Page 79 of Wylder Ranch
My eyes stayed glued on hers as my finger slides inside her. Her head lolls back until I grip the nape of her neck, forcing her to find me again, as she clamps down.
“Eyes on me, Hayve,” I order, twisting my index around.
Her body arches toward me, head fully supported in my hand. “Fuck, Alex.”
“Oh, I will.”
I pull out and pinch her clit, air hisses between her teeth as I stroke it better. This time, I add a second finger, curling up, nice and slow. “That’s right, soak my hand. You remember I need you all warmed up to take my cock. Your pussy’s going to feel so nice and snug.”
Her mouth pops open, and my lips find hers. Tongues lazily tangling together while my fingers work her drenched pussy. I stroke and twist, thumbing her clit, and she moans deeper with each pass. When her clenches become tighter, I pull away, because this moment right here is something I’ve wanted to see again for a year.
I watch her face for the moment, jaw slack and eyelids fluttering closed.
She grips my shoulder, fingertips digging into the muscle while I keep up the pace until she breaks apart with a hoarse cry of “Alex”. Her pussy clamps, my fingersstroking her down as she rides the wave and fuck me, maybe she was right. Ididneed reminding.
The tint on her cheeks, the jagged rise of her chest, thighs flopped.
All my memories return in sharp focus.
Bending over her, I press my lips to hers. “Be right back.” I sprint up the stairs two at a time and down the corridor to my bedroom where I find an old packet of condoms in the bedside table, which have been there over a year. They’ll do.
Haven’s still in the same position when I return to her. Elbows bent, head resting on the table, and a smile on her face. I take a second watching her breath settle, at how fucking beautiful she looks. The mother of my child.
Then it hits me. Themotherof mychild.
I don’t want to fuck her on my kitchen table in a frenzied hookup. I want to make love to her, I want to take her upstairs and worship her, hold her in my arms.
I’m still thinking about it when Haven’s head turns and her eyes find mine. Every thought I’m having must play over my face because the next thing she says is, “The last time we were together. . . in the cabin. . . fuck me like you did then. Fuck me like we don’t have a baby. Fuck me like you’re never going to stop.”
“Haven—”
“I don’t need you to be gentle, Alex.”
I step toward her, thinking, and as I do, Haven’s hand slips under the elastic of her knickers, demanding my attention. I know what she’s doing, and it’s working. My dick throbs, and my mind wars between giving her what she wants and throwing her over my shoulder.
But my eyes stay glued on her fingers moving. “Haven?—”
“Come on, Alex, I thought I didn’t need to remind you.”
“You don’t.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She reaches out, cupping the bulge of my dick through my sweatpants. “I want you.”
When she squeezes, I hiss. “Fuuuck.” She wins.
Whatever the game is,she wins.
Removing a foil packet, I toss the rest of the box on the table and drop my pants. Her gaze follows, pupils flaring as she feasts on the size of my cock.
I fist myself slowly, watching a new flush of arousal rise over her body. “You sure you want all this? You sure you want me to fuck you on the kitchen table, Hayve? Right here?”
Her mouth pops, and she nods.
“You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” I palm her pussy and my hand comes away damp. “What a mess you’ve made already.”
Gripping the edges of her knickers, I pull them down and toss them to the side. Slipping a finger inside her, she lets out a frustrated “Alex.”
“You need more than this to fill you up?”
