“Fuck, you feel so good. So damn tight.”
I felt her walls start to pulse, her body on the edge of a massive release. I stretched her, making sure she would be ready for the real thing.
Ready for me.
“Look at me,” I commanded as I moved back up her body, my cock leaving a trail of pre-cum on her skin.
She opened her eyes, and they were unfocused with lust.
“I’m the only man who’s ever going to touch you like this, Jamie. Just me. Say you understand.”
“I understand. Only you, Slade.” She grabbed hold of my arms, her nails pressing into the hard muscle.
I reached for a condom, snapped it on, and lined myself up. I didn’t ease in. I drove into her with one heavy, possessive thrust that filled her completely. She gasped, her eyes widening as I bottomed out, my balls hitting her lush backside.
“Oh God, Slade...”
“Wrap your legs around me.” My hands slid under her hips, tilting her up, making her take me even deeper. I started a slow, grinding rhythm. “Tell me how it feels, Jamie. Tell me you like taking my cock.”
“I love it,” she whispered, her voice broken. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I didn’t rush it, but I didn’t play nice either. I wanted her to feel every ridge, every pulse of me as I slid out and then buried myself back inside her. I wanted to brand her from the inside out. I watched her face in the moonlight—the way her eyesfluttered shut, the way her lips parted as she caught her breath at the end of each, hard thrust.
“Slade,” she choked out, her hands sliding from my arms to my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin now. “Please... faster.”
“Not yet, darlin’. We’re doing this my way tonight.” I gripped her hips, moving her again, changing the angle until I hit that one spot that made her whole frame go rigid.
She let out a broken, high-pitched sob. “There. Right there.”
I increased the pace, a steady, rhythmic pounding that echoed the thud of my heart. Every time I drove into her, the slick, wet sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room. I was stretching her, filling her, marking her. I wanted her to feel the weight of a man who worshiped her, wanted her to the point of madness. Who only cared about the way she felt coming undone around him.
I leaned down, my mouth finding hers. I tasted her desperation and the absolute surrender she was giving me. I slid my hand down between our bodies, my thumb finding her clit again, adding that sharp, electric friction to the deep, heavy thud of my thrusts.
“Now, Jamie,” I commanded against her lips. “Come for me. Let me feel it. Squeeze my cock.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She shattered. Her inner muscles clamped around me in a series of violent, pulsing waves. She gasped my name, her head falling back as she gave in to her release.
I didn’t stop. I rode her through the climax, my own control snapping as I felt her walls milking me. I let out a low, guttural growl, my pace turning frantic. “Mine,” I grunted, against her neck. “Mine.”
I drove into her one last time, bottoming out so hard I was afraid I’d hurt her. I let out everything I’d been holding back my entire life. This was the woman I wanted to spend my life with.
My body jerked with the force of a release that felt like it was tearing the stars right out of the sky.
When the world finally stopped spinning, I collapsed into her, my face buried in the crook of her neck, my breath coming in ragged, painful gulps. Jamie’s arms wound around me, holding me tight, her heart hammering a wild rhythm against my chest.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her glasses were on the nightstand, her hair was a mess, and she looked thoroughly, beautifully wrecked.
“You okay, City Girl?”
She let out a tiny, breathless laugh, her fingers tracing the scar on my shoulder—the one I’d tell her about when I could breathe again. “I think... I think Paige might have been a genius.”
I kissed her forehead, pulling the quilt up over both of us as the Texas night settled in. “She’s a menace. But yeah... she was right about you needing a cowboy. You needed me.”
EPILOGUE
Jamie
Six months later…
