Page 114 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
“Oh, fuck—” she cries, the words splintering into a scream as she comes again, her body locking tightly around me.
“That’s four to go,” I grit out, not easing up, fucking her through the aftershocks until her moans break into ragged little sobs of pleasure. Her body is tremblingbeneath me, slick and perfect, but I’m nowhere close to being done. “Next ones will be on your back.”
Before she can catch her breath, let alone protest, I pull out, then flip her. The rope at her wrists has enough give to let her turn without biting into her skin, bringing her arms closer together above her head. She gasps at the sudden movement, her hair tumbling over flushed cheeks, eyes hazy with lust and a touch of surprise.
God, she’s stunning like this. Face soft with pleasure, lips swollen from biting them, pupils blown wide. I could spend hours just watching her like this, but I want more. I want her wrecked.
Her legs part for me without thought, showing me her glistening pussy, spread for me. Instinct takes over, and I press closer between her thighs, lining myself up. One hard thrust and I’m buried inside her again, her cry breaking against the quiet.
Her hips lift to meet mine, like she can’t decide whether she’s trying to escape or pull me closer.
“You’re so deep,” she gasps, her voice a raw, breathless confession. “I can feel you everywhere.”
“Good.” My hand slides up her body, wrapping gently but firmly around her throat, my thumb pressing in the hollow just enough to feel the rapid thud of her pulse. “I want you thinking about me every time you walk. Every time you try to sleep. Every time you touch yourself. I want you to be mine.”
Her eyes flutter shut, a needywhimper spilling from her lips as I pound into her, the headboard thudding in rhythm. The sight of her head tipped back, mouth open, hair sticking to her damp temples, burns itself into my brain.
Her body tightens around me again, and I sense the rush building in her before she even cries out. I don’t stop. I don’t slow. I hold her exactly where I want her and slam into her one final time, driving her over the edge until she’s screaming my name like it’s the only word she knows.
I lean forward, pressing my forehead to hers as she shakes beneath me. “Three more, sweetheart. And I’m still not finished with you.”
“God, Ridge, I can’t,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Let’s save it for a bit later.”
I smirk at how fucking adorable she is, still trembling, still panting, still rolling her hips against my cock even as she swears she can’t take another. “You’re saying no with your mouth, but your body’s begging for more.”
I shift my weight, keeping myself buried inside her, and slide my hand between us. My thumb finds her clit, swollen, slick, throbbing, and I work it in slow, tight circles. Her breath catches instantly, her hips jerking despite herself. When I pinch lightly, she lets out a strangled cry, her hands tugging at the rope above her head.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Give it to me. I want to feel you fall apart again.”
She shakes her head like she’s trying to fight it, but her thighs are trembling. I keep her pinned exactly where I want her, fucking her slow and deep while my thumb never stops its relentless rhythm.
“Ridge, oh my God—” Her voice splinters as the pleasure takes over, her body tightening around me in hard, desperate pulses. She’s gasping now, eyes squeezing shut, legs locking against my hips as if she can hold me inside forever. I hiss at her strangling me, but it’s fucking bliss.
“Two to go,” I say when the tremors finally begin to ease, but I don’t let her catch her breath. I grip her hips, roll her under me, and thrust again, deep enough to make her arch off the bed with a sharp gasp.
Her chest heaves with each breath.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I tell her.
She’s moaning, smiling. “This might actually kill me.”
“But what a way to go,” I tease, and she laughs even with me buried to the hilt inside her. The sound melts into a desperate moan as I work out and in, hitting that spot that makes her thighs tighten around me.
I feel the flutter start inside her that suggests she’s close. “That’s it,” I encourage, my voice low and rough. “Give me another one, sweetheart.”
She comes with a scream that could probably reach the ranch hands’ quarters, her whole body seizingunder mine. I have to freeze, gritting my teeth so I don’t lose control and follow her over.
“That’s six,” I pant, leaning down to press my lips to hers. “One more and you’ve lived your demon fantasy.” I grin, to which she is smiling and laughing. “But we can stop if you want—just say the word. Anything you need, I’ll do it.”
Her eyes are glazed, her lips trembling, and I smooth a hand over her hair. She makes this sound in her throat, low, needy, almost a purr, that goes straight to my cock.
“I know I said I couldn’t,” she breathes, “but God… when you stop, the ache comes back. The hunger. I really want to feel your knot, Ridge… please. Keep going.”
That’s all I need to hear. I cup the back of her neck, force her to look at me. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” It’s barely a whisper.
I start again, slow, deep, grinding into her. She gasps, and I let the pace build until she’s making those sweet, helpless sounds that tell me she’s gone again. I work her clit with my thumb, pinning her in place as her body bows beneath me.
