At Whit's End (Wells Ranch, #4)(118)

But she did. I wasn’t letting up until her body contracted and relaxed with a stilted moan.

Now she’s letting my hands free, and I can’t be blamed for what I’m about to do.

The second the rope hits the floor with a thunk, my palms are gripping either side of her jaw, pulling her in for a kiss. My cock presses against her, and the simple feel of her skin is so intense I hiss under my breath.

Pushing the skirt of her dress up, I grab a handful and bunch it in my sweaty hand, exposing her from the waist down. She’s so fucking beautiful, and I’m the lucky son of a bitch who gets to love her the way she deserves.

Never taking my hands off her, I back her against the wall, and she winces at the discomfort of rough wood planks on her skin. But it’s only temporary. Seconds later, my ass stings when she slaps it, and she sinks her claws into my flesh to urge me forward.

Her leg slings around my hips, and she steals every last bit of air from my lungs with her kiss. I need to feel her pussy gripping my cock like a fist. And since the first time she let me come inside her, I’ve been overcome with an insatiable need to pump her full of cum every fucking day.

Still holding her dress up and out of the way, I drop my other hand to my shaft, fisting it from root to tip a few times while the tip nudges her drenched clit. My lips ghost over her cheek and press to the shell of her ear.

“I need…” Right next to my ear, she inhales sharply through her teeth, giving my ass another firm squeeze. “You have to fuck me. Right now.”

Just me and her, everything else melts away, and her hips lift to guide my cock. One slow drag between her soaked pussy lips has it wet enough that, despite my best efforts to linger—to tease—it slips right in.

I gasp.

Relief and torture in the sexiest package.

“Fuck.” I nip at her lobe. “I missed this.”

“I missed you,” she whispers back.

With slow, methodical movements, I fill her over and over. My free hand touches every bit of skin I possibly can in this position. She moans softly in my ear, and I place gentle kisses on her neck as I rock us toward another orgasm.

Whit’s cool hand skates down my chest, slipping between our stomachs, and I know the exact second she makes contact with her clit, because her pussy contracts around my cock and an intense bolt of pleasure makes my stomach muscles convulse. Whit clings to me, succumbing to the pleasure and relying on me to keep her from drowning.

“Oh God,” she pleads.

Pitching my hips back, then forward to plunge every inch inside her, I nearly come from the sound of her moan.

“This tight pussy…I’ve been dreaming about it, Whit.” I fill her until she’s gasping—not enough room in her for both my painfully hard cock and a full breath. “Dreamed about it every.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Night.” Thrust.

Placing my forehead on hers, I let out a shuddering breath to calm myself down. Right now I want to make love. And aggressively shoving my dick as far inside her as I can isn’t that. But her fingers are only working faster over her clit, and her greedy cunt has an unbearably tight hold on me.

“Colt—I-I…” Her head tips back to loll against the wall. “Fuck me. Hard. Show me you know how to make me come again.”

When her eyes meet mine, I refuse to make her ask twice. She’s my future wife, and I’ll be damned if I don’t give her every single thing she wants. Now she wants to come.

I slowly pull out, instantly regretting it and eager to bury myself deep inside her again. “How do you want it, honey?”

Her chest heaves as she looks around, considering her options.

“Did you like the rope?” she asks, grabbing my dick and guiding me across the room. I’m anxious. Excited. And a little afraid I might jizz all over the goddamn floor from the control she has over my cock right now.

“I did.”

Noticing hesitation in my voice, she asks, “But you want to touch me, don’t you?”

“So fucking badly.”

“Hrm…since you did so well when I rode your face.” There’s a terrifying glimmer in her eye, and she scoops the rope off the floor, looping it around to make handcuffs with an ease and quickness that has a jealous lump in the back of my throat.

As if she can read my thoughts, she pins my wrists together in front of my body and binds them while saying, “I’ve never done this with anybody. I should’ve mentioned that earlier but…if it’s uncomfortable at all or you aren’t into it, you can tell me, okay?”

“I’m really fucking into it. I told you I want to do whatever you tell me to.” Balling my hands into fists, I test the strength of her knot with a quick tug. “Shit, you should get into calf tying.”

She laughs. “I think I’d rather you be the only animal I tie up.”

Fine by me.

She ducks under my arms, bringing our bodies close again, staring into my eyes as she swirls her index finger through my light brown chest hair. A look and a touch that has a marriage proposal teasing the tip of my tongue.

My bound hands glide their way down her spine, settling overtop of her tailbone.

“If you want to come, you only touch the parts of me I approve—got it?”

Before I can respond, her hand’s wrapping around my cock and giving a gentle pull. My hands immediately fight to touch any part of her, clinging to the scrap of dress fabric I’m able to pinch from my awkward positioning. She kisses my bare shoulder, stroking my shaft until my breathing becomes uneven once again. My entire body tries to buckle underneath me, my brain is whirling, and I have to repeatedly remind myself to breathe.