Page 88 of Chasing the Wild
“Mmm… god… that’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.” Layla sounds drowsy after her orgasms and so goddamn precious. Her plush lips and little darting laps of her tongue trail a hot, wet line up the side of my throat. Feathering kisses across my jaw until our mouths seal together.
My cock certainly isn’t interested in taking a break, because the moment our tongues meet and slide forward in another round of sensual connection, it rears to life once more. All the blood in my body flows back south, and I feel my length kick in response to the way she rubs her sweetness all over me.
She moans as I suck on her tongue.
“I wanna be deep inside your cunt all night long.” Roaming my palms along the length of her spine, I reach down to cupher ass. So fucking pliant and soft, and even though she’s still impaled on me, I feel the way her back bows and chases after my touch as I knead her rounded flesh.
“That’s all I want.” She gasps and tightens around me as I toy with her ass. Spreading and parting her, but not playing with her, yet. Just enjoying the sensation of seeing how perfectly we meld together.
“You want more, angel? Want to be filled up again? Want more of my cum dripping out of you?”
A shudder of pleasure runs through her in response. As she shifts slightly, I can feel the welling of sticky release sliding between our bodies pressed against each other. I’m struck by the thought that next time I want to watch. I want to see what it looks like for this girl to be coated in the evidence of me, and the urge to swipe it up and push it back inside that tight channel is a damn headrush.
I have no idea what this beast is, or where the hell it has come from, but it’s feral for my girl.
“Yes.Please.” Layla nods against my throat, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do after these two weeks are up.
But for right now, I sink deep, and much like the storm and snowfall that has isolated us up the top of this mountain, I disappear into her pleasurable depths until morning breaks over Devil’s Peak Ranch.
My lips find her ear, and the words flow as easy as silk.
“Anything you want.”
Chapter 24
“Excuse me? Is that any way to treat your favorite person?”
Winnie snorts and gives me another insistent nudge, demanding more attention and scratches behind her ear, so I indulge her, of course.
“I’m trying to clean up. You’re not helping with your constant neediness, you know.”
She gives absolutely zero fucks and explores my pockets like she’s some sort of raccoon bandit with grabby hands, not a thousand-pound horse with all the subtlety of a brick wall.
“Your boss isn’t going to be happy if I’m not done soon.” That’s only partially true. I don’t think Colt could care less if I was back late because of the barn or the horses. However, he most certainly will come and drag me inside if I’m not done by the time he returns from the work he’s been attending to. While I’ve been getting things done up here around the stables and the yard, he’s been down on the far boundary mending fences.
My pussy clenches in anticipation of seeing him after going our separate ways for the day. Not that it’s been all that long. Theman had me coming on his tongue and moaning his name in the small hours of this morning.
It’s been a week of nothing but indulging our curiosity in one another, and holy shit, a girl could get used to being at the mercy of Colton Wilder.
My cowboy fucks like a god and treats me like a princess, and I’m so painfully fucking aware that our time together is coming to an end.
I’ve officially fallen for my ex-boyfriend’s father, and it’s the cruelest reality that the mountain road is liable to be reopened any day from now onwards—we’ve had a run of clear, warmer weather, and by all accounts, the roading crew is making excellent time with no setbacks to report.
I’ve sent up a quiet prayer every damn day that something might swoop in to impede their steady progress.
Hello, it’s me, Layla… again. Any chance of sending another storm front through on short notice so I can continue to be stuck in a snowy paradise with a man twice my age and his giant dick?
“Fuck them and their efficiency,” I mutter out loud, and Winnie makes a noise of agreement. Or maybe she’s being a judgy bitch. I don’t know, but these horses have seen far too much of my half-nakedness in the past week. So it could go either way, really.
Colt likes to surprise me out here, and it’s the biggest turn-on ever when he unexpectedly catches me working in the stalls.
We’ve managed to fuck on just about every surface. Having a sexy as hell cowboy bending me over while growling in my ear that I take his cock so well and look so pretty full of his cum? My cheeks heat just thinking about how much that makes me needy for him all over again.
Turns out, when you both have a kink that you’ve never previously explored with someone else… there are a lot of reasons to keep indulging in that fantasy with one another.
“Stay still, angel.” Our foreheads drop together, damp with sweat, coming down after the haze of frenzied fucking on the kitchen counter. He presses my knees as wide as they can go, reaching between us to swipe up the welling evidence of him at my entrance. With sucked-in breaths mixed with fluttering heartbeats, we both stare, transfixed and insanely turned on as he pushes those two thick fingers back inside.
“Fuck. Daddy. That’s so hot.” My pussy clenches, ripples in response to my rugged cowboy pressing into me, still sensitive and desperate for more.
