Page 10 of Marked by my Protector (Inked and Possessive. Rugged Mountain Ink #3)
I press the back of her head deeper onto my cock, listening for the slight little gag in her throat as I push her in too deep. “Good girl. Take all of me. Get it deep in that pretty little throat.”
She sucks harder and faster, her tongue now tangling with more precision as she gets used to the feel of it in her mouth. My gut clenches and I grip her hair, pulling her up off her knees before I explode.
“This is a bad idea, little girl. I’m not thinking straight.”
“Yeah?” She grins and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I can never let another man touch you ever again. I’m thinking I want that little pussy coming undone around my cock. I’m thinking I have to make you mine.” The words come out in a growl as I lean into her shoulder and bite, leaving dark, red marks on her skin.
She whimpers against the touch, and I reach between her legs, sliding my fingers into her soft, soaking folds.
“Oh, you like this? You’re so wet for me.”
Her cheeks pink and she nods playfully, though she’s gone silent as I press into her tight little core, aching to own her.
“Do you want to come on my cock, little girl?” I groan low, scraping my teeth against the lobe of her ear.
She nods sweetly, and every bit of inhibition I’d been holding back releases all at once like a horse without its reins.
I lay her back on my flannel, amidst the stalks of dry corn and the hum of fiddles still going strong.
Her hair fans out, catching bits of sunlight that sneak through the gaps.
It’s another perfect image, one I stop to memorize before sliding one leg up over my shoulder and sinking into her soft, warm, soaking slit.
I enter slowly as I watch her mouth fall open with a tiny whimper.
“You okay?” I stop all movement and stare down at her sweet face. Cheeks blazing, teeth dug into her bottom lip, body writhing as her gaze locks on mine.
“Yeah, just… you’re huge. It’s a little painful.”
“You want to stop?”
“No,” she pants. “Keep going. I’ll get used to it.”
My heart pounds heavy as my jaw clenches and blood rushes into my ears. I’m half animal. Maybe more than half. Either way, I’m a man possessed with need. A man possessed with an ache to own, protect, and cherish this woman until every breath I’ll ever take has left my lungs.
I press into her deeper, nostrils flaring as I scrub my thumb over her soaking clit.
She rocks and squirms against me, desperation in her hips. “Oh God, don’t stop!”
“You feel how hard you make me?” I thump into her faster. “Look me in the eye, baby girl.”
Her hooded gaze meets mine, and it’s so fucking perfect I nearly explode.
Fuck!
“Come on, give me all that come. Soak my cock. I want to hear you moan.”
“Oh God,” she sighs, squirming up against my dick. “I’m gonna…”
“Tell me you’re mine!” I growl out like an animal that’s hungry and desperate. “Say it!”
Her face contorts as her thighs tense around me. “I’m yours!” she shouts, as moan after moan spills from her lips into the early afternoon sun.
A breeze rustles through the stalks we’re laying in. I watch her red lips expand, listening to the noises she makes, and sink into her tiny, little pussy one last time before I explode inside of her.
The world goes dark and spins slowly as I fill her up.
“Good little girl,” I grunt, thumping into her over and over.
“Fuck. You feel amazing.” I kiss her ankle, brush my hand against her smooth leg, savor the wind on my back, and cherish the sound of her sweet little sighs as I give her the last of me, then collapse next to her in the field of corn as we stare up at the dark blue Colorado sky.
“That was perfect,” she whispers, the tip of her finger tracing the lines of the mountain tattoo on my arm.
“I mean it,” I groan. “I know you want to be free, but I can’t let you go now. I don’t know what I’d do without you. The last few days have been… perfect.”
She turns her head toward me, her voice barely louder than the breeze as she says, “I think with you, I am free.”
This moment is perfect, or it would be if the weight of everything I haven’t said wasn’t pressing down like a lead weight. I want to be the man she sees. I want to deserve the way she looks at me. I want to tell her who I am, and hope to fucking God it’s enough.
“What do you say we ride home and make dinner together? I really need to talk to you about something.”
She smiles sweetly. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’m pretty starving now, anyway.”
My stomach clenches at the sweet way she agrees, at the reality of what I’ve just done, at the thought of losing her after I finally open up.
I kiss her head and stand, stomach tight as I help her up. We both dress, then I haul her up onto my shoulder, gripping her thighs to keep her steady as I stride out of the cornfield with the prettiest, sweetest girl on the mountain.
A girl I don’t deserve.
She giggles, fists tapping at my back. “Put me down, caveman!”
“No way,” I growl, half teasing, half serious. “You’re coming with me.”
The horses come into view, calm against the fading light. I’m already picturing tossing her onto the saddle and riding out of this town like we’re in some outlaw fairytale.
Then she screams. It’s not a playful scream. It’s a real, genuine, heart-stopping scream. And all at once, without another word, I know what she’s seen and reality sinks in.
For a second, I had the whole fucking world.
Now, I’m fucked.