Page 168 of Stay Wild Darlin’

“You’ll take it,” I murmured, not giving her a second more before I pressed the pad of my thumb against her asshole, pushing past the resistance bit by bit until I was knuckle-deep.

Her pussy clenched down around me so hard I nearly came right then.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I hissed, fucking into her slower, deeper, letting her feel every inch while my thumb moved inside her, stretching her out, testing her limits. “Tight everywhere, huh? Fuck, I could keep you like this, plugged up, filled up, ruined.”

She whimpered something incoherent, her body starting to rock back into it, into both, my cock, my thumb.

I pulled my thumb out slowly, watching her hole twitch in its absence, then gave her ass a stinging slap.

“That’s it, darlin’,” I panted. “You want me to come inside you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Please— I need it, Dalton. Fill me— fuckin’ fill me.”

That snapped my last thread of restraint.

I yanked the rope back hard, forcing her ass to slam flush against my hips as I drove in deep—one brutal final thrust—and then I came.

I roared her name as I fucking exploded inside her. Cum spilled into her pussy, overfilling her until it was leaking around me. I didn’t pull out. I held her there, grinding slowly, draining myself while she pulsed around me, her cunt fluttering with aftershocks.

She moaned, her body limp in the rope’s embrace.

“Fuck,” I groaned, resting my forehead against her spine. “You were made to be tied up and bred, I swear.”

She laughed weakly. “If I sneeze, it’s gonna shoot out.”

I snorted, still catching my breath. “I hope it does. Marking the territory.”

There was a beat of silence. Then I murmured, lips against her shoulder, “Okay, not gonna lie, I might’ve peaked. I don’t know how we’re gonna top this.”

She twisted her head slightly, hair stuck to her cheek. “Please. You say that every time, and then somehow I end up hogtied in your garage.”

I grinned. “Fair. But tonight hit different.”

“You say that every time too,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, well—this time I mean it.” I pulled out slowly, watching the mess spill down her thighs. “Now c’mon. Let me untie you before I get hard again and try to reenact the entire thing . . .”

“Dalton. No.”

I dropped to my knees and started untying the knots, tracing my fingers over the red marks I’d left behind.

“You okay?”

She nodded, letting out a breathy laugh. “You made me see God and then pass out in front of the gates.”

“Good,” I said, tossing the rope aside and pressing a kiss to the middle of her back. “That was the goal.”

She flopped onto her side with a groan. “I should probably shower before my legs give out.”

“Mmhm.” I sat back, admiring the mess I’d made. “Definitely. I’ll help clean you up first.”

I grabbed a blanket corner and wiped gently between her thighs, then leaned in and kissed her still-soaked pussy.

She slowly pushed up to her elbows. “I’m gonna stand. But I’m not making promises about staying upright.”

“Fair.”

She stood.