Page 72 of Saddled in Secrets
A gruff noise rattles from him. “Look at you at my mercy. You beg very well, Princess.”
“Mhmm, I’ll be really good. Just take me. Please.” My ass grinds into his cock.“I need you.”
“How much?”
I scramble to undo my belt and show him, but he swats my hands away. “Hey! Don’t stop—”
“But that’s my job.” His fingers replace mine, unlatching the buckle from the leather.
I squirm when he pops open the button and lowers the zipper. My jeans are snug, but the denim is no match for his insistence. He hooks the waistband of my thong with his thumbs, pulling it down along with my pants. The combination of fabric and any lingering doubt puddles at my feet.
Colton’s palms travel over my freshly exposed skin, starting at my calves and coasting slowly to my ass. A low groan of approval praises me as he fists a handful of flesh. He gives my butt a light tap before stepping back to appreciate the whole view.
The fiery lust in his gaze spikes my own. A shiver skates through me from tit to toe. That slight ripple morphs into a limb-racking tremble when he rips the tucked duvet off the bed. I don’t protest when he steers my movements, allowing him tospin and maneuver me to his liking. My back meets the mattress while my legs hang over the edge.
Colton follows me down, hovering over me to crash our lips together. I gasp into his mouth. His tongue lashes out to stroke mine, setting the pace and feeding the flames of my arousal. The kiss is hungry, filling me with an urgency to get him naked.
My fingers yank at his shirt and several snapsopen from the force. Anotherpull undoes the rest. I part the material to reach the cotton layer underneath. While my lips feast on his, my hands blindly wander to reveal his abs. Colton swallows my sigh when I finally touch his bare skin and begin exploring. Toned muscles stacked on relentless determination greet me. This man is built to protect. That cranks my hunger to a new level and I need more. My nails skip along his sides, dancing over the grooves of his ribcage.
But then he jerks away from me like I stabbed him. “Fuck.”
I startle at his harsh outburst until understanding cracks through the lust clouding my mind. A bratty grin taunts his scowl. “Are you ticklish, Stalker?”
A visible blush tints his cheeks.
“Stop it.” I fling an arm over my eyes. “You’re bashful and ticklish and I’m doomed.”
“Wasn’t either of those until you made me weak.” His grumbly tone only adds to the undeniable appeal. There’s no refusing him at this point, which has me uncovering my makeshift mask.
I lift a palm to cradle his stubbled jaw. “You’re such a good boy.”
His eyes burn. “Am not.”
A burst of heat blasts through me, thrumming my clit. “Show me how bad you are.”
With renewed purpose, Colton shrugs off his Western shirt before yanking the white tee over his head. I don’t see wherethe clothes land. My concentration is consumed with sculpted abs and dark ink. This is the first time I’m seeing him shirtless. Had I gotten this view sooner, I might’ve folded faster than the laundry pile on the dresser. Saliva pools in my mouth as I picture running my tongue along every chiseled inch.
Colton’s dark chuckle curls my toes, calling me out for staring. Before I can contemplate a retort, he swoops down and latches onto my nipple. The pressure arches my spine and feeds him more of me. His palm cups my other boob, the hardened point pinched between his fingers. My pussy clamps on empty space in a silent demand to be filled.
I spear my fingers into his short hair and tug lightly. It doesn’t help anchor me.
There’s a demand brewing inside, desperate to escape. A mewl dribbles from my parted lips as if that will push him faster. Colton relents, but only to switch sides. The hand not fondling my breast trails down my stomach and slips between my legs.
His hum of approval vibrates through my chest. “Soaked for me.”
He slides a finger inside me and pumps slowly. The tempo is a tease more than anything.
I’m practically vibrating with need. My hips rock to match the maddening rhythm.
“My greedy girl.” He smirks around my nipple. “Want more?”
I’m nodding against the pillow, ready to use my grip on his hair as leverage. On the next stroke, he adds a second digit and it’s a snug fit. My muscles spasm at the invasion, regardless of the arousal easing his entry. A slow exhale relaxes me while he pushes deeper. I know his hands are at least double the size of mine, but I’m not a freaking virgin. Yet a twinge zaps me as I stretch to accommodate him. That slight sting only heightens the pleasure and a moan spills from me.
“Too tight,” he grunts. “Gonna need to make room before you can take my cock.”
My head thrashes. “It’s fine. Don’t make me wait.”
Colton grinds his dick into me as a reminder of how big he is. “Nah, baby girl. We’ll work up to it.”
