Chapter 34
There had to be a glow coming off her. She was radiating after Justin Forge literally just sent her into oblivion. His eyes peeked up at her from between her thighs, and the grin on his lips was as cocky as it’d ever been.
“On a scale of one to now you belong to me , how good did that feel?” His tongue darted out over his lips as he slid her panties back to cover her.
“You know exactly how good it felt! The neighbors a mile away heard me scream your name.” She laughed with a sigh and dropped her head back, still warm and content from the experience. “I’ve always belonged to you, cowboy. Before, it was just my heart—now, my body is yours, too.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him like she never wanted to let go.
“Well, I’m not finished owning your body yet. That was just the beginning.”
Still on one knee, he reached around her and, with a quick flick, broke the clasp of her bra open.
“Okay, Joey Tribbiani—where did you learn to do that?” Her bra was still hooked over her shoulders, even though the back hung loose.
“I pound horseshoes for a living, sugar. I’ve been a cowboy and worked on a ranch most of my life. Is it such a surprise that I’m good with my hands? Among other things—as we’ve just established.”
Justin traced up her arms with his fingers. When he got to her shoulders where the straps were, he gently pulled them down—exposing an entirely new part of her.
Her nipples were tight, still riding on the high of her climax…not to mention the air that hit them when the fabric pulled away. She didn’t know much about nipples and the different shades they could be—but she liked to think the dusty shade of rose that surrounded hers was beautiful.
Justin groaned and huffed out a sigh.
“How in the actual hell are you so perfect? There is not one thing that is a miss with you. Those are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen in my life—god, I hit the jackpot.”
She felt his thumbs brush each tip, and that almost felt as good as his tongue on her clit. His mouth dove forward and latched onto one side. She reveled in the way his large, calloused hands touched the soft skin under her breasts. She could feel his tongue circling, and his teeth nipping as he sucked her into his mouth.
“How many women did you say you’ve been with?” She was panting as she said it.
He was so damn good at this. He wasn’t inexperienced in the slightest.
Justin pulled back, his gaze meeting hers. “I never said—but it doesn’t matter because you are the last woman I will ever be with. No woman who has ever touched me remains a visible part of my consciousness. I don’t remember their names, I don’t remember their touch, I don’t remember their faces. Because you, Blythe Harper, have blocked them from my memory since the first time I fucking laid eyes on you.”
He immediately palmed her other breast and pulled her closer to him, with his opposite arm wrapped around her torso.
“And after I’ve taken you with my cock and ruined you for all other men, you will understand how that’s possible.”
“You already have…” she breathed. “The first time you kissed me, I couldn’t even remember what his felt like. I couldn’t remember anything—not one touch.”
“Well, let me just solidify that—in stone, forever and ever, amen.”
Justin hooked his fingers into the top of her panties, and slid them down her legs and off her feet. He stood, taking her up with him, then laid her gently back down on the bed. With one knee on the mattress, he gripped his cock and grinned.
“I’m as hard as I’ve ever been, sugar—are you ready for me? Spread those pretty legs so I can feel how wet you are.”
Blythe did as she was told and opened her knees wide. She knew how wet she was. She could feel it practically spilling out of her.
Air caught in her throat as she felt him climb on top of her and reach to press a single finger inside, then two.
“Damn, baby…you couldn’t be anymore ready if you tried. Feel how easy these two fingers fit inside?”
His thumb was on her clit as he continued to push his fingers in and out, circling and moving in a come hither motion that made her think she was going to come again right there.
His voice was hushed and low when he spoke to her. “My dick is a lot bigger than these, sugar—so it might take a bit, but I know you can do it.” He leaned back, gazing at her every fold and crevice on display. “Fuck, baby…this precious pussy was made for my cock. We’re gonna fit together like lock and key—tongue and groove.”
Blythe gazed into his gentle, yet blazing ocean blue eyes. How was this man everything all at once? The way he cared—he could’ve taken her quick and dirty, and she would’ve let him, too. But instead, he was taking his time and making sure she was in prime condition first.
“I trust you, Justin. Take me. I want you so bad. I’m not afraid, put me on your cock.”
Justin’s mouth came down and crushed hers, devouring her as he pulled her up and onto his lap.
“Sit on it, sugar. Take your time, breathe as you go down, and it’ll fit, just like I promised.”
“One condition, cowboy—you come inside of me and don’t you dare try to pull out. I didn’t save myself and go through hell to get this far and not have all of you.”
He reached around her, squeezing the plush globes of her ass, and with a deep gravel in his voice replied, “Yes, ma’am.”
Justin lifted her hips and she hovered over his cock. Blythe lowered herself onto him and groaned as she sat, slowly inching her way down his shaft. It was the best kind of pain, tight and searing, but glorious at the same time.
When she finally took him in completely, a sigh of ecstasy blew from her lips. The fullness she felt was unreal.
“This is what my pussy’s been missing? I think I’ve been starving up until now.”
Her hips began rocking, slow and smooth at first—but once she found her rhythm, her confidence broke loose and she rode him like wildfire.
Justin leaned back and moved with her, his motion in perfect sync with hers. She could feel his hands squeezing her hips and roaming her body. The guttural moans echoing off the walls from them both only made her fly higher.
“That’s it, baby, keep going—you’re doing so fucking good!” He arched his neck back and growled, his hands clinging to her hips, fingers digging into her skin. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, sugar. No one has ever ridden this cock the way you do.”
Justin sat up and flipped her over with brute strength and power. It was incredible how smooth he was. With him on top, she could experience the euphoria brought by his long, powerful thrusts.
She lifted her head to watch his hips move, and his massive cock dive in and out of her.
“Yes!” She begged, “Keep going, cowboy, I’m going to come again… Holy shit, I’m going to come again.”
Justin broke from his trance for a split second to grin and palm one of her breasts.
“Hang on, sugar, I’m about to give you everything you asked for!”
Her mouth was open, gasping as his thrusts came faster. Their eyes were locked, burning through each other with an intensity hot enough to melt steel. Suddenly, without warning, they both met their bliss—clinging to each other, bodies writhing and trembling until the afterglow took over and they came down from their high.
Justin held himself up with one arm on the pillow next to her head. With his opposite hand, he smoothed the wild hair from her face, his gaze and his next words burrowing deep into her soul. “You will only sleep in this bed from now on, every night, wrapped in my arms with my cock buried deep inside of you. Because this is our room, do you understand?”
She reached up to touch his face and whispered, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, cowboy.”
She was at a point of complete surrender, the feeling all-encompassing.
She’d let go of all her plans. She no longer needed them. Not only did they never work out—she was learning to love and embrace the unknown. The one thing she could count on was Justin and his devotion to her. She didn’t need anything else.