Wrangler (28 page)

My heart is not just beating but pounding dangerously hard, the thundering beats feeling like a stampede inside my chest and it’s making it hard to breathe. 

The sight of him like this is thrilling. He’s on a mission and I doubt I could stop him now even if I tried.  His eyes are slits, his lips slightly open. He’s so focused on the fury that seems to have engulfed him that his skin is flushed with sweat.  A brush of a smile hits his lips when he flips me over, unclasps my bra with a snap and then flips me back up to face him. I’m at his mercy, like he’s roping a calf.

His belt clinks and there’s a swoosh of denim as he races to free himself from every shred of fabric.

The sight of him still makes me shiver and draw a shaking breath. 

His tongue comes out to lick his bottom lip as one of his hands drops down to stroke the magnificent length of his erection.  He’s so confident, watching his hand move makes a river of my own arousal flood out of me, and I instinctively open my legs. His eyes drop down and lock onto my soaking opening.

“God, Dove.  That’s the most beautiful thing in the world.  So beautiful when you offer yourself to me like that without being asked.”  He strokes himself faster, his thumb swirling around the soaking tip, spreading the drops of clear liquid over the engorged helmet.  His other hand comes up to cover his mouth, slips down to rub his chin as though he’s trying to steady himself.

“I know you like to see.” 

I bite my lip, still feeling strange to be so vulnerable. Opening my body for him to see like this is still new, but from the look on his face I’ve just given him a gift and that makes me feel beautiful.

“You ready for a ride, Dove?  Because I’m thinking gentle is not possible tonight.  It’s gonna hurt tomorrow. When you walk, I want you reminded every step you take of who was here.”  His hand drops from his hard-on, down between my open thighs. The cool of the air tingles at the heat between my legs.

My entire body jerks when his hand covers me, his fingertips clutching between my legs, taking a fistful of me like he is claiming something he nearly lost.  Something he doesn’t intend to let go of. 

His lips are warm and soft, but unapologetic and rough as his tongue enters my mouth.  The kiss is beautifully suffocating, taking what he wants. He’s aggressive and I melt under him. The way he kisses me, like he has every right to, sends ripples of throbbing need from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

The weight of the ring on my finger draws my mind.  Everything is spinning, and the feelings he stirs inside me are raw and I pray for a split second that we can always feel like this. 

“I fucking love you, Rachel.  And I think you’re fucking gorgeous.  You’re mine forever and you’re never getting away.  I swear on every bible in the state of Michigan, if you ever leave, I’ll find you, swing a lasso over you and drag you back.  I hope you know I’d tear down mountains to make you happy Dove.  It’s all that matters to me.”

His fingers soften between my legs, discovering me, playing and touching like he could do this forever.  His eyes are on mine, watching for my every reaction.  I’m lost in his face, the flick of his tongue on his lower lip.  The tightening of his jaw muscle and the way his brow comes together, so intense and completely present.

He shifts his body upward, drawing my eyes to the way each of his muscles work under his skin.  My hands caress his shoulders, feeling the movement of each hard line of his tendons. A golden flame burns inside my belly, consuming me with its heat.

He moves his fingers lower, entering me slowly, searching my face for something he needs to know.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Rachel.”  He slowly glides two fingers inside me, holding them there until I think I’m going to fly apart. “How much I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you that first night.  I wanted to tear off your clothes off right there in the bar and fight for you in front of God and everyone.  I wanted this...”  I gasp as he shoves his fingers inside me until his knuckles stop him.  “But I wanted to know.  Know you.  I need you to need me.”

“I do need you.”  I stutter each word, lost in the million ways this feels good.

His fingers draw out, then back in, faster now as he hovers over me, holding himself on one locked arm.  The feel of his slick skin under my fingers reminds me of the silky skin of his cock, making my mind race. I can feel the tension growing as he presses inside me and moves side to side, in and out until I’m barely holding onto reality.

“God, I could do this forever.”  He pushes his long fingers into the front wall of my vagina, hitting a spot that shoots white stars in front of my eyes, and my hands grab onto him because for a moment I feel like I’m in free fall.

I can’t look at him anymore; my eyes close and my thoughts seem to collapse in on themselves. He owns me, body and soul, inside and out.

How he does that I’m not sure, but my mind goes completely blank as the warmth of his mouth comes down on my breast, drawing me inside, hard and deep, making me whimper and arch into him. I grab the back of his head and pull him even closer.

I want him to be part of me. This craving he’s ignited inside of me is insatiable. It’s like I can’t get him close enough to me.

My whimpers and moans only turn on the animal inside of him. His teeth pinch at the hardened peak of my nipple and I yelp as I clutch at his hair, desperate for more.  The tingle and twinge of the pain only edges me closer to that drawn, tight explosion, ready for him to release inside of me.

His teeth tighten and my body stiffens, his fingers working me from below as desperate moans come from us both.  The bite sends a bolt of pain outward, yet I love how it feels to have his body braced over me like this, my legs open as he kneels between them.  His face moves to take my other breast, and he grabs a handful, lifting me to his open mouth. His eyes dart to mine as he sucks deep and the sighs, sounds and sensations engulf me, spinning me over the edge into that sweet oblivion.

He doesn’t let up. The orgasm rips through me and he bites down with greater force, his fingers unyielding, pushing me farther into space as every muscle in my body twitches and I heave with the sounds of a woman at the mercy of a real man, screaming them out so they rise to the ceiling as I lose complete control of everything that connects me to this world.

Everything except him.

Chad is my world right now.  He owns parts of me that until today remained secret to us both, and the connection I feel in this moment is as close to something divine as can be had here on Earth.

