No, this felt good, but his reward was going to be making me orgasm so hard. His fingers curled. His lips nibbled at my most sensitive parts, and I bucked into it. My hands in his hair allowed me to grind against his face, making it clear what I needed, and he didn't try to pull away. Luke devoured me, making me love every second of it, until I couldn't take anymore.
My climax hit and I sucked in a breath even as my body twisted, lifting my ass off the bed, but Luke still didn't let me go. He kept working my clit, kept pumping his hand into my body, and I had to clench my jaw to stay quiet. I was panting, completely in his control, and the waves of pleasure simply wouldn't stop.
Until he finally pulled back. "Is that what you mean about making sure you're ready?" Then he scooted up to lie beside me with a smug grin on his face.
"You ass," I huffed, pushing him onto his back as I threw a leg across his hips.
Straddling him, I used both hands to hold him there, then lifted up and moved back. Oh, I could feel his hardness standing up and waiting for a little attention. A shift of my hips put him where I wanted, and then I sank down, taking all of him. That was when the groan of pleasure finally slipped out. The sound was soft, but he felt so good inside me.
"God damn," Luke breathed, his hands going to my waist.
"Like that?" I asked, rolling my hips to drive him a little deeper.
"Fuck," he gasped. "If you intend to get anything out of this, you'd better stop that, woman."
Which meant yes, so I did it again. Damn, he was like a rock inside me, so fucking hard. Luke tried to sit up, but I just pressed him back down with one hand and then lifted up, giving up inches of him before leaning back and taking him again.
His mouth fell open and his eyes closed, but he didn't make a single sound. I liked that look on him, though, so I did it again, sliding him even further out before sinking back onto him. Then I reached back with my other hand to grab his balls.
His grip tightened and he lifted me up, taking over. Luke's biceps bulged as he took my weight, but that didn't even slow him down. He pulled me back down hard. I could feel him stretching my body, and my core clenched, trying to hold him in, but I let him use me as he wanted.
This was what I loved. Luke treated me like his little doll, and it made me feel so sexy. He felt so good pounding into me. When he lifted his ass to add that much more, I almost moaned, but caught it just in time. He wanted to make me break, but he was the one who looked like he was struggling. This beautiful, sensual man had just been turned loose, and all he wanted was to make us both feel so good.
The next time he pulled me onto him, I let my hand slide back, my middle finger pressing against the soft skin behind his balls until I felt that tight pucker. There, I made a circle, even as he kept pounding into me, and I finally got what I wanted.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Yeah, baby, that feels real good."
Oh, his sexy little drawl was back. So many times I'd imagined this moment. Making this man - out of all the men in the world - lose control. Hearing his sexy little accent as he begged for just a little more. While Luke drove himself into me, bouncing me onto his dick as if I weighed nothing at all, I teased his ass.
Until he remembered that he was supposed to be the one in control. Between one moment and the next, he rolled, flipping us both over so that I was on my back and he was still buried inside me. Then he caught both of my hands, pinning them up over my head and thrust into my body.
"You don't always get your way, princess." He pumped into me again.
The bed creaked, complaining about the force of his thrusts, but I wasn't. I gasped instead, feeling the sweat making my skin slick. His hands gripped both of my wrists so damned hard, holding up his weight, and he kept going. Thrust after thrust, he lost himself in my body, and all I could think was that this felt so good. My legs were wrapped around his ass, feeling the muscles bunch each time he drove himself into me, but I was completely and totally at his mercy, and the pleasure was building.
So I fucked back. Using my legs, I bucked into him, matching his pace. He leaned in, but my eyes had fallen closed. I could feel his breath against the side of my neck, yet all that mattered was the feel of this man using me and making me want more. The first tremble started in my belly, and I knew I was close, but I didn't want this to end.
"Luke," I gasped.
"You," he growled, his mouth so damned close to my ear, "are mine, Violet." He thrust again, both of our bodies rocking with the intensity. "You're gonna cum, and I'm still not gonna stop."
My body was clenching, and even trying to hold off didn't help. He had just the right angle, I could barely even think, and none of it mattered. This man was mine. That was what he really meant, and I was willing to take it. Thrust after thrust, I felt him bring me that much closer, and then he leaned a little more.
His hips ground against my clit, adding that last bit of sensation, and then his teeth found the side of my neck. Combined, it was more than I could ignore, and I lost control. My head tilted back, the first hint of a scream made it out, and then his mouth was there, drinking in my pleasure even as he kept going, driving me even higher, making it last a little longer, until nothing existed but the feel of him filling me completely each time he rocked through my body.
I was his, and it felt like perfection. My legs tensed against his ass, begging him to let go. My core clamped down. His tongue stole the sounds of my prolonged orgasm, but every inch of my skin felt like it was both on fire and tingling with ecstasy. And then he groaned, wrenching his mouth away even as he let go of my wrists.
My arms immediately went around his back, holding him against me as this big, strong, amazing man lost himself inside me. I was breathing hard, but he was panting against the side of my neck as our bodies stilled. For just a moment, neither of us could do more than struggle for breath, and then he pressed his face against my neck and kissed me softly.
"I'm serious," he whispered. "You are mine. You can be theirs too, but I'll fight for you, Violet." Then he leaned back to look at my face. "It's what I do for those I love."
"I love you too," I breathed. "I love all of this. Please don't ever let the perfect end?"
"Not gonna happen," he swore before sliding out of my body and moving to lay beside me. "I don't want to own you, Vi. I want something bigger than that. I want this. Me, you, them. When you said something about shackles? Yeah. That's what it feels like. Like I'm finally able to just be me, and I've spent my whole life trying to figure out who that is, and now I finally know."
"Who are you, Luke?" I asked, rolling to face him.
"I'm Violet's boyfriend, Ash's lover, and Cy's crush. I'm a bisexual man in a small town, and I'm not gonna be ashamed of it. I'm a cowboy, and I know how to keep this place running." He reached over and pushed my messy hair away from my face. "I'm damned smart about some things, and fucking stupid about others, including how I feel about you, and I'm a real good dad. I'm the man that Southwind made me, and all of that can be summed up real easy, but most people wouldn't understand."
