Page 74 of Chasing the Wild
“Fuuuuck.” I dig my fingernails into the back of his neck. My pussy walls are already fluttering, adjusting, welcoming this man inside me for the first time. The sight of him, hard and slowly pressing forward has my eyes nearly rolling back in my skull. He’s so fucking big, it pinches a little, in a good way, but even still, I’ve never experienced anything like the size of this man.
“God. Colt. I don’t know if it’s going to fit.”
Colt makes the sexiest groaning sound ever. One that vibrates straight through into my chest.
“It’ll fit, baby.” He bends his head and sucks my earlobe into his hot mouth, sinking a little deeper as he does so. “We’ll make it fit.” The pleasure of how good his lips feel, while my body adjusts to him, nearly undoes me completely.
“Breathe for me. Just like that.” The gravel in his voice and scrape of his beard against my throat is intoxicating. “Relax, I’m not even halfway in yet.”
“Oh, god.” I whimper. Melting against him as he keeps licking and sucking down on the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
He keeps working me like that, rough hands hold me tight, as his velvet words pour against my overheated skin and my body welcomes him deeper and deeper.
I’m only vaguely aware that I’m moaning and tugging on his hair, my hips starting to shift of their own accord. Waves of sensation and pleasure roll through me in endless succession with each new shove forward. Colt works himself in and out with pulsing thrusts, each time sinking further inside my pussy.
“That’s it, baby. Look at you, taking me so well.” His praise coats me from head to toe as I arch into him. Everything feels tingly, and I’m floating, gliding as my almost-orgasm from before dances back into reach.
Colt groans as his hips finally meet mine. “Jesus. Fuck.”
“Oh, god.” I feel so full. Forget ruining me, this man is going to imprint himself upon my body in a way I’m never going to be able to forget.
“Are you ok?” His lips move against my neck. I can feel the strain in every muscle of his shoulders as he’s holding himself still. Letting me stretch around him.
“Please. It’s so good. You feel so good.” Fuck me senseless,please, because a thought has already begun to dangle on the edge of my lust-soaked mind… I don’t think two weeks is going to be enough with this man.
“You have no idea.”
His voice draws me out of getting lost inside my own head. Shifting his hips back, sliding almost all the way out, I’m then treated to the most insane, incredible sensation as he punches forward. Both of us groan while pleasure shoots through me, making my toes curl. And that’s when he really fucks me. Time slows down, and there’s nothing but the slap of our bodies together, the filthy sound of my wetness, and the desperate noises I make while clinging to him.
I don’t stand a chance against how good this feels, with my climax thundering toward me.
“That’s it, beautiful. Let go for me.” Colt slides his thumb down between us, finding my clit and rubbing firm circles. Moaning and clenching around him, I’m dragged beneath the wave almost immediately. He expertly captures my mouth with his own and soaks up every ounce of my climax, every whimpering noise.
He fucks me straight through my orgasm, maybe into another, I don’t even know, but the drag of his cock against my walls is drugging. Colt slams into me until I feel him tense, his thrusts start to lose their rhythm, and his grip grows punishing.
“Fuck.Fuuuck. Angel.” He grunts a delicious, dark noise that I want to curl into and wrap myself in, then I feel his cock swell,and he buries himself deep. Colt’s erratic breaths and biting kisses are matched by his release sweeping through as he fills the condom.
I’m officially lost to this man. Clinging to his neck, with our hearts hammering between us, gladly buried beneath the drifts of snow trapping us here together.
Chapter 21
“Stay right there, baby… keep that pussy warm for me.” Colt hits me with the sexiest fucking look, and even though it’s all ice and snow outside, I melt as quick as a popsicle on hot pavement. Sinking back on my elbows, the soft blanket I’m bundled in beside the fire cushions my body.
He kneels before me, reaching to toss another couple of pieces of wood on the embers, before leaning one powerful arm on either side of my hips and brushing his mouth over mine.
I’m struggling to not straight up whimper every time his beard drags across my skin. The rough glide is so damn sensual, my thighs squeeze together, knowingexactlyhow good that same kiss is when his mouth is in other places.
“You’re not done?” I tease.
“Not even fucking close.” He nips at my puffy bottom lip, and when he pulls back, I can see that he’s already thickening, nearly hard again, with a prominent bulge in the front of his briefs.
Holy fucking shit.
We haven’t yet managed to leave the lounge. After fucking me senseless up against the wall, he laid me out in front of thefire with my legs thrown over his shoulders and had me coming on his tongue. Again.
If I thought I was in trouble with fantasizing about this man, now that I’ve had a glimpse of what he can do to my body, I might be a lost cause for eternity.
We might’ve agreed to two weeks of allowing this intensity between us to play out, but there’s a spark burning deep inside my chest that already knows I won’t ever find another man to compete with the cowboy currently striding half-naked out of the room.
