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fucking my fist in the shower every time I thought about you.”
God, that is the sexiest fucking admission I’ve ever heard.
“Well, how’s this … you’re the only person I’ve thought about, too.” His chest makes that seductive, rumbly noise, like a storm rolling in, and he grabs hold of my chin. Trapping me exactly where he wants me.
“Fuck, that’s hot. I think I’m gonna need you to show me what that looks like.”
But fuck … it feels right with her.
But it’s only pure, unfiltered desire that runs a course through my veins. I want to feel her bare and to have her wrapped around me so fucking bad. I want to fuck her and watch the expression on her face as she tumbles over the edge while my release spills inside her. To pull back and see the dripping evidence of where I’ve been. To feel the slickness coat my fingers and her channel as I push my cum back inside.
Layla is the only person I’ve ever felt this way 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.
“You’ve dreamt about this?”
“More than I should probably admit, baby.” “You wanted me?”
She likes hearing me tell her, and I’m nothing but a slave to doing whatever the fuck makes this girl happy.
Jesus. My hand cupping her jaw slides down to fit perfectly around the front of her neck.
“You like my hand round your pretty little neck, baby?”
A desperate need for ownership. Marking. Claiming. Breeding.
“Fuck, oh my god …” “I know, baby.” My fingers flex slightly.
“God. You’re so big.” “That’s it, angel. You’re doing so well. Look at you stuffed full, taking all of me.”
This girl has already got me seeing stars.
“Fuck.” This is every filthy imagining wrapped around me, and I tug her down to my mouth, keeping my fingers tight on the column of her throat as she sinks against my lips. “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.”
Tight. Desperate. Hungry. The most incredible feeling of release takes over as I fill her up.
Who is now pumped full of my cum, my seed, and moaning my name.
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.
“You want more, angel? Want to be filled up again? Want more of my cum dripping out of you?”
I’m struck by the thought that next time I want to watch. I want to see what it looks like for this girl to be coated in the evidence of me, and the urge to swipe it up and push it back inside that tight channel is a damn headrush.
“Anything you want.”
My cowboy fucks like a god and treats me like a princess, and I’m so painfully fucking aware that our time together is coming to an end.
Now I’m going to be forever stuck—the knowledge chafing my brain like sandpaper—knowing what it feels like to have someone who sticks by you even when you’re falling apart at the seams.
One more day. One more hour. That’s what I keep begging to some fucking unknown entity as I let my whispers fly on the icy wind.
“I shouldn’t admit this, so please don’t say anything back, Layla. But one look at you, and I’m lost inside you. I’m sinking deeper, but it’s the opposite of drowning. For what it’s worth, whatever this is, I want it so bad it fucking aches.”
For what it’s worth, whatever this is, I want it so bad it fucking aches.
“Find that sweet spot, angel. Take your aim and hit that target. You can be anything you want. I have no doubt you’ll succeed. That good heart of yours is tougher than you think. If you can survive an old bastard like me, you can reach the stars and have them falling at your feet, too.”
“I’ve been sitting in the truck all morning staring at this goddamn phone I’ve tried to learn how to use—and I suck at this shit by the way—figuring out how to even fucking find you, knowing that you were here and that it was your graduation. That it was going to kill me if I couldn’t see you achieve
this amazing thing in person. Yet, all the time, feeling like I don’t deserve to be part of any of it, but that I’m hoping to fucking god you’ll let me. That you’ll let me follow you around this earth, wherever you want to go from here on out, because it doesn’t matter how much I love the land and the ranch, I love you more. More than I ever thought was possible for an asshole like me. You own my black fucking heart, and I couldn’t go another day without telling you how deeply I’m in love with you.”
love you, Layla. This thing struggling to beat inside my chest when you’re not near, is yours. Whether you want it or not, and I don’t blame you if you never want to see me again … but I had to give you the time and space to achieve this incredible thing you’ve worked so hard for … and I had to come and tell you, had to see your beautiful green gaze
fall on me at least one final time, and tell you that every night, these emerald eyes are all I see … all I will ever see will be you.”
“Kiss me, please.”
“Thank fuck.”
“All my water glasses and coffee mugs live on the bottom shelf now. Every morning, I pour myself a black coffee in a cup that still feels like it has your fingers imprinted on it.” “Your hat lives on my nightstand.”
“You’re my miracle. The good that an asshole like me was never meant to know … I told you I couldn’t think of a word to describe what it felt like having you arrive in my life … and all I can think is that you’re my wildflowers after the winter, you’re the
first crackle in the fireplace when it heats up, you’re the sun chasing away storm clouds. Baby, you’re my goddamn miracle.”
“God, I love you, angel.” “I’m so in love with you, cowboy. You don’t even know.”
found you. What do I need it for now? I’m not letting you go, baby.”
“Angel, you better believe you belong to me, but I belong to you.” He murmurs quietly, lips hovering against mine. “I love you so fucking much.” “I love you, cowboy.” My fingertips trace his jaw, his beard, then slide into his dark hair. “Take me home.”
“How about you let me show you just how fucking good I am at taking care of you? Just how much I love you. Would you like that, angel?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
