Page 80 of Stay Wild Darlin’

He bent over me, chest slick with sweat against mine, still holding the bar as his hips slammed forward.

“You’re gonna come with me,” he growled.

“Yes,” I cried, head falling back, the hat still clinging to me like a crown. “Please, don’t stop— I need it— need you⁠—”

“You got me, darlin’. You fuckin’ got all of me.”

He shifted, cock grinding deeper, dragging his hips in a slow, brutal circle that made my toes curl. The rope tightened with his movement, biting hard into my ankles as my body arched—stretched to its limits.

“I can feel it,” he hissed. “This pussy’s fuckin’ clenching—she wants it. Wants to be bred. You want that? Want me to fill you up while you come like a good girl?”

“Yes,” I screamed, voice raw. “Fuck. Please, Dalton, come with me⁠—”

He let out a deep, broken growl, a sound ripped from his chest as his cock pulsed inside me. Hot, thick, endless—he spilled into me in messy waves, hips jerking, head buried in my neck as he lost control.

The moment he came, I shattered with him.

I sobbed his name, arms still bound, legs stretched wide, as my pussy fluttered and clenched around him. He held the bar like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to earth, panting into my shoulder, still pulsing deep inside me.

We stayed like that—sweaty, gasping, trembling—tied and tangled and completely undone.

“Fuck,” he finally breathed. “That was . . .”

“Incredible,” I whispered, lips numb, heart racing. “Holy fuck.”

“You’re full of cum. Tied to a stolen shower bar. If there’s a heaven, darlin’ . . . I came in it.” He chuckled, breath still ragged. “You’re the best ride I’ve ever had. And darlin’, I ride bulls.”

The room was quiet, the soft rasp of our breathing and the whisper of rope the only things I could hear.

He was still inside me when he kissed the side of my neck. With a final shudder of breath, he slipped out and pulled back, kneeling between my legs. His hands found my ankle first, fingers tracing the knot before he began to undo it carefully.

“You were perfect for me. So fuckin’ beautiful lettin’ me in. . .”

The rope slid free, and he kissed the raw, pink mark it left behind. He moved to the other ankle, doing the same. Each knot undone was followed by his lips.

He eased me onto my side so he could reach my hands, cradling my arms as he untied the loops around my wrists. The pressure eased as the rope came loose. My shoulders dropped, breath catching at the sudden freedom, but also at the tenderness in his hands.

He kissed each wrist where the burn bloomed.

“Hey,” he murmured. “You with me?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“How’re you feelin’? Do you want space, water . . . do you want me close?”

“Close,” I managed.

“I meant every word,” he whispered. “Nothin’s gonna change between us.”

I nodded, throat too tight to speak.

He helped me sit as he pulled me into his lap, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he said, voice breaking a little at the edges. “You wrecked me tonight, you know that?”

He stood, lifting me easily, bridal style, and carried me to the bathroom. The tub was deep, porcelain, glowing under the moonlight. The shower—well, the bar was still lying across the bed like a trophy of war.

He turned the taps with one hand, adjusting the water, testing it. Once it was warm enough, he lowered me in.