Page 4 of Sweetie Pie (Wildwood Construction)

Colt

Satisfaction roars in me like a fucking beast. My woman is limp and flushed, her long dark hair sticking to her forehead and her pink cheeks.

And she’s never been more beautiful.

Her glazed, soft brown eyes stare up at me. “Wha?”

I slip up until I’m covering her body and I’ve got all those soft curves spread out under my hands.

My fingers pluck at her little pink nipples barely hidden in her sheer bra.

“I think we’re done with this,” I growl and then I tug and pull at the back clasp until it’s undone and her heavy breasts fall into my palms, the soft weight perfect in my hands.

She gasps and her head goes back again. My mouth comes down on her tight little nips and she whimpers when my teeth rake the sensitive skin. She tastes like the finest wine. Ambrosia on my lips.

Her hips move restlessly and I growl under my breath, pushing my hips into her until she can’t move. “Look at you going crazy for my cock. You’re so pretty when you fucking need me.”

She groans and whimpers but never says a damn thing that makes any sense.

“How do you feel, Mags? Good? How much do you want me to take this little body?”

Her blazing amber eyes lock on mine. “This much.” Her little hand wraps around my cock and both of us moan. My eyes squeeze shut tight. I grit my teeth to keep from blowing like a fucking teenager with his first girlfriend.

Her hand tightens and slips along my thick shaft and a greedy light plays in her pretty eyes.

Then my heart stops in my chest when she sits up and pushes me over. “Are you alright?”

Terror streaks inside me when I think I might have hurt her, scared her.

But she climbs on top of me and then slips down until her rosy pink lips are suspended right over my aching cock, her warm breath teasing the head.

“Oh fuck!” I groan, my hand shredding the sheet when she leans over and her dark hair curtains the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

The woman of my dreams slipping her soft little lips around my aching cock and sucking like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted. She moans and the vibrations sink into my spine until my balls draw up and the tingle in my spine shoots straight out, looking for a place to let go.

I grasp her jaw lightly, firmly peeling her off my throbbing member. “I’m not coming in your mouth the first time. I’m coming in that tight little pussy.”

She flushes and her whiskey eyes look away, her white teeth sinking into her lower lip. “You know that I’ve never done this before. I might be really bad at it.”

Snorting, I roll back over her and line my cock up with her slit. “Not possible.

She slaps wildly at my arm. “Wait, wait! condom!”

Flushing guiltily, I reach for my pants pocket and pull the little foil packet out. “Sorry.”

Her smile is a jolt to my system. Every damn thing she does is perfect.

That smile trembles slightly when my cock head parts her lower lips and she hisses slightly.

“Tell me if it hurts too bad or tell me to go slow. Whatever you need, sweetheart.”

Her lips fall open and she gasps, panting lightly.

“You’re so fucking tight, Mags. Dammit, you feel fucking perfect.” I know that there’s no way in hell I’ll ever forget this moment. I’ve got the woman of my dreams here and I’m sinking into the depths of her, feeling her close around me, tight and wet and just….perfect.

There’s no other word for her.

I bottom out inside her and I grit my teeth, struggling, sweating, fighting to keep from driving into her like a crazy man.

“Colt?” she whispers. My head comes up and I’m lost in the shine of her soft eyes in the dark. “Move. Please.”

That’s all it takes before I lose what little control I have and slam inside her over and over again.

Her body goes stiff and then she meets me thrust for thrust. Every stroke of my cock meets the tightening pull of her inner muscles and her slick heat.

Over and over I push inside her and feel that quickening, tightening of my body as my spine tingles, my balls draw up tight and my whole body freezes over top of her.

“Oh fuck!” I groan and then I empty my seed in the condom, thrusting like a wild animal. It takes a moment for me to even realize that she’s thrashing wildly on my cock and the silky pulses of her body set off a blast of fireworks in my belly that shoot another jet of my seed.

I pull out and lie there, fighting to take a deep breath, gasping for air and praying that this feeling never ends.

Because there’s no way in hell I’m ever letting her go now. This woman was made for me.

I’d even let her brothers beat the shit out of me for touching her. As long as they understand she’s not going anywhere.

I curl around her and toss the used condom in the trash can by the bed. She sighs and nestles her gorgeous ass into my hips. My poor fucking cock stirs but I grind my teeth.

Get the fuck down, fucker. She’s sore and tired. Let her sleep before you defile her again.

I close my eyes and settle her backside against me, sighing. Her lightly-perfumed skin heats as my hand rubs her arms, her back, anywhere I can reach.

She stretches languidly but then her body goes limp slowly as she drifts off to sleep.

I lean down and press my lips to her delicate, rounded shoulder. “I love you, Mags.”

I don’t know whether I’m happy or sad when she doesn’t answer. My eyes close again and I lay my head on her shoulder, taking a deep breath of her soft skin and falling asleep finally, with the scent of her all around me.

Stretching happily, I grunt and slowly open my eyes, reaching out for the soft feel of my love’s skin.

But all I find are the hotel sheets.

Sitting up quickly, I glare around the room like she’s hiding in the bathroom or something.

But her clothes are gone and the sheets feel cool where she was lying when we went to sleep and I know that she’s gone.

My heart constricts and then I roar wildly.

“There’s no fucking way, Mags! You’re not getting away from me that easily.”

But when I go across to her room and bang on the door nobody answers.

My heart breaks as I lean my palms on that fucking barrier between us.

Then I stand up straight and head for the elevator. An older lady squawks when I step on it with just my lounge pants on.

I don’t even bother looking at her. Nothing matters but finding my Maggie.

The receptionist is luckily not the one I bribed last night. The woman eyes me warily.

“Can you tell me whether the woman in 212 checked out?”

She’s shaking her head before I even finish. “I’m sorry, sir. If she’s not in your party, I can’t tell you anything about her whereabouts.”

I close my eyes, breathing in slow and steady. Then I open them and I hope she can see how much this means to me.

“That woman is mine. I’ve been in love with her forever and this was our first trip.” I don’t tell her that I stalked her.

“I’m sorry.” This time I can see the sympathy in her eyes. “I really am.”

“Thanks anyway.”

I turn away and then run back upstairs to grab my clothes. I know what her damn car looks like and where she’s parked. I can find her myself.

It takes one look to know that she’s gone. She left me. She told me one night and obviously she meant it.

The hell with that. It’s time to get home and let her know that she’s not getting rid of me that easily.