"Walker," he says.
I meet his gaze, a question in mine.
"You say my name, Letty. I'm the one in this bed with you. That's who you scream for. Walker."
"Walker," I whisper.
The satisfaction blazing in his eyes is so damn worth it. So is the way his grip tightens on my thighs, pushing them wider.
"Go wild for me, Letty baby," he breathes, dipping his head.
I don't go wild. I launch into a whole new stratosphere when the tip of his tongue touches my clit. And then I go even higher when he growls, burying his face in my pussy like he wants to drown in me.
He eats me the same damn way the cowboys eat every meal—like he's starving. Like he's going to gorge himself on me.
My hips lift from the bed, his name breaking on my lips. I grab fistfuls of his hair, just trying to hang on as he licks me and then fucks me open with his tongue, using it like a cock.
His sounds mix with mine, greedy growls and reverent curses blending with my whimpers and moans somewhere near the ceiling in a carnal aria I want to hear forever.
I buck hard against his face. He just growls louder, locking my thighs apart and eating me until I can't even see straight.
I shatter, the orgasm ripping through me so quickly, I lose track of everything. The world condenses to the hot, wet press of his mouth and the name I scream into the room—his name.
He doesn't stop. He licks me through it, letting me ride every last ripple and quiver, my hips jerking helplessly.
Just as I start to come down, thinking I might survive, he slaps his hand down, landing a sharp, stinging smack right on my clit. And then another and another. The bite of pain and the intense jolt of pleasure knot together in a way that's entirely new and so fucking good.
The second orgasm detonates like a lightning strike, leaving me convulsing beneath him, screaming soundlessly.
"Look at you," he growls, his voice thick with awe, pride, and raw want. My body is still trembling when he peels himself up from between my legs, his beard wet, his jaw set, and his eyes feral black.
Without a word, he shoves his jeans down with one rough hand, freeing his cock with a savagery that should scare me, but it doesn't. All I feel is reckless, wild need.
He's huge. I'd noticed when I was grinding all over his cock, but looking at him through the haze of my own undoing…it's like seeing a mountain for the first time. The sight sends a new wave of heat through me, the ache greedy and desperate.
"I told you I'd fuck my kid into you," he grits out, his voice almost a warning, almost a prayer. "I meant it, Letty."
"Yes," I gasp, my own hands shaking as I reach for his shoulders, his neck, any part I can claim as mine. "I want it. Walker, I want it so bad."
He stretches over me, bracing on his forearms, his cock dragging through my juices before lining up at my entrance.
For a moment, he holds himself there, pressing just the thick head in. The stretch is simultaneously too much and not nearly enough.
He rests his forehead against mine, his breath hot, and waits.
"Tell me you're mine," he says, not quite begging, but close. "Tell me that I get to keep you."
"I'm yours," I say, and I mean it with a terrifying certainty that reaches down into my bones. "Keep me, Walker. Please."
He slams into me in a single, devastating stroke.
I scream. It's not words, just sound, all sensation and loss of self.
He doesn't move at first, letting me adjust, his hands cupping my face like he doesn't know whether to kiss me or worship me.
"Jesus Christ, Sunshine," he rasps, his hips twitching as he pushes deeper, filling me in every sense of the word. "You feel like fuckin' heaven."
"Walker," I whimper.
