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“You’re going to shatter on my tongue. Then we’re going to go inside, and I’m going to take my time worshiping this pussy.”
“This is exactly where I want to be. I’ve been dreaming about having my mouth on your pussy for months.”
I know right then I’m more fucked than I thought. Because I’m going to want this every day. I’m going to want her out here, surrounded by the scent of cedar and leather, and I’m not going to be able to resist watching her come for me pushed up against this wooden wall looking like a goddess.
“You’ve wrecked me.” I nibble at the sides of her lips and over her jaw. “Now I know what your cum on my tongue tastes like, I’m never going to get enough of this.” My fingers knead her ass as I hold her tight and start walking us in the direction of the house. “Then we’re a match.” She trails hot, wet kisses up the side of my neck in return, and Christ, it feels too addicting. “Because I want to be ruined by you, Colton Wilder.”
“I’m not good for you.”
“Good is not what I need.” She sucks on my bottom lip as we make it to the front door, snow flurries dancing all around, wind howling in both our ears. “What I need is you.”
“Can I touch you?” It comes out as a throaty whisper. God, I want to climb all over him.
“You can have whatever you want, sweetheart.”
“I’m a selfish asshole. Don’t you think I know … that I shouldn’t be anywhere near you right now?” He lets one hand drop and runs the length of my arm with the rough touch I’m ready to plead for more of. Immediately. “But I’m going insane with the need to have you, angel. So you tell me what you want. I’ll take whatever fucking crumbs you’re willing to throw on the floor.”
“It’ll be at least two weeks before they reopen,”
“So we’ve got two weeks?”
“Two weeks.” Colt’s jaw flexes. “Two weeks.”
“I expect you in my bed every night.” His fingers squeeze lightly over my throat, and my eyelashes flutter. “If that’s all I get, I won’t settle for anything less than having all of you.”
“Goddamn woman, that ass of yours has been tempting me since you first stepped foot on this mountain.” His voice is gravel and velvet and makes my toes curl. “Colt …”
“Unless the rest of that sentence is please eat my cunt until I forget my own name, I don’t want to hear another word.”
“I’ll tell you now, I intend on spending as much time as possible licking this sweet little pussy of yours. And I’ll gladly spend all night with my head between your thighs without you touching me once.”
I hope to god when these two weeks end I’ll be covered in his marks. “There is no having to do anything, I’ve been craving this, Layla. I’ll eat you for every meal. You are goddamn beautiful and the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. So, let me take care of you until you’re shaking and soaking my face like a good girl.”
I’m on birth control. I’m all clear. I will happily drop to my knees and politely whimper my request to feel his cock pulse and unload inside me.
“Can I convince you to wear either nothing or only that for the next two weeks?” Cocking my head to one side, I give him a smirk. “Not unless you want me losing a limb to frostbite while I’m taking care of the horses. Can’t imagine that would look too good on my resume.”
“I suppose I can make allowances for outdoor activities.”
“And here I thought you were a quiet little thing, until my tongue is in your pussy, and you’re suddenly very vocal.” “Oh, my god.” I blush so fucking hard and swat at his muscly arm. God damn, this man is carved from granite. “Says the man who didn’t say a single word to me for an entire week, but miraculously becomes the king of dirty talk.”
“The king, hmm?”
“I like the idea of you being my queen,” he murmurs against my lips. “One who loves to rub her pussy all over my face and shatter around my cock like a fucking dream come true.”
“Are we done eating?” There’s a ragged noise as I clear my throat, but I’m basically just in a trance. Ready and willing to worship at the altar of Colt Wilder—sex god and rugged fantasy made flesh. “Food? Yes.” He lets go of my chin, sliding firm hands underneath my ass, effortlessly lifting me, and I have to throw my arms around his neck to steady myself. “You? No. I’m nowhere near satisfied, angel.”
“Look at you, angel. Your mouth wrapped around my cock like you were made just for me. Look how well you take me. Taking everything.”
