Chapter 62
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
HUNTER
Song- Drip Off, Austin Giorgio
She bites her lip but doesn’t move. Just looks at me with that hunger in her eyes that matches my own. I can’t get enough of my wife. In every possible way.
She throws me off guard when she pushes against my chest, hard enough to back me into the wood of the stable wall.
“Do you want something, sweetheart?” I drawl, looking down at her.
“Whatever could have given you that impression?”
She plucks my hat from my head and settles it on her own.
“We could just get you your own, cowgirl,” I tell her, nodding at my hat on her head.
That sight alone makes me hard.
She grins. “No. I like yours.”
I like that answer. I like it a lot. “What’s your plan, baby? You want me to fuck you in here? When anyone could just walk in?”
She nods, not breaking eye contact. She’s going to end up getting someone killed.
I lift her over my shoulder, and she squeals, fists drumming my back, as I walk us into the stable and set her down on the hay bales.
I shut the doors and lock them. No one gets to see my wife like that. Only me.
Grabbing a rope from the wall, I turn to her. She’s resting on her arms, straw already in her hair, looking like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had came to life in my own damn stable.
I motion for her to stand. “Up.”
She does. I can feel the anticipation buzzing off her like static.
“Clothes. Off. All of them.” My voice comes out rough. “But leave the hat on, firefly.”
My gaze catches on her cherry necklace, the one she’s kept on since our wedding day.
It’s like torture watching her strip. She rips off her boots first. Peels her jeans down those long legs, kicking them free. The little T-shirt comes last, pulled over her head, her red hair tumbling back around her shoulders.
When she unhooks her bra, she tosses it right at my head.
I catch it with one hand. “Nice aim. Now, as sexy as you look in that black thong,” I grunt, “off.”
She shimmies out of it, swinging the lace on her finger with a grin.
“Well, throw those at my head then, city girl. Give me the goods.”
She giggles and launches them right at my face. This time, I snatch and pocket them.
She stands there in the middle of my stable. Completely naked. My hat on her head. The cherry necklace at her throat. My ring on her finger. Ready for me.
“Bend over. Hands on that hay bale. Show me your pretty pussy.” I take a step closer. “Let me see how wet you are.”
She hesitates. Her eyes flick down to the rope in my hand. And then she moves. Turning her back to me, bending forward, her palms flat on the hay. That perfect ass in the air.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
She does. And fuck, I have to squeeze the rope so hard it bites into my own skin to stop myself from losing it right there. She’s glistening. So wet I can see it on the insides of her thighs.
I close the distance and settle behind her. Running my hand along her ass, making her purr in response. I slide two fingers inside her, and she jolts forward with a gasp, her walls clenching around me immediately.
“Mmm. Just as I thought,” I murmur, curling my fingers, finding that spot, increasing the pace.
Those breathy little moans fill the stable. Each one is a match thrown on a fire that’s already out of control.
“You know how much I love you, right, firefly?” I ask.
My hand cracks down on her ass.
“Yes!” she screams.
“You understand how much I respect you? How much I worship you?” I glide my palm over the red mark blooming across her skin.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Good.”
Another smack. She jolts forward, and I drag her back by her hip, pulling her onto my fingers so they hit deeper.
“Do you want to know what it feels like to be fucked like I don’t?”
I lean over her. Grab one wrist, then the other, resting them on her lower back.
“I do,” she breathes.
I grin as I start wrapping the rope around her wrists. Making sure it ain’t tight enough to cut. I can feel her pulse hammering against the cord.
“Keep this relaxed. If you fight it, it’ll bite the skin. If you want it off, tell me.” I press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Tell me your safeword.”
She clears her throat. “Cherries.”
“Good girl.”
I stand back and take in the view.
Face down. Ass up. Hands tied. My hat just about on her head. The cherry necklace dangling toward the hay.
Fucking perfect.
I unbuckle my belt and push down my jeans and boxers. Position myself between her legs and guide the tip of my dick against her entrance.
But I don’t thrust in. I watch her squirm. Watch how desperate she is for me. Her hips rocking, trying to push back onto me. I press my hand down on her shoulder and hold her still.
“Stay still. I’ll fuck you when I decide you’re ready.”
She blows out a frustrated breath.
“Or you could beg,” I suggest.
She doesn’t hesitate. Not even a second. “Please, Hunter. Sir. Please fuck me. Fuck me like it’s the last time. Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am for you. I want your huge cock filling me up. Please.”
“Fuck!” I hiss. My hand cracks down on her ass as I thrust in hard, all the way to the hilt in one stroke. She cries out so loud it bounces off every beam in the barn.
And I don’t hold back.
I give her what she asked for. Hard. Merciless. Each thrust driving deep enough to make her whole body lurch forward against the hay.
“This what you want?” I grit out.
“Yes!” she cries.
I look down and watch myself disappear inside her, over and over. Watch her walls grip me on every withdrawal, like her body is refusing to let me go. The sight nearly blinds me.
Both hands on her hips, I guide her rhythm, pulling her back onto me as I thrust forward, making sure every stroke buries as deep as humanly possible.
Her moans have become screams that rip through the air. My own breathing is ragged, grunts tearing out of me that I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to.
“Hunter, oh my God,” she gasps.
This is so fucking hot I can barely contain myself.