“Oh god,” he groans. “Fuck. Fuck me. That’s g-good.”
“Yes,” I whine, the shake in my voice matching the tremors tearing through me. It’s coming. I’m close.
The heat. The pressure. The jolting force. It’s wild and raw. And everything this man is. That we are.
I’m breathing in gasps, my vision wavering when he cracks his hand on my right cheek. The shock reverberates through me, making me scream.
“Fuck, cowgirl. This ass makes Daddy want to fuck it too. Mark what’s mine everywhere.”
I leave my body. The very thought of him filling me there, wipes my vision out.
I should be terrified, instead a flood of pressure fills my pussy. “Oh my god, I’m…”
Diesel reaches around me, rubs his fingers back and forth over my clit. “You’re gonna squirt for me, River.”
Nothing has ever felt like this, but it’s good. So good. And then relief hits me, liquid splashes his hand, runs down my thighs, sending him into a frenzy.
“Oh god, don’t stop,daddy. Don’t. S-s-stop.”
He pounds me into next week. I come so hard my teeth chatter, my legs collapse, and my screams echo off every surface in the hotel room.
Security’s definitely coming.
It sounds like I’m being murdered. And when Diesel shouts, it’s so loud and deep, it rolls through me like an earthquake.
I lie panting on the bed, trembling, gasping for air, as he pushes my hair aside, uncovering my face.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
“I might be dead.” I lick my swollen lips. Pretty sure I bit them ’til they bled.
He chuckles softly, crashes down on his side, dragging me into those strong arms. “That was incredible.”
“That was… devastating.”
He kisses my ear, sighs happily. “You look owned.”
“I… am.”
When I peel my eyes open with great effort, Diesel’s watching me up close.
There’s a look in his gaze I’ve never seen before. Peace.
“I love you,” he whispers.
The speed at which my heart forces tears to my eyes has to be faster than sound.
“I love you too, Diesel.”
Stoking his thumb gently over my cheek, he smiles.
God, it’s a beautiful sight. “Now that we have a dog, I think it’s only appropriate that we talk about getting married.”
I’m struck silent for a long minute. “Is this a proposal?” I finally ask, voice still hoarse from his destruction of my body.
“No, consider it a warning.”
I close my eyes and just breathe. Married. To Diesel. With a ranch and a dog.
