Page 130 of Lassoed Love

He moans softly at the taste, murmuring, “So sweet. Perfect.” Xavier grabs the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and our lips meet in a hungry, passionate kiss.

He murmurs against my mouth, “Taste yourself,” before guiding my hand to his cock. “Feel what you do to me,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. “This is all yours.”

“Mine.” I moan against his mouth.

“Damn fucking right, baby. Forever.”

He trails kisses down my jawline, trailing further onto my neck, before sucking onto the sensitive skin there, no doubt leaving a mark. Fuck it. I’m too aroused right now to care about a hickey.

“I’m a patient man, but when it comes to you, I’m a goner.”Oh my.

“I need to fuck you.” He growls. “No, I need to fuck myfiancé.”

Bloody hell, it seems now I’m impatient too. I waste no time, seizing his cock with a firm grip, a low moan escaping my lips. He groans in response, his desire mirroring mine. I love hearing the word, fiancé slip from his lips. And to think that soon, I’ll be hiswife. I give him a few pumps and he meets each movement with a thrust of his hips.

His breath swirls against my skin. “You have no idea how much I need you, Isla.”

I tilt my head against his, my hand moving to cup the back of his head, holding him tightly to me. “I need you, too,” I whisper.

Abruptly, he stands, his cock leaving my grip as he grabs a fistful of my hair—tilting my head to look up at him. “Get on the bed. Now,” he commands. “Spread those legs for me.”

“Anything for you, cowboy,” I murmur with a smirk, before hopping on the bed and doing as I’m told. He swiftly sheds the rest of his clothing before joining me on the bed, hovering above me. I lift my thighs, wrapping them around his midsection.

“I love you so much,” he whispers.

“Say it again?” I urge, craving the reassurance.

“I fucking love you, Isla Mitchell,” he declares with a smirk. His words wash over me like a warm embrace. “And I’ll say it again, and again, and never get tired of it.”

My heart swells at the mention of his last name—Isla Mitchell. It sounds like music to my ears, resonating with a sense of belonging and love. At this moment, I realise he’s not just giving me his last name. He’s giving me a home. A new family of our own.

His mouth finds mine, soft and gentle, as he lines himself up and slowly pushes into me. Our lips part, gasping against each other, as we hold eye contact, and the sensation is incredible. He maintains a slow, steady rhythm, our bodies moving in sync. Then he shifts, leaning up on his elbows to gain better leverage. His pace quickens, and he uses more force.

He circles his hand around the base of my throat, completely lost in the moment. He pounds into me, almost punishing, my titsbouncing with every intentional thrust.

Xavier continues his relentless movements, grinding and rolling. Everything feels heightened, and I feel my eyes roll back into my head from the pleasure. He fits inside me like a glove, gliding against my walls in the most incredible way.

He tightens his grip on my throat, and I whimper with need. Leaning down, he takes one of my nipples in my mouth. Fuck, fuck, I’m getting close, and I know he is too, because his breathing quickens.

“You feel so good,” I cry out—I can feel my body begin to quiver and shake.

“Fuck, Isla. I’m not going to last long,” he groans before pulling out and flipping me around so I’m on my stomach, lying flat. He grabs a pillow from beside him and slides it underneath my stomach, so my ass is propped up in the air.Oh. This is new.It’s like doggy-style butdifferent.

A sharp crack echoes in the room as he slaps my ass cheek, sending a sudden jolt of pain through me—but fuck, it feels good. He repeats the action on the other cheek, this time with even more intensity.

“I fucking love this ass.” He lets out a loud, deep groan, then grabs a handful of my ass, giving it a playful shake so it jiggles in his palm. I laugh softly, the sound mingling with his own.

Then, with a fistful of my hair, he positions himself behind and plunges in deep.Oh. My. Fucking. God.This position is just… he seats himself so deep—I swear I can feel him in my stomach. I cry out in pure ecstasy.

“JesusChrist,” he groans, but doesn’t move. I need the friction, like rightnow.

“Xav?” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“Yeah, baby?” he responds, his voice strained.

“I need you to fuck me hard, right now. Please.” He chuckles at my admission. This is not a laughing matter now—this is serious. I rock back onto him, craving his touch, urging him to move.

“Fuck, but you just feel—” he begins, but I cut him off.