Page 34 of Call Me Yours (Lodestar Ranch #4)

I opened my eyes and looked at her. Fuck, she was pretty, all that creamy skin and the dark cloud of her hair, her baby bump curving over her thighs.

She sat back on her heels and stared up at me with pale green irises that didn’t hold a hint of hate.

With her eyes locked on mine, she lifted my cock to her mouth and pressed a slow kiss to the tip.

My control shattered. I grabbed fistfuls of her hair and pushed my cock between her sweet lips. When she gave a satisfied hum, the sound vibrated straight through my dick and up my spine. My body clenched as I dragged my cock from her mouth, then plunged in again with a snap of my hips.

Fucking hell, her mouth was heaven.

Her tongue swirled around the head and flicked the frenulum.

My eyes rolled back in my head and my hands tightened in her hair.

She made an eager little sound that damn near had me coming right then and there.

Her hands slid from hips to my ass and she grabbed hold, pulling me deeper into her mouth.

“Fuck, shit, goddammit, princess.” My voice cracked on a stream of curse words. “I’m going to come.”

That only encouraged her. Her mouth moved further down my cock. She was swallowing me down like my dick was her last meal. But I didn’t want it to end like this. I wasn’t done with her, and if after tonight she was done with me, I needed to make it worth it.

It took everything I had, but I gently pulled out. “Not like this,” I murmured. I swiped my thumb over her swollen lips and then helped her to her feet. “Please let me fuck you. I have condoms, and I was tested. You’re safe with me.”

She looped her arms around my neck and rolled onto her toes so her mouth was a breath from mine. “No condoms. Just you.”

“Chloe,” I said achingly. My forehead dropped to hers. “Are you sure?”

“I can’t get more pregnant,” she reminded me.

“I’m so fucking turned on right now, I might get pregnant,” I muttered nonsensically.

She laughed and pressed her mouth to mine. The scent of her strawberry shampoo was all around me. My arms banded around her waist, and I lifted her off her feet. Her bump nudged against my abdomen. And why, of all things, was that what made my knees turn to jelly?

I backed her up until her knees buckled against the mattress and eased her onto her back. She wiggled backwards a bit and propped her heels on the edge, her thighs wide enough to give me a view that made my mouth water.

She stretched her arms behind her and touched the wall. She arched her neck to look behind her and gave a little laugh. “Why did you choose this tiny room? You’re a big man. Do you even fit in this bed?”

“It’s cozy,” I said. “I like it.”

“Hm.” She cocked her head, desire all over her face as she looked at me. “Come here,” she ordered.

And because she fucking owned me, I went.

“You want me?” I roughed out. I wondered if she heard the uncertainty in it, the neediness. I fucking hoped not.

Her gaze locked on mine. “I want you, Steven. So damn much.”

I groaned and ran my thumb down the seam of her pussy, feeling her clench and tremble beneath me. She was so wet already. I pushed my thumb inside to verify and found her drenched.

“Fuck, princess. You’re soaked. What do you think I should do about that?” I licked my lips, staring down at her. She stared back at me, looking messy and delicious, and god damn , I wanted to taste her.

But Chloe had other ideas and was already reaching for my cock. “I think you should fuck me. Now .” Her hand wrapped around my shaft, her fingers not touching. “God, you’re thick,” she muttered. “How did I get this into my mouth?”

I couldn’t stop a snort of laughter. “You’re talented that way.”

She swiped the head of my cock against her silky core. My eyelids fluttered and I dropped my chin to my chest on a heavy exhale.

“Steven,” she said. “Now.”

I pushed into her, slow and steady, inch by inch, filling her up until I was balls deep in her sweet body, my arms braced on either side of her ribcage. She lifted a leg and wrapped it around my back, bringing me impossibly deeper.

“Chloe,” I groaned.

She ran her hands up my arms, squeezing my biceps. “You’re trembling,” she whispered.

I couldn’t answer. All I could do was kiss her, feel her, breathe her in. I pulled out as far as she would let me, loving the way she resisted, her heel digging into my ass like she couldn’t bear the separation, and then pushed back inside.

“Is this okay?” I panted. I glanced down at her bump. “Am I hurting?—”

“Harder,” she commanded.

I pulled out again, and again she resisted, and slammed back home. My body shook as she clenched around me with a wanton moan. Every point of contact between us feels like a spark. The brush of her belly against my happy trail. Her calf against my back. The side of her breast against my thumb.

I fucked her hard, my eyes locked on her face, watching her for any sign that it was too much.

But all I found was hunger for more, so that was what I gave her.

Her moans pitched higher, her pussy tightened around me.

Thank fuck, thank fuck, because I was so close I was in danger of needing a distraction like reciting football stats, and I didn’t want a damn thing pulling my attention from her.

Now I wasn’t the only one shaking. Her thighs vibrated and her hands moved restlessly across the bed, searching for something to hold onto. I leaned forward, still keeping my weight off her belly, so that her soft breasts ghosted against my chest.

“Hold onto me, princess,” I murmured thickly.

Chloe Adams never did a damn thing I told her, but she did this. She clung to me, pressing quick, desperate kisses to my throat, and that made me go even harder, even faster.

“Steven,” she cried, her whole body going rigid, her pussy pulsing around my cock, sending me straight over the edge with her.

I groaned into her hair as I emptied myself inside her. The relief of it…fuck. I damn near collapsed on her but had just enough sense left to twist to my side and land on the bed instead. I lay there completely limp and sated, trying to catch my breath.

Her hand flopped to my head, and she sifted her fingers through my hair.

“That,” she said softly, “was delightful.”