Chapter 16
Rhylan
I wanted to devour this woman until she had nothing left to give, until she could no longer form words.
God, she was fucking beautiful like this. Back arched as if she might break, her body begging for another release.
I climbed onto the bed, framing her beneath me. Her hand lazily draped across the nape of my neck as Dakota lifted her chest to capture my mouth with a moan that was sweeter than honey; our tongues tangling in a kiss that was both passionate and rough.
“Fuck… me.” Dakota’s nails dug into my shoulder with desperation, biting at the skin like teeth. “Please, Rhylan. I need this. I need you. I want to feel myself being stretched and filled by your cock, molded to fit you.” That perfectly filthy mouth of hers.
Leaning all of my weight on my right side, I reached down with my left hand to unbuckle my belt and undo the fly of my jeans.
I’d become so goddamn hard from getting her off that it sprang free from the slit in my boxers without any additional help.
I then wrapped Dakota’s hand around my dick, letting her get a good feel for my length while slowly stroking me.
“Is this what you want, Wildcat? Between your thighs, and buried deep inside your pretty little pussy?”
Her grip tightened around my shaft, and I took that as an invitation to lower, letting her guide the head of my cock in before stopping. She groaned in protest, bucking her hips in an attempt to force more of me in.
“Rhy,” I pulled away, stripping the rest of my clothes off as Dakota whined my name, dragging out the single syllable as I returned to tease her cunt with a few playful thrusts, just enough to stretch her walls and drive her wild like her name.
“I like it when you say my name. Love it when you use the shorter version. Feels more—personal; just like this…” I sank my full length into her, all the way, until she was pressed right up against my pelvis.
A gasp broke from her as her head fell back, exposing the column of her neck in bliss, and it was all the encouragement I needed to do it again, even slower. Letting her cunt feel every inch—my King’s Crown dragging its way along the inner wall, her body taking me so fucking well.
“Fuck, Rhy. Your cock—” A sharp inhale cut off her cry as the piercing stimulated parts of her that no man has ever reached.
“Tell me more about my cock, darlin’. Tell me how full it makes you feel...” Pulling halfway out, I slid back in with a short, intentional thrust. “God damn, I can’t wait for you to milk me of all my cum with this tight, perfect fucking pussy…” And she’s all mine.
I increased my pace, fueled by every moan that passed Dakota’s swollen lips, still covered in various shades of pink and red. I couldn’t help but admire the sight of her unraveling beneath me; fingers tangled in her hair as she gradually fell apart.
Leaning down, I brushed my nose across the dip in her clavicle and along the side of her neck, pressing soft kisses to her flushed skin. Dakota’s legs wrapped around my waist, as her entire body tensed, and I hooked an arm under her arched back for support.
“I’m gonna—oh fuck, Rhylan. I can’t—God, give me more. Don’t. Fucking. S-stop." Through labored breaths, she bit down on her bottom lip, muffling the rest of her cries.
“That’s it, Wildcat, you’re almost there...” And so was I. Ready to fucking burst with one more squeeze. “Come with me, Dakota. Take us over the edge like the good fucking girl you are.”
I brought my thumb to her clit, applying gentle pressure while rolling the pad against the sensitive nerves to push her the rest of the way over.
Unable to hold back, I came, the head of my cock kissing her cervix, as I coated it in my cum. A couple more seconds were all it took before Dakota came crashing down with me, coming hard enough that our cum spilled out between us, making a hot fucking mess of her, me, and our bed.
Dakota passed out once her body had calmed. I didn’t know what the morning would bring, how she would react to me after sobering up. But, nonetheless, I moved her warm body to the head of the bed, holding her close while I could, before falling asleep myself.
Every morning, I rose with the sun. My routine was consistent; never missing an opportunity to lounge on my back porch with a mug of black coffee in hand, admiring the morning mist as it drifted across the countryside.
For the first time since purchasing Cherry River Ranch, I had a reason to stay in bed past the crack of dawn.
Dakota. Her long, honey-blonde locks cascaded over her face and bare shoulder as slow, deep-sleep breaths expanded her ribcage beneath the sheets, with the sunlight kissing her skin.
She was a vision of her own. A work of art.
And this radiant woman was bringing out my softer side for the first time.
“Mm… I hope you haven’t been lying there this entire time, watching me sleep like some creepy stalker, Cowboy…” Dakota’s voice cracked with a teasing tone, and I huffed a laugh in response.
