Page 113 of Stay for Me

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” she confessed, still not looking at me.

My brows furrowed. I didn’t understand it. “The men in that town are fuckin’ stupid,” I muttered, taking a guess. It was none of my business who she’d been with before me, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t prepared to hunt them all down. I was the only man on this Earth who should know what she felt like, what she sounded like. Unlike all the other men who’d had her, I cherished her.

From this moment on, I was prepared to spend the rest of my life worshiping her.

When she looked back to me, she gave me another gift. “There was no one else I wanted,” she said softly, reaching between us, wrapping her fingers around my shaft again. My hips jerked and I lowered as she guided me to her entrance. “I only want you, cowboy.”

I only want you, cowboy.

I only want you, cowboy.

I only want you, cowboy.

I only want you, cowboy.

I pressed in, the head of my cock, piercing and all, finally feeling her silk, drenched in her warm honey. I bit down, jaw painfully tight now, and pressed my forehead to hers, caging her head in with my arms as her hands came to my biceps, her nails digging in. I gave her another inch, mesmerized by her beauty, the sound of her gasp, the perfect shape of her lips, the sharp intake of her breath, her breasts rising to brush against my chest.

“M-Mags,” she moaned, her sex already fluttering.

I brushed my nose against hers. “Let me in, beautiful,” I ordered gently, holding my hips still, my balls tight, ready to fill her.

Her eyes held mine, greener today than brown as she breathed, “Fill me.”

With a growl, I pulled out and slammed all the way back in, her heaven swallowing every inch of my cock. She arched for me, exposing her neck, pressing against me as a guttural cry left her.

Peace.

All I felt was peace.

I held myself there, feeling her, loving her, utterly and completely consumed by her. Her nails dug into my skin as she gasped for breath. “So—so b-big,” she gasped, her breath hitching.

My lips found her neck, and I pulled out again, pressing a kiss there before I filled her again, savoring her sounds. “And you take me so well, Firefly,” I praised, shoving my need to hold her down, holding back from fucking her until I pumped her full of my seed.

There was something I wanted more than that.

I wanted her to come on my cock.

I scraped my teeth against her neck and started to make love to her with slow, steady, agonizing thrusts. Her arms wrapped around my neck, hands around my head, holding me there as she gasped and moaned, her thighs shaking at my sides. One of my hands hooked underneath her knee and pressed her leg higher, my cock going deeper. My pelvis moved against her clit, the tip of my cock hitting her womb over and over, my body pinning hers to the mattress.

She was at my mercy.

On that thought alone, the base of my spine tingled, my body ready to give her everything.

“Mags,” I moaned.

“Yeah, baby,” I grunted into her neck, my hips moving faster now.

“You’re inside me,” she said, her voice quivering.

I kissed her neck before lifting my head, holding her eyes as her jaw slacked. The realization hit her before me, and when it did, it might has well have been a damn train. We were connected. We were together. She was mine, and I, hers.

“I’m inside you,” I confirmed softly, my voice thick with emotion. Tears filled her eyes.

“Mags,” she rasped, her neck arching.

“Diana,” I grunted, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh, my pace steady.

“You’re stretching me,” she panted.

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