At Whit's End (Wells Ranch, #4)(82)

“You’re so fucking pretty.” I stare up at the woman of my dreams.

Pretty doesn’t feel big enough.

But how can I begin to explain the way looking at her is like taking the deepest breath of mountain air with the warmth of the sun on my face? I guess I could say that; I could tell Whit that the sight of her is better than the best summer day.

“My boobs are…I don’t know.” She crinkles her nose, looking down at where I’m massaging her. She laughs under her breath. “Worn out.”

“Fucking perfect. That’s what they are—you are.”

Where she’s been all my life, I don’t know. But tonight she’s mine. And I intend to keep it that way forever.

Her breath hitches when I slowly pull my hand from her pussy and slip my soaked fingers into my mouth. The taste of her overwhelms my senses, and I moan as I suck my skin clean. I sit halfway up, flames zipping across my abdomen, and hold her tits together in my hands so I can lick both nipples at the same time.

With a gasp, her head lists forward, and she tightens her fingers around my cock, inching herself closer to it. I’m happily suffocating against the warmth of her chest, sucking and licking and kissing her nipples with frantic need, when I feel the slick heat of her pussy lips hug the length of my cock.

All the air punched from my lungs, I curl into her with a raspy, “Oh my God.”

She teases the both of us until we’re panting in sync, whimpers and heavy, wanton breathing the only sounds. Her pussy lips wrapped around my cock. The tight squeeze of dainty fingers at the base. The frenzied rub of my cock head against her clit. She uses me like a toy.

I’m fucking aching, my dick’s all reddish-purple and angry looking, tender to the touch, and in desperate need of relief.

“Fuck. Please just…just let me put it in, only for a second.” I look down to watch her grind against my hard cock as if she’s reliving the night after the bar. When the head of my cock presses to her clit, more pre-cum drips onto my stomach, and I’m ready to bargain my life away so I can end this misery. “I’m begging. I need something before I bust. Just the tip. Or suck it again. Anything.”

“Oh, is this too much for you? Feels too good?”

My nod is aggressive and pathetic, and I don’t care.

The tip slips inside during one of her slow, taunting drags. Pleasure builds instantly, charging through my veins. In a panic, I toss my hand over my mouth to prevent a loud moan from barreling from my chest.

We’re frozen, the head of my cock on the receiving end of her contracting muscles, working to milk me fucking dry before I’ve even had the chance to sink into her.

Whit slips a little deeper with a frustrated rasp. “Sorry, I…just the tip is harder than I thought.”

When she lifts back up, I fist my shaft and my fingers stroke where our bodies connect.

“Honey, I can’t…” I pant. “I can’t take it anymore. I’m—holy fuck—I’m going fucking crazy here.”

“You can say no.” Whit brushes her pinky over my eyebrow. “But do you want your reward to be fucking me bare?”

My eyes must look crazy, because Whit immediately lifts off me, and the cold breeze that follows sends a tremor to wrack my entire body.

“W-wait.” Sitting up, I grab hold of her wrist before she can crawl across the bed to her nightstand. “If you’re…if you want to. I haven’t been with anybody in…” My cheeks heat. “If you’re on birth control…”

Her nostrils flare. Her teeth tug on her bottom lip. “Don’t worry, you won’t knock me up.”

“Then come here.” I pull at her wrist, urging her back to me.

She prowls toward me, once again taking up residence between my thighs. Honestly, that’s her real estate now. She owns every part of me.

I get into a crunch position to hold her flushed face in my palms, kissing her slow and deep.

Her hips roll and lift above me like an ocean’s waves. She’s becoming desperate, panting and clawing at my chest, and her lush green eyes, blown out with lust, lock on mine. I push a haphazard lock of hair away from her forehead. My cock nudges her entrance, coating itself in her wetness again, and Whit slides inch by inch down the length of me.

We trap each other’s moans with a kiss, and a ripple of tension moves over my aching balls. My fingers catch in her hair, and I rock up into her with a ragged exhale. I didn’t know anything could feel this good.

She straightens her back, grinding her wet pussy on my lap, keeping a tight grip on my cock. Her hair falls around her shoulders, and it looks gold-flecked in the soft glow of her lamp. And goddamn, the bouncing of her full tits. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Holding tight to either side of my waist for balance, she lifts and slams back down into my pelvis.

“Shi—fuck, oh my G—”

Whit slams a hand over my stammering mouth and blows heavy exhales from flared nostrils.

Trapped under her palm, I struggle to mumble, “Honey, fu—I’m gonna come.”

Whit leans in close to my ear. “Know what would be even better? Don’t come.”

Clutching handfuls of her perfect ass to guide her up and down on my lap, I whine, “How is that better than coming?”

The hurricane in my balls slows when she raises her hips, and my cock slips out entirely. Cold and lonely, it flops against my stomach. So unbelievably hard it reaches to my belly button, painting our combined arousal across my skin.