Gareth’s hands explore my curves, fingers tracing my skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Lowering my lips, I sink onto him just enough for the tip of him to enter, when his hands fly to my waist.
“No.” Sitting up with me still in his arms, my back hits the mattress before I know what’s happening. Gareth’s hovering over me, gaze burning. “This honor is mine,” he growls, then in one thrust he’s filling me entirely.
I cry out, but my body quickly adjusts to his size and the pain melts to pleasure.
“Fuck, Indy. Every inch of you was made for me.”
“Yes!”
“You.”Thrust. “Were.”Thrust. “Made.”Thrust. “For.”Thrust. “Me.”
“God, Gareth. Harder.”
He lifts my leg up higher, deepening himself with every snap of his hips. It feels like he’s going to rip me in two, in the best way possible.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Yes,” I moan, then his mouth covers mine again in a kiss that steals my breath away.
It’s different this time. He’s speaking without words—a declaration. He’s mine, I’m his, and that’s all that truly matters. We’re all tongues and moans, getting lost in each other.
It’s perfect.
Just like my Golden Boy.
We both moan when he pulls himself nearly all the way out before slamming back in. Twisting his hips, he repeats it again and again, and I do my best to meet him thrust for thrust.
“I want to hear you scream my name when you come all over my dick, Indy. I’ve lived out that fantasy so many times in my head. Let me hear it for real, Trouble. I want you so loud the ranch down the road can hear you.”
Crossing my feet behind his back, I pull him closer, so deliciously full. The familiar flickers of another orgasm rear to life within me, starting at my toes.
“That’s all you, Golden Boy. What are you going to do to make me scream your name?”
Gareth stills, hair falling in front of his eyes when he pulls back, gazing down at me with a possessive challenge I’ve unleashed.
Grabbing beneath my knee, he pulls my leg so I have no choice but to unhook my feet, then shifts himself so he’s more steady on his knees before lifting my leg to rest over his shoulder.
“Better hold onto something, Trouble.” He smirks, then snakes his hand between us and starts rubbing my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, my hands flying up to grip the pillow just beyond my head.
The circular rhythm he attends to my clit moves in time with his thrusts as he slams into me, not holding back any restraint.
The pressure immediately builds inside me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Nothing—no one—has ever brought me pleasure like this before.
“You take me so well, Indy. My dick was made for you, did you know that? Just like your body was made for me.”
Somehow, Gareth pushes deeper inside me.
I explode.
Light strains my vision, my entire body convulsing as my orgasm crashes into me with relentless waves of pleasure.
“Gareth,” I scream, his name ripping from my lungs. “Ah, oh my, YES!” I strangle the pillow, my body thrashing against him, but he takes it in stride, using the bucking of my body to chase his own release.
“Fuck, Indy,” he grunts, his hips wild as he ruts inside me. I feel him come, filling me up as he covers his mouth with mine again.