I’m addicted to him, his mouth, the way he looks at me. These things that he does with a confidence that only makes it all feel so right.  He kisses his way up my chest as my orgasm softens me, tangling his fist in my hair and jerking my head to the side, offering my neck to his mouth. 

The warmth of his tongue shakes me, starting at the curve of my nape, alternating kissing and licking, biting down where I feel my pulse just under the corner of my jaw.

My mind is consumed with the sensations covering me, my skin still quivering, and I’m whimpering as he makes love to my neck. As he grinds the hard top of his thigh against my sopping wet slit, my knees drop open as wide as they can go.

“God,” I mumble as he tugs harder at my hair. “That feels so good.”

His mouth rests for a moment at the shell of my ear. “I need you to feel good, Dove. I was born to make you cum.  You’re going to do that for me for the rest of your life, aren’t you?”

He kisses my ear and pushes his leg hard into the gap between mine.  His words send a spinning ache into my bones. 

I can’t find the words, so I just nod, the warmth of his breath at my ear. He pulls my hair into his hand and covers me with his body.  I would do almost anything for him right now.  Our connection is more than just physical, I truly
feel
him. I feel his need, his being, and the way he needs me back is like electricity coursing between us. Where our bodies don’t touch, there is a vibration, the energy we give off drawing one to the other.

His possessive touch destroys every civilized part of me. I need him like this, owning me, taking without asking, just on the brink of something dangerous and painful. I’ve never been as alive as when he commands my body, because his voice reaches right down deep in my soul. 

But at the same time, the thought that a man like him —a man with such quiet power and strength— needed me like this.  That he could be undone as much by me as I am by him, the thought nearly pushes me over the edge into another blissful orgasm.

His fingers drop out of me just when I want more.

“Don’t stop, please.”  My eyes dance up to see fire in his eyes.

“Why aren’t your hands on my cock, Dove?  Get them around there and show me what you need.”

He moves up, fixing himself into a kneeling position between my splayed legs, centering his body there as my hands drop down and he meets them with his, gripping my wrists.

“I want those hands on my cock like you mean it, Dove.  You never run away from me again, you understand?  I’m going to fuck you like you need a lesson.  It’s going to be harsh because you need to learn I’m going to take care of shit.  Handle things.  Never hurt you or let anyone hurt you.  I’m a good man, Dove, but I am a man, not a boy, and you’re going to learn what that means.”

He exhales like someone who’s been held underwater, and I nod as he pulls my hands toward his thick erection.

“Now, idle hands are the devil’s workshop, so you best get busy like a good girl.”

My fingers grope for him. I’m compelled to do as he says, wanting so badly to feel the hardness under the silky skin.  The desire to please him inflames me.  He’s watching me from above, his rough palms coming to rest on my wide knees, driving them farther apart and he juts his hips forward into my grasp.

The thought that I’m here for this rough cowboy’s gratification is all I need to know right now. His desire for me is written all over his face, and the world could be falling down around us for all I care, because the only thing I want is to know is that he wants me like I want him.  It’s beautiful and safe and I never want this feeling to end.

He’s stone-hard as I pump and gently twist up and down, my mouth watering as I stare at his massive, gorgeous cock.

“That’s my girl,” he growls, the sound primal and painful, the ripples of his abdominal muscles flexing and tightening at my touch. “That’s where your hands belong and don’t you ever forget it.”

CHAD

I
f she only knew the things I would do right now to get my cock inside her tight hole.  But she needs to understand a few other things first.

“It feels so good,” she whispers, and I’m not even sure she knows she said it out loud.

The words shock me. “
You
think it feels good?”

My head goes limp on my neck for a moment as her hands work my girth up and down, twisting and squeezing at the exact right time.  The sound of her words nearly brings my cum to the edge and I think about spraying it over her magnificent swaying tits.

“Men would kill to feel what I feel right now, Dove.  Good doesn’t even begin to describe what you do to me.”

Sometimes the lessons are not what they seem, and right now I need her to do exactly what I tell her, when I tell her, and for as long as I tell her. Because it will all translate later.

From the look in her eyes and the way she’s working my cock with her hands, she’s taking it in and it’s making it hard as hell not to just drop down and fuck her like I hate her. The irony of that thought is that I love her more than I love life itself.

My balls are already burning and hurting. They want to shoot off, so I decide I need her mouth but my mouth needs her just as much.

I move my hand to her wrists and her eyes widen as she stops stroking.

“Get your pussy on my face, Dove, and your mouth on my dick.  And don’t you stop sucking me until I tell you.”

For the next few moments, it’s a rush of tangled arms and legs, bodies positioning as I show her exactly where I want her, knocking her legs apart with my head until she’s straddling my face.

“Spread your legs and get that cunt down here on my mouth where it belongs.”

I reach up and around, grabbing two glorious handfuls of her ass as I tug her downward, planting her open, soaking snatch on my face.  My nose is on her clit first, breathing her in, the scent driving blood straight to my dick. 

We are all mouths, moans and choking breaths.  Neither of us is aware of anything more than this moment.  Nothing could stop us now, the need to give and receive as sure as the sun rising tomorrow.

The warmth of her mouth stuns me as her hand grips the base of my dripping dick, pushing the head between her lips before drawing back and kissing it up and down.

“Oh, Jesus.”  I mouth the words into her soaking slit, my tongue driving forward and filling her in one motion, pushing as far inside her as it can reach, spinning around the texture of her inner walls, tasting everything she has for me while her mouth does the same to me from below.