Page 39 of Untamed

Aiming my cock at her pussy, I watch as thick ropes of hot white cum paint her virgin flesh.

“Fuck,” I groan, seeing her on display for me as I cover her in myself.

The sight alone is enough to make me want to do it again.

Awestruck, I run my fingers through the mess, rubbing it deeper into her skin, then around her entrance, but not quite inside her.

Mila jerks and I can’t help but smirk. Placing my palms on either side of her head, I lower my body, brushing my lips across hers.

The contented moan that leaves her hits me straight in the chest.

“That was amazing,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in closer.

“Mmm,” I hum, fatigue washing over me.

I want to stay like this forever. In our little bubble where there’s no risk of me losing anything.

But that would be a lie. Because when sunrise comes, reality will hit.

A reality where Mila can never be mine.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

MILA

This morning, I woke up with the biggest smile on my face.

After Colter gave me an explosive orgasm, he did something completely unexpected—he wrapped his arms around me, nestled me into his body and cuddled with me for nearly an hour before I went back to the house.

I needed the comfort of his touch, to feel cherished by him, more than he probably realized, after experiencing the intense intimacy between us. And despite being caught up in Colter, or the way my silly heart fluttered whenever I thought about how he held me, I wasn’t naïve enough to think it meant anything more than what it was.

I sigh, pushing the thought away and focusing on the positive.

The orgasm that was wrenched out of me against Colter’s abs was amazing, but last night… it was everything. The feel of his face between my legs, the rough scrape of his stubble on my pussy, as he ate me like his life depended on it, was pure ecstasy.

I want to do it over and over and never stop.

The fact that Colter didn’t push for more was impressive. I truly believed it’s what most men wanted. Their end goal was to get you in bed. But Colter proved me wrong once again. Hedidn’t want to fuck me on that old dusty couch, and though I respected his chivalry, my slutty brain wanted nothing more than for him to do just that. I’m grateful Colter stopped things going further. I can see now, I wasn’t ready to take things that far.

Colter let his guard down last night, showing me a softer side I’m pretty sure not many people get to see. Locked away in our own little bubble up in that loft, he revealed what I’d always known.

There’s so much more to him than he shows the world.

“You’re in a good mood,” my father observes, his voice cutting through my reverie as I pull out a chair and settle in for breakfast.

Heat creeps up my neck and onto my cheeks, and I quickly bring the mug of coffee waiting for me, bringing it to my lips to try and hide it. If my dad gets even a whiff of something going on, like a dog with a bone, he won’t stop until he uncovers the truth.

And that’s something I cannot allow under any circumstances.

“I’m always in a good mood.” I reply wryly, and it’s true enough. Today however, there’s an extra pep in my step, and more of a twinkle in my eye. “Where’s Maverick?” I ask, noting his absence from his usual spot and changing the subject.

Dad eyes me for a long moment, before answering. “He’s getting an early start. We have the veterinarians coming in to vaccinate the new stock that arrived yesterday.”

I nod. “Anything I can help with?”

He shrugs, sipping his coffee. “Most of the staff will be dealing with it, so there might not be much for you to do. But if you want to get involved, it’ll be a good experience for you to see how this side of ranching works.”

I perk up at that. “If you’re thinking it will be good experience, does that mean you’re reconsidering me taking school courses online?”

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