my own heartbeat.

But Callum doesn’t move. “You have me. You have all of me, and I would wait a lifetime to be with you.” He pulls away, searching my eyes with his. He’s waiting. Giving me space to change my mind. But I don’t want space. Not with him. Not now.

“Please, I’m sure.” I take his hand and slip it back underneath my jeans and then rock against him, desperate for more friction.

Our eyes meet again. This time, his eyes go dark and molten. In the next second, his mouth is on mine again. His kiss is hotter, deeper, and more urgent. One hand cradles the back of my head while the other slides up my ribcage. His movements are intentional and controlled enough to make me ache.

CHAPTER 7

CALLUM

Her perfectly untouchedbody makes my mouth water. I’m close enough to ruin her. For a split second, I hesitate. But the way she tugs at me and pleads for me to keep going makes it impossible to stop... So I don’t.

My pulse kicks up hard and my dick throbs inside of my jeans. My ache for her is visceral. If I’m going to be the man who worships her body for the first time, I’m going to do this the right way.

I slow things down, gently pressing her back into the hay. Then I slide my hands beneath her black shirt and trace the outline of the curves on her stomach. I savor the smooth glide of her skin under my fingertips and the way it ripples up in response to my touch as I make my way to the clasp of her bra.

When I remove it, two perky breasts spring up. I walk my fingers gently over them and draw small, teasing circles that make her body tremble with anticipation. I run the flat of my tongue over one tight, needy nipple. Then slip the tight eraser bud into my mouth, suckling at her and reveling in the gasp that escapes her lips.

It takes me no time at all to get her pants off. When I do, Maisie’s cheeks flush that pretty pink I’ve come to crave. I watchas it crawls down her neck. Her lips curve in a soft smile that wrecks me in the best way. She’s more beautiful than ever, and she’s mine.

I slip a hand between her legs and run my fingers along the length of her slit. I pin Maisie’s wrists to the hay beneath us. She tenses for a beat. But then a soft moan escapes her lips. I can tell she’s hungry for more. So I keep her there, working on her until her body relaxes. Her hips buck into my touch, and she chases the high I’ve been building.

Seeing Maisie laid out beneath me makes it hard to stay in control. She’s flushed and wide-eyed, her soft curves waiting and it makes my cock twitch with anticipation. I can’t resist for another minute.

My manhood can’t get much more swollen by the time I reduce my pants to nothing more than a pile in the corner of the barn. I crawl on top of her and settle between her thighs as I line myself up with her opening.

She reaches between us and wraps her fingers around my length, guiding me towards her. I feel her grip buzz and tingle through every muscle in my body. Maisie presses her slick heat against my firm length. Then she grinds against me until the tip catches between her folds, and a groan slips out of me.

I cage her beneath me. Every muscle in my body is tight with restraint. Then I slide my tip inside of her. It’s slow and steady at first. I give her time to stretch and settle around me until Maisie bucks up and pushes it deeper. Maisie gasps as I growl into her ear. I hold still, stabilizing her through the intensity.

She’s unbelievably tight, but her walls stretch around me, and she softens. Eventually, her thighs fall open even further as she takes in every inch of me. Every squeeze, every flutter of her walls around my length threatens to undo me. But I hold steady and watch her face.

Her eyes flutter closed, and her lips part with a whimper of pleasure. It’s a breathtaking sight. I thrust deeper, feeling the slick heat of her wrapped around me. Pressure builds in me as I rock into Maisie, gradually picking up the pace and showing her how to move with me.

It’s like her body was made for mine.

What follows is a desperate combination of hunger and reverence, all tangled together. My body and hers collide in a heat that could burn down every inch of this barn. Maisie wraps her legs around me and drags her nails down my back, gasping as her hips rise against me. She’s desperate for more—and God, so am I.

She gives herself to me with a kind of trust I don’t take lightly. Her body responds to every thrust. Every touch seems to unravel her. It’s like she’s been waiting for this her whole life. I think I have too.

I grasp her thighs tighter as she tangles her fingers in my hair and tugs. I keep a steady pace. I drink her in and memorize every soft curve and sweet reaction. When she locks her eyes on mine and moans my name, I know I’m gone for good.

It isn’t just sex. It’s the way she arches beneath me, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. It’s the feeling that we’ve known each other forever. The way her fingers curl in my hair, or slide down my spine just to feel me shudder under her touch.

From there, I don’t hold back. I lose control of myself in the moment and give her everything I’ve got. It’s frenzied grasping at skin. Tugging hair. Plunging into white hot bliss. It’s two hearts finding each other and never letting go. It’s coming home.

Then, Maisie’s beautiful body racks with tremors beneath me as I pound into her. I know she’s close, and I want her to let go. She clenches. I keep pushing. When release finally crashes through her, she moans my name into the rafters. I watch her come undone. It’s beautiful.

She’s shaking when her walls collapse and close around me. The sensation drags me with her. I groan deep in my chest as her release overtakes us. My whole world narrows to nothing but her. I shoot a fiery release into her with hot streams that explode out of me. She takes it all. Maisie milks every last drop.

It takes a minute for either of us to move. When I finally pull out of her, I wrap her in my arms. “You are… That was unbelievable.” My breath still comes in hot gasps. “You are fucking perfect.”

My words pull a sweet smile from her lips. I kiss her forehead, overwhelmed with the need to protect her. I keep her close. The air in the barn is thick with warmth and the scent of sweat and skin. Her head rests on my chest, and her breath is soft and steady. I don’t want this moment to end.

I press a kiss to her temple. My lips linger against her skin like a promise I’m not ready to say out loud. I will do anything for this woman. My fingers trace soft, aimless patterns along her spine while I memorize the curve of her back. I feel the warmth of her body tucked against mine and the way the whole world disappears for us.

Because I already know that this moment is the one I’ll look back on as the dividing line in my life. There’s my time before Maisie. It’s dull and muted in comparison to everything that comes next for us.

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