“Harder,” I gasp.
He gives it to me.
Harder. Faster. The couch creaks under us. Skin slaps skin. His hand finds my clit, rubbing tight circles while he fucks me deep.
I’m climbing again. It’s fast and unstoppable.
“Aaron, gonna…”
“Come for me,” he orders, voice rough. “Let me feel you.”
I shatter.
Louder this time, crying his name as my walls pulse around him. He keeps thrusting through it, drawing it out until I’m shaking, oversensitive, pleading.
Then he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach.
“Ass up,” he says.
I obey instantly, knees under me, face pressed to the cushions, back arched.
He spreads me open with both hands, groans at the sight.
Then he’s pushing back in. The feel of his cock is deeper from this angle, hitting places that make me see stars.
He fucks me hard. One hand on my hip, the other braced beside my head. Every thrust jolts me forward, breasts dragging against the couch, nipples hard and aching.
I push back into him, meeting every stroke.
“Fuck, yes, right there…”
He leans over me, chest to my back, lips at my ear.
“You’re mine,” he growls.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
He reaches around, fingers finding my clit again.
I come almost immediately—hard, sudden, screaming into the cushion. My walls clamp down on him, and he follows, thrusting deep one last time, spilling inside me with a broken groan of my name.
We collapse together, sweaty, trembling, tangled. He rolls us to our sides, still inside me, arms wrapped tight around my front.
His lips find the back of my neck.
We don’t move for a long time, and I can only hope he doesn’t regret this later. I know I won’t.
Chapter nine
Aaron
The ranch has never felt like this before.
It’s been three days since that night on the couch, three days since the last wall between us crumbled, and I finally let myself have her. It feels like stolen time, like the world is holding its breath while we pretend the danger isn’t still circling.
