Page 78 of Saddled in Secrets
Her heavenly flavor soaks me in satisfaction.
The intensity of her orgasm triggers my own and I bellow around a mouthful of delicious cunt. That regains Bianca’s attention. Even in the throes of passion, she cares for my needs. Her mouth covers my cock just as I start to spurt. The sensation of releasing into her warmth has me jetting harder than a hose. I can’t comprehend the stream when she laps me to completion. My balls might actually be empty after this.
Once I’m wrung dry, I collapse into the mattress. Bianca slumps on top of me with a sigh. The glorious view of her wet pussy remains straight ahead. I could get used to this.
As if hearing my thoughts, she pats my thigh with a sloppy palm. “We’re very compatible, Stalker.”
I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “Almost there, hmm?”
Bianca nods. “Don’t think you’re off the hook for that anal probing.”
My chuckle jostles her. “Add it to the list of secrets to share.”
She huffs. “That’s not a secret.”
“The fact you loved it might be.”
“Pretty sure I can’t deny that.” She rolls off me in a graceful maneuver. Her stomach grumbles loudly in complaint. “Gonna need to feed me more than your semen unless you want me to waste away.”
I’m on my feet in the next breath. “What’re you in the mood for?”
Bianca’s heated gaze tracks me while I tug on my boxers. “I believe you mentioned grilling me a steak.”
Iwake with a smile that has little to with the sated thrum between my thighs. There’s a scruffy cheek nuzzling into the curve of my neck from behind. Contentment is a lazy sigh as I snuggle against the wall of muscle. Colton’s lips curve upward into my skin, revealing his own happiness.
“Mornin’, baby girl.” His coarse rasp tells me that he hasn’t been awake for long.
“Mhmm,” I murmur and press my ass into the hard ridge prodding at me. “Off to a very solid start.”
We’re naked in this snug embrace. It wouldn’t take much more than a tilt of his pelvis to slip that pierced tip inside me. But Colton doesn’t abandon his objective. The man’s willpower deserves a gold medal.
My body relaxes against his. I promised not to pressure him and I have every intention of sticking to that. Besides, physical affection without the expectation of sex is very cozy.
“Our intimacy is exposed,” I mumble.
A gruff chuckle puffs along the slope of my shoulder and he hugs me tighter. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like a rock. You?”
“Best night of my life.” His lips drift along my skin in a silky caress. “How’s your back?”
I stretch, wiggling to find any kinks. “Feels great.”
“This bed might be a keeper.”
The warmth of our cuddle cocoons me. “Won’t hear me complain, Stalker.”
And I may never leave.
Colton’s right arm is slung over me while the left is tucked underneath. Tattoos decorate both, but two particular designs catch my eye.
“What’s with the boot print?” I trace the tread permanently etched into his flesh.
“Got that done after you needed a boost.”
A furrow creases my forehead. “When was that?”
“About three years ago,” he states simply.
