"That's my girl," he praises, then reaches for my hips. And in a swift move, he flips so he's on his back and I'm over him.
I gasp.
His hand grips my head, and his tongue slides against mine.
I flick deeper into his mouth, weaving my fingers between his thick locks.
His hand palms my ass.
I widen my legs, and he murmurs against my lips, "I'm in charge, sugar."
I freeze. My insides burst with light. He always has to say it when we have intimate time, and it always makes me feel high.
He grips my hips, pulls my lower body toward his face, and demands, "You better ride my face and show me how much you love me."
I giggle, then gasp when he sucks hard on my clit. I have to grab the old iron headboard to steady myself.
"I'm not playing, Willow," he warns, then repositions his hands on my hips and moves my lower body over his face, licking and sucking my pussy.
"Yes," he says on a groan as I take over, grinding over him just as he's taught me.
I never had anyone touch me before him, but it only took a month before Wyatt gave me my first orgasm. Since then, he's given me too many to count, all over the ranch in our secret spots.
He squeezes my ass, and slides his large finger inside me, sucking and flicking harder.
"Oh!" I whisper. My thighs quiver, and sweat pops out on my skin. I whimper louder and close my eyes, humming from adrenaline oozing in my cells.
Wyatt's tongue lashes against me. Wicked. Wild. Unforgiving.
My knees give out, and white light bursts behind my eyelids. I cry out, "Wyatt!"
He groans, gripping me harder and not letting up.
"Wyatt! Please!" I beg, so high I'm dizzy.
He doesn't release me, only sucks me with more force.
An orgasm like I've never felt before hits me. It shatters me to pieces, and I grip the headboard harder, unsure what's flying out of my mouth as I surrender to the adrenaline.
When the endorphins calm, Wyatt flips me onto my back, grinning like he always does, and slips his orgasm-covered tongue into my mouth.
Barely breathing, I hungrily kiss him back, loving every second of our bodies wrapped around each other.
"I need you, sugar," he claims in a rumbling, low tone.
"Yes," I breathe out, ready for everything I've fantasized about doing with him.
He slides to the side of the bed, pulling me with him and positioning me so I'm straddling his hips. His fingers lace into the hair on the back of my head, and the tip of his cock teases my pussy. He holds my hip so I can't push down.
I kiss him, but he retreats an inch from my mouth.
He demands, "Tell me to ruin your innocence and make you mine."
My core is throbbing, and my voice cracks when I say, "Ruin me. Make me yours."
A deep darkness floods his expression, sending a chill down my spine. He leans into my ear and murmurs, "There's only one man you're ever going to need, and it's me." He pushes me over him, entering me.
A stinging sensation engulfs my pussy, causing my eyes to water. I gasp out his name, but it's barely audible.
