Page 43 of Untamed

“You’re so big.” She groans as I thrust again. “You’re going to split me in half.”

I chuckle and grab one of her legs to open her up farther, letting me go even deeper. Her back arches, and her head rolls back.

“Oh, god.”

“I like that.” I kiss up the side of her throat, feeling her pulse thrum beneath my lips. “You crying out to god while I’m inside of you.”

“Cocky bastard.” She laughs.

Her heel digs into my ass, getting leverage to lift her hips higher as I pick up my pace, thrusting into her hard and deep. I refuse to come before I get one more from her. And from the way her nails are digging into my back and her breathing is picking up…she’s close.

I tug down the flimsy lace of her bra and take one of her nipples into my mouth. I tease and suck and bite and then do the same with the other. She’s writhing beneath me, her hips meeting me each time I drive deep. I’m losing my focus. She feels so good — too good.

“I — I’m — Hayes!” she shouts as she comes, her nails biting deep into my skin.

The pain just makes the pleasure skyrocket, and the heat that had been building deep in my spine explodes through my body. My balls tighten, and her cunt squeezes me for all I’m worth as I empty myself into her. She tugs my face to hers, and we kiss as we both come back down to Earth.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I tell her, collapsing on top of her sweaty body. “Your pussy is the golden gate to my own personal heaven.”

“Hayes!” She laughs and pushes me off her. Sort of. I’m too heavy for her to actually move, but I roll over nonetheless. “That’s so wrong.”

“What?” I kiss her shoulder and smile over at her. “It is.”

“You’re so wrong for that.” But she’s still laughing, and I’m blissed the fuck out.

“There is nothing wrong about this,” I tell her, my hand going back between her thighs, where my cum is currently leaking out of her. Hell if that doesn’t get me hard all over again. And then it hits me. I came inside of her. We didn’t even discuss birth control or anything. We got caught up in the moment, and holy shit, was I irresponsible.

“Shit, River.” I pull my hand from between her thighs and look over at her smiling face. “I came inside of you.”

“How irresponsible of you,” she teases. When she sees my wide, worried eyes, she smiles and rolls her eyes. “I have an IUD. It’s fine. I wouldn’t have let you otherwise.”

“What-if I’m riddled with diseases?” I’m acting shocked, but I know I’m clean, and I have full faith that she is as well. She’s not irresponsible like that, but I am kind of surprised she didn’t ask.

“I chose to trust you when you said you’d been in a dry spell. Also, I trusted you, my best friend, not to fuck me with a dirty dick.”

I snort. “My dick is not dirty. How dare you, madame.”

“Yeah, but your mouth is.” She rolls over, resting half of her body on mine, and props herself up on her elbow. Her thumb brushes across my bottom lip. “Filthy things came out of these lips. Where’d that come from?”

“You bring it out of me,” I tell her, smiling against her lips when she leans down to kiss me.

“You carried me out of a date.” She rolls onto her back and laughs. “You literally threw me over your fucking shoulder and carried me out of that restaurant. We were in public!”

“I feel like I cannot be held responsible for any questionable acts when it comes to you.” She laughs even harder. “You make me a bit crazy.”

“You’ve been making me crazy since we were kids.” Her voice is softer now, and she looks over at me. “Time for a taste of your own medicine.”

“Well, you’re mine now.” I grab her and tug her back to my side. She curls into me, fitting perfectly in my arms and against my body. I kiss the top of her head and breathe in her scent. “That’s all that matters.”

“And all of Cane Creek knows, I’m sure.”

“Word does tend to spread pretty quickly around here.”

We sit in silence for a bit, the sun going down and the tree frogs coming out. The windows are open, letting a cool breeze waft into the room around us. It smells like cut grass and wet earth from the stream that runs behind my house. Part of the same stream River and I used to swim in as kids and teenagers.

“Remember when we used to go skinny-dippin’?” I ask her.

“Of course I do.” She laughs softly. “Used to tell you I wouldn’t look…”

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