“I bet you want to play with that pretty little pussy of yours, don’t you? You’re squirming and looking so goddamn perfect. I bet you’re already soaking.”
“Squeeze me just like that, my perfect girl.”
“Give it to me, angel. Then I’m going to have you in my bed, and you’re going to give me one more.”
Embedded in the core of my bones, I only feel a kind of warmth and contentment with her in my arms that assholes like me aren’t supposed to know about.
No, it’s nothing remotely connected to that. If I had to put a word to it, it’s the sense of ownership. There’s something feral and fucking primal in knowing I’ll have marked her in a way that I haven’t ever done before, and holy shit, if that doesn’t trigger a beast inside me that has no right to be there.
Whenever I walk into the barn and catch a hit of her fragrance drifting toward me, there’s no denying the hook that tugs from deep behind my ribs, dragging me to be near her. To put it bluntly, I’m screwed. And don’t I know it.
“A cowboy in a cap? That’s sexy. Hit me with the backward cap? You’ve got me wherever you want me.”
“I guess I need to wear my cap backward more often if this is how wet your sweet little cunt gets.”
I want my girl draped over me and burying her teeth in my neck while I fill her up. I want to be able to see every perfect fucking expression playing on her face as she squeezes the life out of my cock.
“Please don’t use a condom. You don’t need to when you’re with me.” She whimpers and bucks her hips against me. “Fuck me bare, cowboy. I want to feel all of you. I want to feel the way you fill me with your cum.”
This is a moment in time I’ll forever have, and she’s the girl who is willingly giving it to me.
Kissing Layla is a privilege I don’t plan on ever taking for granted. Why is it that the person who feels so fucking right to be with, is someone I cannot have? Someone who I’m unable to keep. A beautiful creature being gifted my way for such a painfully short time. Leaving nothing but a stolen, snowbound secret between us.
“Ride me. Fuck me like I know you want to take it—hard and fast, angel; we can go slow after, because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
I don’t want anyone else to know Layla like this. She belongs to me. I can’t let her go. Even though I have to.
Layla is a constant reminder that softness and beauty exist.
“You know … the first day I saw you, I wondered what it would be like to get the cowboy treatment in the backseat of your truck.” My cock is immediately rock hard at the sound of that. This beautiful creature wants to fool around with me in the backseat? I’ve officially died and gone to heaven if that’s the case. “Is that so?” My tongue pokes against the inside of my cheek. Fuck being in heaven, this girl could tempt me into the flames of hell.
“How fucking wet are you right now?” Layla squeezes her thighs together and licks her lips. “Why don’t you come over here and find out for yourself?” “You wanna get dirty in my truck, sweetheart? If you’re gonna sit there wearing my hat, teasing me with promises of getting inside your sweet cunt, then you better damn well show me.”
I climb in after her—because that’s what I do. I follow this girl wherever she fucking goes, and I don’t want her venturing anywhere without me.
“Jesus, I want you naked and in my lap … want you riding me so fucking bad right now, so I can suck on your tits while you come all over my cock.” “Well, I want to be bent over in the back seat while you fuck me so good I forget my name, cowboy.”
jeans stretched tight part way down her thighs. “Do you want to be a dirty little cowboy cum slut for me?”
“It’s so fucking hot—you’re so fucking hot when you talk like that.” She squirms and tries to fuck herself backward onto my fingers playing with her beneath those soaked panties, and I’m so close to losing it already with this girl. “Good. Because if you’re going to taunt me like this, begging to be railed right here and now, I’m gonna eat this sweet little ass first until you’re shaking.”
God, I’m so fucking weak for this man.
If this is Colt’s happy place, then it has just leapt to the top of my list of favorite places to be in this entire world.
“I couldn’t.” “Trust me. It looks much better on you, angel. Besides, I hear you quite like me in a backward cap.”
You’re such a good girl … always so fucking eager for me.” Am I ever. I’ll happily be whatever this man needs.
