I hum with appreciation. “What’ll it be, Sunset?”
She snaps my belt undone in a hurry and unzips my pants.
“Face the bark. Palms flat.”
My girl doesn’t hesitate. She turns, pressing her hands against the tree. Her body warm and ready.
I lift the coat, bunching it over her hips, and stroke myself. Willow watches me over her shoulder, licking her lips.
“You tryin’ to help me, baby?”
“Can I?”
I keep stroking, desperate for her mouth but conflicted. “Your knees will be cold.”
“I can take it,” she breathes.
I bend and growl in her ear. “Then get down there and take me to the back of your throat.”
She drops to her knees, a vision and a half. A fantasy I never knew I had, come to life. She takes my cock like it’s something out of her fancy, lowering her jaw.
“Sunset.” I dig my fingers into her hair. “When I say, I want you to let go and get back on that tree. Ass facing me.”
She smirks and gets to work on my cock, taking me all the way. My hand flies up to the bark with a curse. I inch in and out of her slowly, then with a pained growl, I fuck her mouth. She gags but doesn’t let go, sucking me hard.
My thighs start to shake. “Now, Willow.” I pull out of her mouth and help her to her feet. “You good?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I flip her and lift the coat again, sliding my thick cock into her dripping center.
She moans and gasps as I thrust hard, filling and stretching her, claiming her. Because she’s mine. I praise her, taking me so good as I fuck her senseless. Maybe some residual anger over our fight. Maybe she brings the barbarian out of me. But I’ve never felt so alive. So wanted. So desperately desired than I do by this woman.
I grip the back of her neck, lowering to her ear. “So warm, so tight. So perfect.”
“Dallas, I’m—I’m coming.” She starts to shake beneath me.
I hold her still, snapping my hips brutally. “I’m going to spill inside you. That OK, Sunset?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
I let go, shuddering through my release. Grunting as I empty inside this perfect woman—then cursing myself for getting so rough with her.
On ourweddingnight.
We’re both panting when I turn her to face me. Cheeks flushed, hair wild, a lazy smile on her smooth face. “Sunset,” I start.
She strokes my cheek. “And I thought you ruined me the first time.”
I grin at her, shaking my head. “I make love even better.” I lift her off her feet and carry her back to the house.
30
I hiss at the sting, tugging my palm from his grasp.
“Hold still,” Dallas urges, the alcohol pad dangerously close to my scuffed skin.
I’m lying back in a warm bubble bath. Dallas doesn’t own bubble bath, but he swiped some from Ellie’s bathroom on our way up.
