Page 86 of Chasing the Wild
If I only get two weeks of memories with this girl, I’m going to make sure I’ve had her in every single place possible.
Christ, it hits me square in the chest that I already know one particular place I want to steal Layla away to and hide out for a short while. Problem is, I doubt we’ll have enough time to get there.
Ditching my jeans and briefs, I stand over the bath and fist my cock for a moment. What kind of heaven is this, where I can slide into that water with her and feel her and be with her in the kind of way I never should be allowed.
Even though it might be a fever dream, I’m going to take it in both hands anyway. Damn whatever miserable, lonely future lies in store for me. This is a moment in time I’ll forever have, and she’s the girl who is willingly giving it to me.
Fuck, I definitely do not deserve someone as perfect as Layla.
“Get in here, cowboy,” she purrs at me and shifts around, which means I fucking do as she says without another second’s hesitation.
The water’s still warm, and besides, my skin feels overheated just being near. Our limbs tangle as I ease in, guiding her to straddle my thighs, and my cock juts up between us. Layla dives against my mouth with fingers threading into my hair, that small action causes my mind to go blank.
It’s her and only her that consumes me as she makes those sweet little noises into my mouth. Soft curves fitting against me like our bodies had been mapped out somewhere in the goddamn universe an eon ago.
Kissing Layla is a privilege I don’t plan on ever taking for granted.
Why is it that the person who feels so fuckingrightto be with, is someone I cannot have? Someone who I’m unable to keep. A beautiful creature being gifted my way for such a painfully short time. Leaving nothing but a stolen, snowbound secret between us.
“Colt…” Her soaked pussy rocks against my length, and it’s so close and intimate and searingly hot right here, locked together. Water sloshes quietly, cradling our bodies in time with a rhythm that seems unbelievable, considering it’s been barely twenty-four hours since we first crossed that invisible line.
It feels like I’ve already known this girl for a lifetime longer than anything as simple as a single night tangled up in bedsheets.
“You want it? It’s all yours.” With one hand, my fingers dig into the swell of her hip, with the other I stroke tendrils of damp hair back off her forehead. Cupping her jaw, I trace across the dusting of freckles high on her cheeks with my thumb. “Take it from me. Fuck yourself down on me, and show me just how much you want this. Because I’ve been dreaming about having you for far too long.” Might as well confess it all. At least that way, she can know without any doubt that this isn’t a hasty decision on my part. “Right now, I feel like I’m in a dream… one that any second now is going to come crashing to a halt in a painful moment if I wake up and discover this isn’t real.”
Layla grinds harder against me, a hazy shade of emerald-green dancing in her eyes as they blow out with the pleasure of how good it feels rubbing her pussy all over my length. “You’ve dreamt about this?” Those puffy lips have deepened to the perfect rose color from the scrape of my beard.
Definitely. Too often for my own sanity. “More than I should probably admit, baby.”
“You wanted me?” A little moan slips out as she shifts her hips, and the head of my cock nudges her clit.
She likes hearing me tell her, and I’m nothing but a slave to doing whatever the fuck makes this girl happy.
“Layla, if I told you all the ways I’ve had to deal with keeping my hands to myself…” We both groan as she reaches down and wraps her hand around me, stroking my dick and tapping it repeatedly against that bundle of nerves.
Jesus. My hand cupping her jaw slides down to fit perfectly around the front of her neck. I’ve got her pinned by the hip and the column of her throat, and I’m going to goddamn fall apart if I don’t get inside her right fucking now.
“I’m so close.” She whimpers, and like a damn artwork seated in my lap, lifts herself and guides me to her entrance.
My entire body lights up as I feel everything. Heat and slickness and delicate fucking skin. I have to focus on breathing through my nose in an effort not to start rutting up into her, because this right here is like nothing else. Tensing my fingers against her flesh, I watch pleasure wash through that captivating green gaze.
“Oh god… keep doing that.” Her lips part.
“You like my hand round your pretty little neck, baby?” My grip isn’t tight, I’m not restricting her airflow, but she moans as my fingers wrap a firmer hold.
“Mmmhmm. God, yes.”
Where her drenched core presses against my tip is so fucking hot. She’s so unbelievably wet, so ready to take me, and the sensation of her entrance welcoming in the crown of my dick makes my eyes want to roll into the back of my head.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, god.” Layla breathes hard. Pulse fluttering beneath my fingertips like a hummingbird taking flight.
“Fffuuuck. Angel, that’s it.” Months upon months of obsession, of insane thoughts about filling her sweet cunt, finally break loose and roar into my consciousness.
I grunt and my balls draw up tight, already primed and ready to unload. Ready to spend inside her with that one goal in mind that doesn’t make any sense, considering my past, but is brought to life by Layla.
A desperate need for ownership.
Marking. Claiming.Breeding.