“Sarcasm first thing in the morning? I can tell we’re off to a great start already.” Matching her energy, I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body into mine, our noses just barely touching. “You hungry?”
Dakota blinked the sleep from her eyes before focusing them on mine, the sunbeams turning her green irises a shade of dark gold that left me hypnotized, unable to break from her trance.
“Are we talkin’ real food, or the kind of meal that’ll have a woman coming back for seconds?” She licked her bottom lip before biting down; she knew exactly what she wanted.
“How do brown butter pancakes sound? With fresh whipped cream and a drizzle of maple syrup? I bet if I make ‘em just right, you’ll surely be greedy for more.”
While I’d never hesitate at the open invitation to fuck Dakota, I wanted to take full advantage of roping her in before she slipped through my lasso and left me empty-handed.
She paused, seemingly taken aback by my response; clearly not what she was expecting to hear.
Dakota’s lips parted to speak, but nothing came out; speechless, trying to come up with a witty comeback or something close to it.
As the silence extended between us, I took her hand in mine and slid backward off the mattress, still naked, my dick just hanging in all its semi-hard glory.
“Come. I’ll feed you, and then you can feed me… later. Maybe for dinner?” My eyes raked over her exposed body, the sheets pulling further down as I got off the bed.
If she chose to stay, I’d keep her by my side all weekend. Show my girl around the property, and everything that made me fall in love with it.
I’ve always been a country boy at heart. But if she asked to go back to the city, I was in no position to object. After all, home is where the heart is.
“How ‘bout we get through the next few hours, and then I’ll decide if I’ll stick around long enough for you to plan a second or third meal?” At least she wasn’t saying ‘no’.
Content with her answer, I reached down to pick up my boxers, and just as I’d threaded one leg through, Dakota stopped me. Her hand pressed down against the waistband, preventing me from pulling them any higher.
“On second thought…” She hummed with a prideful smirk, her gaze completely glued to my cock. “Leave them off. I want a view with my pancakes.”
“I’ll give you a show, Wildcat, but I’ll save the view for the back porch… Something tells me you’ll appreciate that one far more than any dick could offer, including mine.”
I left the room first, leaving Dakota to change. When she appeared in the kitchen, she was wearing nothing but my white T-shirt that had been lying on the floor beside the bed. The one I was wearing last night.
The hem fell to the crease of her ass, giving the perfect peak at her firm, round cheeks. They were all I could think about while prepping our breakfast. How badly I wanted to hold them in my palms, digging my fingers into their softness while pressing her back against the wall.
I had strong self-control. I’ve never been one to chase a tail just because it looked good, even after a couple of drinks.
But being in Dakota’s presence had me running fucking feral.
Every image that flashed across my mind was of how she looked when she came for me; of how badly I wanted her to do it again.
“Something’s starting to smell good over there, Rhy. I didn’t take you for a man who knew how to cook. I guess I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge.” I could hear the sincerity in her tone. Not a smartass dig, but a genuine compliment.
After stacking three pancakes on a plate, I topped them with a pat of butter, then stepped over to the island counter and placed them in front of where Dakota now sat.
“Try them first. But you’ll find I can do more than just cook.” Before turning back around to prepare my own plate, I slid the bottle of maple syrup and bowl of fresh whipped cream across the Labradorite countertop. “And I bet these will make them taste even better.”
Her first bite said it all. The moan, the long-winded sigh that followed. Dakota didn’t utter a word as she continued to shove food into her face, the sound of cutlery scraping against the stoneware, audible over the music I was playing. Adorable.
“Too Sweet” by Hozier filtered through the kitchen as I settled myself directly across from Dakota.
I watched her for a brief second longer, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips, before realizing that something essential was missing from our first shared meal.
I hustled across the kitchen, reaching up and pulling out two matte black mugs from the cupboard above the espresso machine.
“How do you take your coffee, darlin’?”
Dakota paused, returning her attention to me, her fork and knife clinking against the plate as she set them down and cleared her throat to answer.
Black. “Black—”
Two sugars. “With two sugars—”
Brown sugar specifically. “Brown, please. Otherwise, whatever you have is fine too.”
“Comin’ right up.”
I didn’t need to ask for her preference; I knew exactly how she took her coffee. But she didn’t need to know that; not yet, at least. I knew more about this woman than any man who had ever shared a bed with her. And I was damn proud of that.
With two steaming mugs in hand, I returned to where I’d been standing, setting Dakota’s coffee beside her plate, while taking a sip from mine, hoping this breakfast would be her first taste of forever.