The Rancher’s Runaway Bride (The Mountain Man’s Mail-Order Bride #4)

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

L ayla

“Mmm…” His fingers trail between my legs, sliding between my damp lips and working slow circles at my burning clit. One long finger dips inside and gathers more of my juices, swirling around my clit again and causing my stomach to swim with anxious butterflies. “I love the taste of you.”

His finger leaves my body and thrusts deep into his mouth where he licks and sucks the glistening sex off his finger. He kisses me long and sweet on the lips and I taste my own musk on his breath. That alone makes me eager to do anything he says, coupled with his lips pressed to mine… He could make me his sex slave and I’d be a willing participant. He lands a swift smack at my ass and arousal tears through me. I am suddenly desperately needy and so ready to play his game.

His eyes flare as they flick up and down my body while I wait, my eyes landing at the bulge tenting his dark denim jeans. So thick and rigid, I can make out the crown of his erection. The engorged tip faintly outlined through the thick fabric has me so wet I’m embarrassed. Is this how it’s supposed to be? Messy and soaked and shaking with need for his touch?

I debate reaching up to grab his length, it’s probably at least nine inches, and beg him to let me put it in my mouth. I lick my lips before one large palm covers his length and he squeezes.

He squeezes.

I groan softly and my eyes nearly bulge from my head as arousal trails down my thighs at seeing him hold his erection in his own hand. His eyes flicker with amusement when he sees the torture he’s putting me through and he squeezes it again, adjusting it to stand straight up, the tip threatening to pop through the waistband at his navel.

“Something got you distracted?” His gravelly voice sends shivers down my spine before he plants himself on the bed, his hand still caressing his length from the outside of his pants. “Take off your clothes for me. Slowly. ”

His order sends shivers of desire through me. I love his hungry gaze on me, eating up my trembling form. I wiggle my hips, loving that I can tease him like this before I pop the buttons on his flannel that I’m wearing one by one. I let it slide down my shoulders, revealing my heavy breasts to his hungry gaze. A shiver tears through me when he licks his lips, a low groan falling from them.

He swallows when I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my leggings and push them down my thighs. A minute later I’m standing in front of him, only the scrap of my neon pink thong covering my soaked pussy.

His heavy gaze is cast on me, his pants now undone and his erection tight in one fist, tugging slowly, enjoying his time watching me. Savoring me with his eyes.

“God, baby. I can see how turned on you are for me. So damn beautiful, I want to bury myself in that pretty pussy.”

I sigh with his filthy words, need coiling tight in my stomach.

“I can't take just watching you,” he grits, his eyes flashing to mine, then back to my cotton-covered sex. He hooks a fingertip in my thong and then drags it down my legs slowly, revealing my glistening wet pussy to his greedy gaze. “So fucking sexy with your pussy bared for me.” A growl falls from his lips. “You're so fucking wet, kitten. I love seeing you like this.” He pumps his fist up and down his length, sending shocks of arousal coursing through my body.

I’m desperate for contact. He’s beautiful, like a Greek god sent here to drive me mad with lust. Turn the virgin into a whore; that is what Cal does. My hands trail up the rough fabric of his jeans before reaching his knees, relishing every hard, angled inch of him. My gaze riveted on his thick, throbbing cock. I don’t know how it will fit, but I know I want to try.

His eyes watch me, riveted, one corner of his mouth twisted up in a half smile. “Come sit on me,” he purrs in a throaty voice that has my nerves buzzing with anticipation.

He pushes the jeans down his thighs and discards them on the floor and then I crawl up his body, feeling his roughened fingers make contact with my waist. I feel like this man really sees me. The real me. For the first time ever, without my mess of a life haunting me, I can be here, with him, living in the moment. No one has given me this gift before.

“I'm going to make this as easy as possible for you.” His palms cup my sensitive breasts, thumbs tracing my hard nipples. “But it's going to hurt.”

His tongue darts out and quickly nips at my nipple while his fingers slide between my slick folds and rub against my entrance. He’s working me up slowly, making me desperate for him everywhere.

His hands grip my hips as he positions me above him, hovering over his giant erection before I slowly ease down onto it. His head falls back, exposing his throat to my hungry lips. I feel the stretch and pull of my muscles around his length as he remains still within me. I trail kisses up his throat and around the stubbled, cut-steel of his jaw. My fingers dig into his shoulders when his hips jerk, feeling him stab inside me with slow, decadent precision.

I gasp with the pinch of pain as he breaks my barrier. The one that makes me his. All his. And there’s no one else’s I’d rather be.

My body adjusts to him slowly. He strokes a hand through my hair, his lips trailing along my neck with tender reverence. I can see his effort to control himself, and I appreciate it.

"It's okay," I whisper back, trying to reassure him.

"You are so beautiful," he says, before tangling his hand in my hair and tilting my head back. His lips trail hot kisses along my collarbone, up to the hollow of my neck, and suck on the delicate flesh beneath my ear lobe.

I sigh, relishing the feeling of him inside me. He tightens his grip on my hips, taking control and thrusting harder. His pants become more ragged and his eyes fill with passion.

"I don't know what brought you here, but I'm never letting you go." I feel him get even thicker inside me as one of his rough thumbs slides down and connect with my clit. My breaths come out in heaving gasps as he swirls and pinches, urging my orgasm on until it's almost unbearable.

"Let it go, baby," he urges, working smaller circles with his fingers while thrusting deeper. "Let it all go." His warm breath tickles my ear as he speaks, sending shivers down my spine. My orgasm crashes over me, shooting through every nerve in my body and leaving me breathless and blissful. I collapse on top of his hard body, feeling completely loved with him buried deep inside me, stroking sensitive nerves and chasing his own release. He leaves me lightheaded with pleasure until his own body tightens beneath mine, his hands gripping my neck and hair as he reaches his climax.

I watch him with riveted eyes as his full lips part, the dark arch of his eyebrows framing his high cheekbones and long lashes. My fingertips trace up to touch the bow of his top lip, brushing against the sharp line of his cheekbone.

"You're so beautiful," I say aloud without thinking.

His deep chuckle causes a smile to spread across my face. "Hardly. Must be something wrong with your eyes."

“There isn't a thing wrong with my eyes,” I sigh and curl up into his chest. “You're just not used to getting compliments.”

“Well, that’s probably true,” he says before his hands circle around my cool back and shelter me from the chilled air. “But you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” His head dips and I feel him take a long inhale of my hair. “You smell like strawberries and honey,” he gruffs and I feel his softened erection twitch inside me.

“Strawberries and honey turn you on?” I giggle and wiggle on his lap.

“When they smell like you, they do.” He takes me in a long kiss then, pressing his lips with bruising force, his tongue tangling with mine and showing me, in every single way, that I am cherished.