Page 104 of Chasing the Wild
“Be a good girl and keep teasing that pretty cunt for me. We’re going to go as slow as you need, angel,” he says against my overheated skin, pushing my knees toward my chest, and I don’t know if I can form coherent words but I’m pretty sure I start pleading again because he chuckles darkly and runs his tongue over my nipple.
Then the crown of him is there. He feelshugeand demanding, and it’s only the fact that he commanded me to keep rubbing my clit, that my body dissolves and the resistance givesway, and I feel the tip of him slip inside. There’s a momentary sting at first, but it melts quickly as he holds still and allows my body to get used to the foreign sensation.
“Jesus. Fuck.” Colt’s head drops forward, and his shoulder muscles strain. “You’re the tightest fucking thing, baby.”
My fingers fly over my clit as he lets me adjust to the tip of him. “Oh god.Oh, god.”
“Breathe for me. Good girl.” He coaxes slowly, being so gentle and gritting his teeth as we both feel the moment he starts to shift forward. Slowly working deeper.Holy fuck.
“It’s—god—so full.” My face scrunches. I’m trying my best not to tense up.
“Deep breaths. That’s it.”
I follow his words, taking deep inhales to allow my body to keep melting for him.
Sparks fly through my blood and I’m whining, whimpering, incapable of focusing on anything but the sting and small amount of momentary burn as there’s a further stretch there, before everything morphs into pleasure.
“You’re doing so well.” Colt’s voice is gravelly like he’s barely holding on. “Fuck. Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect.” His praise keeps rolling over me, and before long, he’s starting to shift his hips more and more. Every movement he makes is so measured and gentle, and it’s the most insanely pleasurable fucking thing being with him.
“Colt.” I gasp as we eventually both feel him slide forward and seat himself fully.
“You ok, baby?” He rasps out and I nod, my eyes have long squeezed shut with the overwhelming fullness and strange sensations currently gripping my body.
“Layla, give me those pretty eyes. I need to see you, angel.”
My lashes flutter, bringing everything into soft focus, and Colt is right there. Filling my vision, his irises are deep pools Ireadily dive into, allowing myself to be hit by the surging wave of emotion of it all. He’s so powerful and commanding, and my heart feels like it leaps out of my chest right into his hands as he draws out, then slowly slides forward again. We both groan in unison, and there are no more words. Just the tremors of desire and heated pleasure as I drown in his hazel gaze, flecks of gold and shadow cross his face, and my mouth hangs open.
My cowboy has me trapped, tied up in his all-consuming form. With each gentle roll of his hips, each bunch and flex of his muscles, we’re panting, entirely lost to the way our bodies find their pleasure together. It’s so tender, he’s so careful with me, treasuring me through every measured thrust, every second of being with him like this.
“Fuck. Baby. I can’t hold out anymore.” Colt grunts. “You’re gripping me so tight. It’s too good.” I feel the moment his cock swells and the rhythmic pumping of his hips starts to falter.
“Please.Please.” I’m already right fucking there, rubbing over my aching clit, and my eyes must tell him that entire story. He groans from somewhere deep inside his chest, a rich sound that flows right through into me, and that’s my final push over the precipice.
I’m picked up and tossed around on a long, rolling wave. Fuck, if it was intense when he filled my ass with his thumb, now a whole new level of bliss has been unlocked. My climax leaves me quivering and shaking beneath his muscled form, as Colt drives into me over and over. Still taking perfect care of me, chasing right behind, his thick length jerks and unloads.
“Oh, god. That’s it.Unghhh.”Pulsing jets of cum fill me as he thrusts forward and then stills. My rippling orgasm grips him tight, and if I was floating out of my head before, now I’ve entirely disintegrated. Surrendering to every second. All I know is that my soul gladly wants to turn into a puddle beneath this man.
We get lost in a fevered kiss with Colt still buried deep—the kind of passionate, languid joining that perfectly reflects our need for closeness—murmuring against each other’s lips. Sweat coats our skin as shivers of pleasure roll through, and it all feels absolutely unreal. I cling to the man coating me like a blanket, entirely blissed out and willingly ignoring anything that might drag me away from this moment.
I’ll stay here, wrapped up by him and hopelessly lost inside him.
Chapter 28
As I swing into the truck cab, the familiar beeps and static-filled white noise ring out. Slamming the door behind me, I grab the radio handset calling for my attention.
We’ve not been back long. Layla took charge of dealing with the horses and shooed me off to go feed out the cattle. I gave them extra yesterday to make sure they could handle a little delay in my usual routine this morning, but I know there will be a line of wet noses and twitchy ears all waiting at the fence for me when I get down to the paddocks.
Holding the radio in my fist, I bark at whoever is trying to get in contact. Inwardly grimacing that it might be Kayce.
I’m filled with guilt knowing that I just spent the most incredible night, with the girl of my goddamn dreams, in the one place that feels like home to me… and if my son finds out, he’s going to detest me for the rest of his life.
However, the voice on the other end, fortunately for my guilty fucking conscience, is Hayes.
“You must be busy up there, old man.” He chuckles, the line buzzing. “Been trying to get hold of your ass for the past hour.”
I pinch my brow. Do I outright lie? Or feed him half-truths? “Been up checking on the cabin at the ridge for damage.”
Half-truths it is today, apparently.
