“Not sure that I’m a fan,” she mumbles.
God, I love when she’s fiery.
I slowly push my cock back inside her, my jaw tightening as I force myself to keep an unhurried pace. She might think the past hour of edging has been torture, but it’s been just as brutal on my self-restraint. It’s not easy resisting when her pussy is dripping, and she lets out throaty moans whenever I enter her.
We came to the ranch to visit Peaches and Daisy, but I couldn’t resist pulling Birdie into the nearest barn and tying her up so she’s completely at my mercy. Not when I found the perfect coil of rope to bind her with.
I slide a hand down her front, bringing my fingers to her clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make her shiver under my touch. The rope slightly tugs on her wrists as she leans into me. My pulse races as I revel in her sweet surrender.
She tips her head back, gazing up at me with parted lips.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” I croon as I continue working her clit between my fingers. “Be my good girl and tell me who’s in control.”
A wicked glint sparks in her eyes. “You are,sir.”
Holy fuck.My cock twitches inside her, the title making my blood hot. A reminder that I’m not immune to the burning agony I’m inflicting. Birdie’s deliberately taunting me, knowing exactly which buttons to push to make me lose control, and it’s close to working.
I wait until she’s just on the verge of coming undone before I pull my hand away from her clit.
“Walker. No,” Birdie whimpers. “I was so close.”
“If you want to come, tell me what I want to hear.”
“I’m all yours, Walker, and you’re the one calling the shots tonight.” She licks her lips, looking at me with wide eyes. “Nowpleaselet me come.”
It’s the pleading and the way she calls herself mine that does me in. When I pick up my pace, her slick walls grip me, and my balls tighten as her inner muscles flex around me. Every groanfalling from her mouth has me thrusting harder, urgency taking the reins. I’m driven by the obsession to make her addicted to the way I fill her up, unable to think of anything but being stuffed full of my cock.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she cries out.
“Not this time,” I vow.
Birdie gasps for air as I slam into her—harder, faster—with each pulse pulling us closer, until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin. I’m powerless against this woman and bask in the satisfaction that I get to claim her like this for the rest of our days.
She lets out a low, desperate whimper, meeting me thrust for thrust as I adjust my angle, telling me I’ve hit her most sensitive spot. I drop my head to her shoulder, my brow damp from the exertion. She shudders, her hips jerking involuntarily, but this time, I don’t let up.
“Scream my name when you come,” I grunt out.
I move my hand back to her clit, rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger, and soon, we’re both barreling toward release. Birdie shatters with a force so fierce that another cry tears free, and my name falls from her lips. My own pleasure hits me, and I tense above her, my throat raw and vision blurry.
While her body still hums with euphoria, I untie the rope around her wrists. As it slackens, Birdie falls back into my arms, and I lift her, settling onto the blanket covering the tool chest I’d laid out before we started playing.
“How do you feel?” I ask as I examine her wrists. There are faint marks where the rope pressed into her skin. “We should head back to the loft and clean you up.”
Birdie leans against my chest with a contented smile. “I’m fine, I promise. And before you try to tell me otherwise, we’re definitely doing that again. I love when you tie me up.”
I run a hand along her jawline before kissing her softly. “Whatever you want, Birdie, baby.”
I can’t bring myself to deny her, and I don’t want to. As long as she’s happy and safe, I’ll give her whatever her heart desires.
She’s my sun, brightening every corner of my life, and I’ll never take that for granted. That’s why I’m already plotting how to make her mine in every way—including legally. I want her to have my last name, leaving no doubt who she belongs to.
Our Happily Ever After
6 MONTHS LATER
Ilean back in my chair, staring at the ring on my finger, the pear-shaped diamond catching the last golden rays of light shining through the window.
“I can’t b-believe our little girl is getting married tomorrow,” Mama says, leaning over to give my hand a squeeze.
