Page 156 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

I gritted my teeth, barely holding onto my control as I rocked forward, stretching her inch by inch, feeling her tight heat gripping every thick inch of me.

“Jesus fuck,” I groaned, my head tipping back as I bottomed out.

She gasped, her nails clawing into the sheets. “You’re so big,” she choked out.

I grinned, rolling my hips, grinding deep inside her, my cock buried to the fucking hilt. “You’re takin’ every fuckin’ inch like you were made for it.”

She whimpered, rocking back, fucking herself onto my cock, her slick dripping down my shaft, making a filthy, wet sound every time I slammed into her.

“That’s it,” I growled, my good hand holding her down as I picked up the pace, driving into her, making the bed creak beneath us. “Take what you need.”

She moaned loudly, her body shaking as I fucked her hard, stretching her over and over.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect.” I bent over her, my chest pressed to her back, my cock slamming into her so deep she screamed. “Mine. You hear me? This pussy belongs to me.”

She sobbed, her pleasure raw, overwhelming, her walls fluttering around me. “Yours, Beau— fuck, I’m yours.”

As I hit that point of no return, something stopped me.

I didn’t know what it was—maybe the way she gasped my name, maybe the way her body clenched so tight around me it made my head spin—but instinct kicked in. I pulled out at the last second, my cock throbbing, desperate for release, but suddenly, this wasn’t just fucking.

I climbed onto the bed, my legs tangled with hers, her green eyes wide and wet from the stretch.

I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing away the tears that weren’t from pain, but from something deeper, something that made my chest ache.

“I love you,” I murmured, pushing inside her again, slow this time. “I love you so much,” I moaned against her lips, stretching her slowly, savoring the way her body took me in.

She nodded, her fingers gripping my arms, her breath shaky. “I love you. I’m sorry, baby.”

I kissed her, slowly, rolling my hips, pushing in deeper, claiming her, but this time it wasn’t hunger or need—it was everything.

The fucking stopped.

Something bigger settled between us, something strong, like an invisible string snapped and tied itself back together.

I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers, whispering the words I needed her to hear.

“I love you,” I moaned, sinking my cock deep, grinding against that perfect spot inside her.

She gasped, her nails digging into my back.

“You’re mine,” I growled, thrusting harder, my body begging for release.

She clung to me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels pressing into my lower back.

“Come with me,” I begged.

“Beaudreau,” she cried, saying my full name like a fucking prayer.

I groaned, burying myself inside her as I came, my whole body shuddering as white-hot pleasure exploded through me.

Her cry turned into a sob, her back arching, her pussy milking me for everything I had, both of us falling over that edge together, tangled up in each other, bodies shaking, hearts pounding.

And fuck—I had never felt more whole in my life.

After she showered and I washed up, careful to keep my casted arm dry, we both crawled into bed, completely naked, tangled in the sheets.

Fable traced soft, lazy circles over my chest.