Chapter Nine #2
His expression is downright feral as he pulls back to look at me. "Jesus," he groans, pushing my tits together before brushing his thumb over one hard nipple. "I want to fuck these."
My core ignites, setting my veins on fire.
"Do it," I gasp.
His wild eyes meet mine, one corner of his lip lifting. "You're tempting a desperate man, Sunshine, just offerin' yourself up for the taking like that."
"I am yours to take," I whisper.
"Jesus." He pinches my nipple, watching the pleasure roll across my face. "I'm going to ruin you tonight, baby. Might even plant my kid in you."
I shouldn't love the way that sounds—my life is nowhere near put together enough for a baby—but I love it anyway.
"Do it, Walker," I breathe, taunting him…daring him. "Give me your baby."
He roars like a wounded bull, whatever restraint he had vanishing. He doesn't carry me to the bed so much as tosses me toward it. I land on my back with a bounce.
Before I even settle, he's on top of me, driving me back down, covering my body with his.
His mouth closes over my breast, his teeth raking my nipple.
"Walker!" My back arches from the bed, a current of pleasure shooting straight to my clit.
He bites me again, soothing the sharp sting with a swipe of his tongue. And then he does the same thing to the other breast—back and forth until I'm sobbing beneath him, pleading wordlessly for more.
I nearly come unglued when he hooks a hand into my leggings, dragging them down my legs in a way that's all power and greedy need. Within seconds, I'm bare beneath him and spread-eagle on the bed.
"Look at you," he rasps, his eyes locked on my pussy. "Look how fuckin' pretty."
Part of me wants to slam my legs closed and hide from him. The other part wants him to keep looking at me just like that forever. That look on his face is damn sexy.
"Didn't eat dessert tonight, Sunshine," he murmurs, his gaze flicking to mine. "You going to be a good girl and let me eat you?"
"I…yes."
"Good." His lips quirk. "I've been dreamin' about it. Can't fucking wait to have you comin' all over my face."
"Oh God."
"Walker," he says.
I meet his gaze, a question in mine.
"You say my name, Letty. I'm the one in this bed with you. That's who you scream for. Walker."
"Walker," I whisper.
The satisfaction blazing in his eyes is so damn worth it. So is the way his grip tightens on my thighs, pushing them wider.
"Go wild for me, Letty baby," he breathes, dipping his head.
I don't go wild. I launch into a whole new stratosphere when the tip of his tongue touches my clit. And then I go even higher when he growls, burying his face in my pussy like he wants to drown in me.
He eats me the same damn way the cowboys eat every meal—like he's starving. Like he's going to gorge himself on me.
My hips lift from the bed, his name breaking on my lips. I grab fistfuls of his hair, just trying to hang on as he licks me and then fucks me open with his tongue, using it like a cock.
His sounds mix with mine, greedy growls and reverent curses blending with my whimpers and moans somewhere near the ceiling in a carnal aria I want to hear forever.
I buck hard against his face. He just growls louder, locking my thighs apart and eating me until I can't even see straight.
I shatter, the orgasm ripping through me so quickly, I lose track of everything. The world condenses to the hot, wet press of his mouth and the name I scream into the room—his name.
He doesn't stop. He licks me through it, letting me ride every last ripple and quiver, my hips jerking helplessly.
Just as I start to come down, thinking I might survive, he slaps his hand down, landing a sharp, stinging smack right on my clit. And then another and another. The bite of pain and the intense jolt of pleasure knot together in a way that's entirely new and so fucking good.
The second orgasm detonates like a lightning strike, leaving me convulsing beneath him, screaming soundlessly.
"Look at you," he growls, his voice thick with awe, pride, and raw want. My body is still trembling when he peels himself up from between my legs, his beard wet, his jaw set, and his eyes feral black.
Without a word, he shoves his jeans down with one rough hand, freeing his cock with a savagery that should scare me, but it doesn't. All I feel is reckless, wild need.
He's huge. I'd noticed when I was grinding all over his cock, but looking at him through the haze of my own undoing…it's like seeing a mountain for the first time. The sight sends a new wave of heat through me, the ache greedy and desperate.
"I told you I'd fuck my kid into you," he grits out, his voice almost a warning, almost a prayer. "I meant it, Letty."
"Yes," I gasp, my own hands shaking as I reach for his shoulders, his neck, any part I can claim as mine. "I want it. Walker, I want it so bad."
He stretches over me, bracing on his forearms, his cock dragging through my juices before lining up at my entrance.
For a moment, he holds himself there, pressing just the thick head in. The stretch is simultaneously too much and not nearly enough.
He rests his forehead against mine, his breath hot, and waits.
"Tell me you're mine," he says, not quite begging, but close. "Tell me that I get to keep you."
"I'm yours," I say, and I mean it with a terrifying certainty that reaches down into my bones. "Keep me, Walker. Please."
He slams into me in a single, devastating stroke.
I scream. It's not words, just sound, all sensation and loss of self.
He doesn't move at first, letting me adjust, his hands cupping my face like he doesn't know whether to kiss me or worship me.
"Jesus Christ, Sunshine," he rasps, his hips twitching as he pushes deeper, filling me in every sense of the word. "You feel like fuckin' heaven."
"Walker," I whimper.
He pulls out, slow, torturous, then drives back in harder.
My legs lock around his hips, my ankles digging into the small of his back. Every thrust leaves me breathless. Every time he pulls almost all the way out, he leaves me starving for more.
I arch up, my nipples grazing his chest. The friction is so damn good I want to cry.
He kisses me, like he's trying to taste the sobs and whimpers he's wringing from my mouth. Our tastes mix on his tongue, driving me higher.
He sets a punishing rhythm, fucking me like he means to imprint himself on every cell in my body. I can't do anything but hold on, my nails raking his shoulders, desperate for more.
"I'm going to put a baby in you," he snarls in my ear, his voice all rough edges, like gravel. He pins my wrists above my head, his mouth hot on my neck, his cock splitting me open again and again. "You want that, Sunshine? You want me to fuck my kid into you?"
The words are like a match tossed on gasoline. My whole body tightens, an orgasm tearing through me so hard I sob his name. I don't even recognize the sound. It comes from somewhere deep down, somewhere I didn't know existed.
I scream his name, clawing at his shoulders…just trying to survive the onslaught of pleasure.
He loses it when I bite him. My name rumbles from his lips in a broken groan, his cock pulsing inside me, hot and thick, flooding me.
He holds himself deep, grinding against my clit, his hands clamped so hard around mine I almost can't feel anything else.
He's breathing like he's just run a marathon, his head tucked against my throat, his body shaking.He's wrecked, and more beautiful than he's ever been.
"Mine," he pants against my throat. "You're mine."
"Yes," I whisper, because it's true. Because it's what I want, too.
We stay like that for a long time, tangled together, him still inside me, floating back to earth together.
Eventually, he rolls us so I'm sprawled across his chest, my body limp and boneless. His hands stroke up and down my back, slow and reverent.
"You okay, Sunshine?" he mutters, his voice rougher than ever.
"Yeah." I blink, feeling a weird ache in my chest. It's not sadness or worry or anything like that. It just feels…full. In a way that it never has before. "I think you broke me."
"No." He curves his hand around my jaw, angling my head until our eyes meet. "I didn't break you, baby. I'll never do that."
I believe him.