Page 37 of Wild Horses

“Do it. Take it off and fuck me raw, Theron.”

“Don’t be stupid, city girl.” He lifts his hips and sinks back in slowly. I can see the war in his eyes.

“You’ll just have to pull out. It’s fine.”

“That’s not… Skye.”

“Do it. Please. I want to feel you.”

He’s right. It’s stupid but I want to be stupid with him. I like being stupid with him. The way things have been going for us, I may not have the chance to be smart with him later.

“Skye…” Theron whispers, his forehead pressed to mine as he slips his cock out.

“Please.” I reach down. When my fingers trip along the bottom of the condom, I pause to let him stop me. When he doesn’t move, I roll the condom off of him and whisper, “Just this once.”

Burying his face in the crook of my neck, Theron finds his way back to me. He sinks in slowly this time releasing a satisfied breath until he’s buried to the hilt.

And he was right, it feels so much better this way.

“Don’t move,” Theron orders when I start to roll my hips, impatient to feel him, every bit of him. But I listen and hold still.

I’m so glad I do when Theron turns his lips to my neck and kisses me slowly, firmly. Up my neck, along my jaw, until finally, his mouth settles on mine. It’s not until our tongues collide that he eases his body and begins moving, gently, in and out.

Before he was, undoubtedly, fucking me but now… Now, he’s making love to me.

It’s slow and sweet. No more dirty talk or obscene sounds. Just us. Our bodies in perfect sync. So perfect.

I break the kiss to ask him, “Make me come. Please.”

Theron smiles and moves his hand between my legs to find my clit. His fingers are so precise but it’s the weight and movement of his body on mine that provides just the right amount of friction that I fly over the edge and contract around him in hard pulsing waves.

“Ah, fuck,” Theron groans pulling out before I’ve finished. Even as he comes all over my stomach, he pushes two fingers inside me giving me the resistance I need to get the most out of my orgasm.

“There’s a towel in my top dresser drawer,” I say when Theron gets up, grabs his shirt and comes back to clean me up with it.

Theron finds the paint-stained towel and uses it to clean the mess he made on my belly.

“What happened to not going easy on me?” I ask in a teasing tone after he’s done and lying beside me again.

Theron answers very seriously, “If you wind up pregnant, there’s no way it’s going to be from a rough, dirty fuck. That’s not how I want to bring a child into this world.”

My breath catches in my throat. It takes me a second to find my voice and ask him, “Are you saying if I wind up pregnant, you want to be a dad?”

“Damn fucking right, I do.”

His pull-out game is good. I highly doubt that’s going to happen but I like knowing he isn’t afraid of the commitment. He’d be there for his kid. And me. “You’d be there for me?” I ask, needing to hear it from him.

“Wild horses, city girl.”

Content and not the least bit worried we’ll have to cross that bridge, I roll onto my side and let him hold me a little longer before I ask for more. Because I do. Once is not enough with Theron. I want more. I’m going to get it.

twenty-three

THERON

Mysweet,innocentcitygirl’s a fucking hellcat. After that first time, she begged me not to hold back. So, I suited up. Fucked her and made her come until her pussy was red and puffy and she passed out on top of me.

It was all so unexpected that when I first regain consciousness, I’m sure I dreamed it all. Then my eyes adjust to the dawn peeking over the horizon, through her bedroom window. I see her next to me. Take in her wild yellow hair and naked curves and my heart soars to know that it was real. Skye is mine now.

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