I should listen to him.I know I should.But I don't.I keep going, trying to find a comfortable position.Before I even realize what's happening, a sharp pain shoots through me.Cord grabs for me, but it's already too late.I cry out as my virgin barrier tears and I slide down his cock.
"Fuck," he growls, his body going rigid.
I writhe on his lap, trying not to sob.It feels exactly like he's trying to split me in two.Only somehow better and worse at the same time.I leave evidence of this moment all up and down his back.He doesn't even flinch.He takes the pain, one hand gripping the back of my neck, the other anchoring me to his body.
"Never again," he rasps in my ear, his voice shaking."You hear me, pretty baby?Never again."I know in this moment that this is hurting him as much as it is me.More, maybe.It'skillinghim to know he's hurting me.My rugged, bossy cowboy faces danger every day and probably doesn't even blink.But hurting me hurt him.
The final wall around my heart crumbles, falling to dust.I'm not my mom, and I'll never be her.This isn't some fleeting feeling, something easily forgotten or replicated.I know that in my soul.Even if he never feels the same way about me, my heart will always belong to him.He sweeps in, filling every available inch of space.It lights up, blazing orange and red, branded with his name, his mark.
"Make love to me, Cord," I plead, seeking his mouth with mine.My tongue touches the corner of his lips, demanding he give me what I want.He groans low in his throat, helpless to resist.His mouth meets mine, his kiss hot and deep.
He holds me to him with his hand on the back of my neck to keep me still.I don't mind.There's something about being under this man's command that sets my soul on fire and brings me to life.For twenty-six years, I've been half alive, chasing a dream and running in fear.Today, I think I stopped running and started living.
We kiss until I'm whimpering, pleading for him to move.If there's any lingering pain, I don't feel it.All I feel is pressure and the overwhelming need to move, to know how high he can take me.I don't want to race.I want to fly.
He releases his grip on my neck to grasp my hips.He starts slow at first, his gaze locked on my face as if he's looking for any twinge of discomfort, any hint of pain.There aren't any.As soon as he starts sliding me up and down his cock, all I feel is bliss.
"You like that, Cassia?"he asks, lifting me higher.
"Yes," I moan.
"Good," he grunts, rocking his hips forward to meet mine."Then fuck me back, pretty baby.Work those sexy hips and show me how much you like it.You can be as shy and sweet as you want to be outside of this bed, but when you're on my cock, you fuck me like you own it, you hear me?"
"Y-you can't o-own people," I say.
"Yeah?"He smirks, yanking me down on him only to lift me off and then do it again.Harder and then faster."Next lesson, pretty baby."He nips my shoulder and then my collarbone."When a cowboy brands something, it belongs to him.You've got my marks all over you, Cassia.That means you belong to me now."
"Cord," I moan, moving with him, unable to stop myself.He feels so damn good."Caveman."
"Cowboy," he corrects, tipping me over backwards.He comes down over me, pulling my hip up over his.He doesn't even stop what he's doing to me either.He just moves me where he wants, fucking me the whole time."You're mine, sweet Cassia."
"You have my marks too," I gasp into his mouth.
"Yeah?Guess that means I'm yours then, princess," he says.His lips touch mine in a searing kiss, one full of possession."Fuck.I like the sound of that."
"Me too."
He kisses me again, and I get lost.He's everywhere, blotting out the rest of the world.We kiss and fuck and touch, unable to keep our hands off one another.I love the way his body moves against mine, and the sounds he makes.I love the way his groans mix with my cries, blending together in the room.I never want it to end, and yet far too soon, I feel my orgasm building.
He feels it too.He shifts his hips, dragging mine up higher.When he rocks into me this time, he hits my g-spot, and I see stars.I cry out, demanding more.He does it again and then again, until he's pounding into me in relentless strikes that I know I'm going to feel tomorrow.
"I need you to come, pretty baby," he groans, kissing a trail down my chest.One hand slips between us, sliding through my folds as he latches onto a nipple."I want you creaming all over my cock before I breed you."
"Oh God," I cry, my inner muscles fluttering wildly at the thought of him getting me pregnant.We barely know enough other, yet I know he'd never abandon a child like my father abandoned me.He'd be an amazing father, just like he is a brother.
"Stop fighting it and give me what I want before I spank your pussy," he growls, pressing down on my lower belly."Come.Now."
The pressure on my stomach combined with his command sends me hurtling over the edge.I cry out in shock as the orgasm rips through me, hitting like a bomb blast.I don't even have time to brace for impact before it hits, flinging me skyward.I writhe in ecstasy, babbling nonsense.
Cord goes wild above me, fucking me like a madman.I lose track of everything but him as he pounds into me, completely wild.My name leaves his lips on a roar I'm sure they hear in the bunkhouse as his body locks up.His cum spills into me, setting off another detonation deep in my womb.I shake my way through it, my gaze tangled with his.I can't look away from him.Ican't.
"Beautiful," he breathes, falling forward.He catches himself on his forearms, pressing his forehead to mine."You are so goddamn beautiful."
"Cord," I whisper, wrapping myself around him like a blanket as his lips touch mine.I want to drown in this man and never come up for air again.If it's too soon to feel that way, I don't care.
ChapterEight
CORD
