Chapter Twenty-Nine
I’ve never seen something as magnificent.
Thick and veiny and as tall as his damn belly button.
I’ve been riding his lap so hard, I felt it underneath me, but I couldn’t have imagined it like this.
If I’m being honest, they've always looked pitiful and gross on the cowboys I’ve seen.
This one is like a black Andalusian horse—rare and intimidating.
I’ve still got my tiny shorts on, but they’re completely soaked and I know I need to rip ‘em off. I’m sure I could sit on that thing and it would slip right in.
Although I’m also certain I’ve never stretched to that degree.
But if I’m going to climb off to get completely naked—I wanna taste it first.
It’s a bizarre urge. It’s completely involuntary.
Primal and heathen. But I refuse to not listen to it.
I let my claws run down his chest, over his torso and then grip his girth in the palm of my hand.
He hisses and bucks his hips like he’s been waiting a lifetime to be touched.
I let go as I dismount and stand in front of him, swiftly shimmying my shorts to the floor.
His eyes are hungry as he stares me up and down, head to toe, then settles on my core.
“Do you know how hard I’m fucking fighting to stay sitting right now?
I bet that’s a wet pussy, baby…” He bites the center of his bottom lip.
“You’re not wrong, boss—but since this is my first time, I get to call a few shots, and that black Andalusian horse is begging to get inside my mouth.” I drop to my knees and move forward, but he stops me.
“What did you just call my cock?” The look on his face is absolutely devious, and his golden brown eyes have sparked an even brighter flame. I know he just wants me to say it again.
“You heard me. Rare, magnificent, velvety soft and callin’ my name.
” Then I reach for it, gripping it in my palm again as I run my tongue from base to tip.
I feel it flex and stiffen further as I do.
His look is dark and hard. Part shock and awe, part I’m going to explode if you don’t keep going.
So I do. I wrap my lips around his beautiful head and on instinct, bob up and down his shaft.
Sucking and whipping my tongue around him as I do.
I cradle the large package hanging beneath with my opposite hand and he lets me have my fun for a minute longer.
My time is up when he groans, lifts me off and puts me back on his lap.
He growls and reaches under my hair to grasp the nape of my neck, pulling me to him.
His mouth captures mine and he’s ravenous.
I don’t pull back; I don’t want to, I can’t.
He’s taking me, but I’m not scared. I feel like he needs me as much as I need him, though something inside says he might need me even more.
“Watching you go down on me is too much, and I refuse to let go before I feel what’s between those pretty thighs.
” His fingers dig into my hips and his powerful arms lift me up, holding me directly over his cock.
“Whenever you’re ready, cowgirl. Yeah, that’s right…
cowgirl. I’ve never met a man that’s come close to being as tough as you—and I’ve fought with heroes.
I never want to hear you call yourself a cowboy again.
Drop into this saddle and ride like the wild woman you are—and don’t stop until the wind knocks you off this horse. ”
I do as he commands, and I drop.
The sound that escapes my throat isn’t one I’ve ever made before.
It’s a gasp, a quiet scream, a moan. I’m convinced if I wasn’t this wet, there’s no way I’d be able to slide down further.
It’s not pain—just a burn that feels like ecstasy as I stretch around him.
I roll and rock my hips, working him deeper into me.
He thrusts when I pause and together we make it fit.
When I’ve completely swallowed his length, a deep sigh of satisfaction leaves us both breathless for a moment…
and then I ride, just like he told me to.
Gripping his shoulders to steady me, I fly—hips forward, then back.
My knees and his massive cock as my anchor.
I swing, and he bucks. His sexy, rough hands touching every other part of my body.
Squeezing my ass, my thighs, my belly, my tits.
His mouth is all over me too, and then it’s colliding with my own.
Demolishing anything tender about a kiss.
His hands are in my hair and I feel him tug as they ball into fists out of pure, primal need. Then he pulls his lips away.
“Dixie…” He growls, chest rising and falling.
“I want to stay gentle with you, I don’t want to hurt you, but like I said—I’m possessed and hungry.
Tell me you meant it when you said I could take you however I want…
” His eyes have turned black. I slide my own fingers up his neck, through his beard and into his hair, then pull.
My own eyes darkening, my tone firm when I say,
“I meant it. Now show me what being owned by a possessed lover feels like—Boss.” Then it happens—he loses control.
He’s standing, lifting us both and carrying me through the house, his dick still secure inside me.
When he reaches my room, he uses his foot to kick the door open.
A few seconds later I’m on the bed, flat on my back, and he’s on top of me—his arms caging me in.
The power of his thrusts is like a healing balm to my soul.
He’s erasing every horrible memory I have like this and replacing it with a new one.
The rain pounds on my window and I feel it washing away the filth of that night, long ago.
I scream this time, wildly and without shame.
A woman who’s been through hell and back, not being robbed of anything—but giving everything to a man who she knows will protect it all.
His name is on my lips repeatedly. Chris, Chris, Chris.
He holds himself over me, his arms pinning mine above my head.
His lips and tongue kissing, licking, nipping and worshiping wherever he puts his mouth on me.
My orgasm is climbing, about to burst into a million stars and I know he’s close too.
His voice drops lower than I’ve ever heard it before.
It’s deeper and more sure than the thunder that started this whole thing.
“I want you to know, Dixie Wilder, that when I come inside of you tonight, it’s a promise.
” Thrust. “I’m yours. All of me. Until the last day I take a fuckin’ breath on this earth.
” Thrust. “You have my protection, my loyalty, my family, my home.” Thrust. “And when you come apart with me, here in this room, there’s not a world where you don’t come back together in my arms afterward. ”
I nod my head furiously, gasping for air as the most glorious orgasm I’ve ever experienced rolls through me.
My back arches and my throat opens as I moan.
“That’s it baby, let it ride.” He coaxes me on.
Then his entire body shakes too, as he throws one last thrust. And somehow I feel whole, for the first time in my entire life, I’m not empty.