Page 109 of Stay for Me

He pulled away slightly, looking up at me. “If I was less of a man, I’d fuck you on your car,” he growled. “Rip those little shorts off and finally sink into you, finally fuckin’ feel you.”

Oh, God.

“But when you milk my cock for the first time, I want it to be in my bed, you laying in the same spot I do when I jack myself to the thought of you.”

More wetness flooded me then, my clit pulsing.

He didn’t give me a chance to speak, pulling me down again, our lips colliding.

My cowboy turned us, carrying me in the rain towards his cabin, and when I heard his boots land on the step, I pressed my lips harder against his. When he stepped into the warmth of the house, his tongue pushed into my mouth after growling my name. When he kicked the door shut, I moved my lips from his mouth to his cheek, peppering him with kisses as I pulled off his hat, dropping it on the hook by the door. His eyes held mine, our breaths labored, the air thick with need as he carried me down the hall, slamming me into a wall to kiss me until I was breathless and damn near ready to beg. His fingers kneaded my ass as I moved, grinding against him, desperate for friction.

“That’s it,” he praised, his lips trailing down my jaw to my neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin there as he started to flex his hips against me.

It felt so good.

Too fucking good.

My fingers weaved through his hair holding him to my neck as he helped me grind against him, his arms flexing at my sides as we shamelessly chased our pleasure. “God, yes,” I breathed, my head falling back against the wall, my nails scarping the back of his neck. “You feel so good, s-so amazing.”

“Gonna stretch you, beautiful,” he promised, moving up to my ear. “Been dreaming of your little cunt for over a decade.”

“Yes,” I whimpered as he moved my hips faster.

“Make a mess for me to clean up, baby,” he grunted, his harsh breaths in my ear. “Fuckin’ need it, Diana. I’d spend a lifetime in hell just to have you once, beautiful. Give it to me.”

My legs began to shake, and my mouth opened on a silent cry.

“Most fuckin’ beautiful woman on this fuckin’ planet, coming undone in my arms, grinding her little needy pussy against me,” he whispered, voice jagged.

“M-Mags, I’m—oh, God!”

“Give that to me,” he practically begged, licking the shell of my ear. “It’s mine, Firefly.Give it to me.”

It hit me then.

It hit me, and my entire body shuddered as I cried out his name, my hips moving erratically now. He kissed up and down my neck. I was still coming down when he pulled me from the wall.

“Jesus Christ,” he grunted as he kicked open the door at the end of the hall—his bedroom. I didn’t get a chance to look around before he stopped in front of the bed. “Eyes on me,” he commanded, his hand going up my spine, halting my movements.

I brought my eyes back up to his, my heart racing, my body drunk on pleasure as I held his gaze, hypnotized by the darkness.

“Been dreaming of this day,” my cowboy rumbled, the rain coming down hard outside now, hitting the bedroom windows.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He shook his head, looking tortured. “Want you, baby. Always fuckin’ wanted you. I need to know—”

I nodded, kissing him before whispering against his lips. “Yes.”

“Diana—”

“The answer is yes, Mags,” I rasped, reaching down and pulling the shirt over my head, along with my sports bra from yesterday. My breasts hung free, heavy and aching with need as I tossed them both on the floor.

His dropped, his jaw tightening at the sight, hunger in his eyes. In this moment, I didn’t care about my pudgy belly or love handles. In this moment, all I cared was about giving him consent.

“You have my consent, handsome,” I murmured, wrapping my arms back around his neck as his gaze collided with mine. I kissed him then, slowly and softly, savoring him. When I pulled back, I breathed, “I’m yours.”

Suddenly, I was flying through the air, landing on the bed with a yelp.

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