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Chapter twenty-nine

Roping Champion

Mason

“It’s not that easy.” Her gaze darts to the side as her fingers light on my chest.

My hips snug against hers. “I know. But I don’t want you to go, either.”

I want to say more, but I don’t know if I should, so I let my lips talk for me. Pressing them against her soft mouth, I tilt her face up so I can fully taste her.

She’s my sun, and I want to wrap her to protect her from the dark thoughts I know that are plaguing her.

They’re torturing me as well.

Losing myself in the flick of her tongue and the sweet flavor of the honeyed tea she had with dinner, the outside world fades from importance.

It’s just her running her burning hands up my ribs.

The tethered locks of her golden tresses fall free with a tiny tug on the tie, framing her flushed cheeks in the dim light of the barn.

“In fact…” I let my words trail off as I reach past her to grab a lead rope hanging on the wall. “Maybe I should tie you up in here so you can’t leave.”

A smile teases up her tear-streaked cheeks. “Yea? That’d get messy after a while.”

I loop her wrists in the nylon line, stretching her arms across the gate.

Her green eyes widen as she watches me begin to unbutton her navy blouse. “Don’t worry, I know how to keep a stall clean.” I pull the ends from where they’re tucked into her jeans, exposing her smooth belly and bright yellow bra.

My cock battles against my zipper in its need.

“That makes me feel so much better.” A grin dances across her lips until she gasps as my teeth pull one of her taut nipples loose from their binding.

“Mmhmm,” I groan against her pale skin. “You’d be trapped to be ravaged by me daily.”

Deftly unhooking the clasp in the back, her breasts push into view.

The dark tan of my fingers is a stark contrast kneading them as I take turns sucking and biting on the hardened buds.

“Just once a day?” Her breathy whine is a heady wine, begging me to drink her up.

“Oh no.” I kiss my way down her belly while my fingers find the button of her jeans. “Every moment. I’ll have to keep you tied up like this because your legs will be too shaky to hold you.”

Tugging down the denim, I drag her matching yellow panties with them.

God damn, she’s gorgeous.

And mine.

My palm spreads over her abdomen as I kneel in front of her. I wish I could see her swollen with child. Full of a life shared between us.

I know she’ll be a wonderful mother someday. The thought it could ever be with anyone but me makes a fire rage deep in my guts.

How can I convince her to stay without scaring her off?

“Put those legs on my shoulders, baby.”

I know how.

By making her scream.

She can’t muffle her moans when I dive my mouth against her hot pussy and find her hard clit, already swollen and wet for me.

Teasing circles around it draws panting cries as her head thrashes over the wooden rail.

I’ve learned the little tricks that she loves. A fast, long lick before pushing my tongue into her quivering entrance, then back up to a fluttering suction makes her thighs shake against my neck.

I play the instrument of her cunt like a world class musician, stroking and teasing to draw out the melodic chant of her voice, repeating my name.

Faster, I caress my tune along her soaked center until I can hear the whimper tinging her words.

“Mason…please…I-I…oh!” Her hips gyrate against my mouth.

Slicking my fingers, I push two deep within her as she arches, thrusting her into a symphony of screams as her climax of a finale spasms through her.

She has me aching for her, but I don’t relent.

Working her juices further, I slide my pinky into the tight hole of her ass, keeping the rhythm of my plunging arm.

“Oh, shit!” She tightens her legs, rolling her pelvis against me.

She rarely swears.

Her filthy slip almost makes me come in my jeans.

“I think you like that. Give me another, baby.” I add my ring finger to fill her, two in each, then tongue lash her into another shuddering orgasm.

Weak, she hangs from her arms, sweat dappling her hair to her forehead and cheeks.

She has the glow of content on her flushed face.

I’m tempted to claim all of her holes tonight.

My leaking cock is arguing though. I can’t get her pregnant if I shoot my seed there.

“Mason, I had no idea.” The back of her head thumps against the hollow wood.

Working my way up her body, I drop my zipper and free my hard on to the cool night air.

“You’re my perfect girl, taking what I give you and getting off on it.” Cupping one of her full breasts, I tease her nipple with the flat of my tongue, reveling in the goosebumps that dimple the skin around it. “One of these days, I’ll own every piece of you.”

Fuck, I want to bite the lines of her throat. Put a glaring red mark that leaves no question who she belongs to.

“You will?” Her heavy-lidded eyes widen with an emerald shine. “How?”

Watching her bite her lip as I sink into her has me almost losing control.

With a groan, I pull almost all the way out and plunge back into her. “I’d fill your mouth—” My teeth find her earlobe and her moans grow faster with each stroke of my cock burying into her tight pussy. “—and then, I’ll fill your little…virgin…ass…” I accentuate each word with a driving plunge.

Jesus, I’m so close already.

She does this to me.

Squeezing my length so tightly it feels like my balls are going to burst.

“I want it,” she cries out, her chin lifting to the sky as her hips rock against me.

“Not yet,” I pant. My hands grip her waist so our bellies slap.

I can feel her body beginning to vibrate and her heels dig into my thighs.

“When?” Her back arches, sucking me deeper within her shuddering pussy.

“When you choose to stay.” I can’t hold out.

Heaving away from the gate, she screams out into the barn as the vise of her walls contracts, milking my spurting cum from me in hot, agonizing waves.

I didn’t want to tell her, after she’s carrying my baby.

That I want every drop planted deep in her womb.

A new beginning with her is all I can think about. It’s all I dream about. The life that I want with her is dangling before me, but wisps just out of reach.

Telling her might make her stay.

Or, it might scare her away.

I know how terrified she is to live like her mother, riding the rollercoaster of loves and losses.

That isn’t what I want.

So, I’ll have to show her by being patient.

Riding through her bucking and balking until she learns to trust me.