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John

H aving a boner on horseback in the freezing cold wasn’t my idea of a good time.

And a few hours in the saddle hadn’t cooled my passion. If anything, thinking about Claire at home without me made it worse, since I started daydreaming about what I’d do to her when I got back.

I got home after midnight, and the house was dark and quiet. I went upstairs to our room, hoping to find Claire ready for action.

She’d left the door open a crack, and there was a candle burning on her bedside table…but she was fast asleep. Lying on her stomach, red hair fanned across her back, tucked under the bearskin blanket. She’d obviously tried to wait up for me and failed. I couldn’t help smiling a little.

I kissed the top of her head and snuffed out the candle, then headed for the shower. I washed up quickly before climbing into bed. I’d told myself I wouldn’t wake my sleeping fiancée, but as soon as I felt her warm body near mine and realized she was naked under the covers, all bets were off .

I was firmly in thinking-with-my-dick territory, and there was no turning back.

I positioned myself over her on my hands and knees, then started kissing her neck. She stirred, and I gently blew into her ear and nibbled her earlobe.

“John,” she mumbled. “What time is it?”

“Late,” I answered, kissing along her jaw. “But you and I have unfinished business.”

Her eyelids fluttered, and she let out a sleepy groan as I slipped a hand underneath her and cupped her breast. I teased her nipple, grinding my palm against it.

Her back arched, and she rose automatically to my touch, making my cock harden.

I slid my other hand under her and teased her other nipple, too, until she was writhing under me.

“Thought about you all night,” I said as I peeled the blanket off her, exposing her beautiful body.

Claire sighed. “I thought of you, too. Wanted you.”

I pressed myself against her back as I slid my hands back under her tits. She squirmed and moaned, and eventually, I couldn’t help myself. I slipped one hand lower and found her cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed in her ear, my cock pulsing against her bare ass. “You’re wetter than I thought you’d be.”

“I…took care of myself,” Claire said, breathing heavy. “Before I fell asleep.”

Fuck, that’s hot.

I pictured her, hand between her thighs, stroking herself to thoughts of me, of us. Getting hotter, getting closer, until she tipped over the edge with my name on her lips. It was enough to make me ache with the need to fuck her wet little cunt until she begged me to let her come again.

“Is that right?” I murmured, and she gasped as I bit her neck. “Couldn’t help yourself, sweetheart? Needed to come so bad that you couldn’t wait for me?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered as I licked away the sting from my bite. “But I need to come again now. Please.”

She knew that begging was my weakness. I loved hearing her plead with me for more, and it was hard to resist. But I was distracted .

“Tell me what you thought of while you were stroking that pretty clit, hmm?” I said. “What made you come. Then maybe I’ll consider making you come again.”

Claire took a shuddering breath. “Thought of you coming home and taking me roughly. Fantasized about you using me for your pleasure. Knowing I could make you so wild for me that you’d just take me.”

She had no idea.

“Baby,” I huffed in her ear, “you want me to make your fantasy come true?”

She shivered, then said, “Yes, please. I need you to touch me.”

“Hmm,” I hummed against her throat, pleased. “I would, but…since you started without me, you’ll have to wait till I get my fill.”

She groaned in frustration, then yelped when I bit her neck again, harder this time.

“I know my girl wants to please me,” I said in her ear, rubbing her hard nipples with my thumbs. “I know she wants me to use her however I want, until I’m satisfied. Doesn’t she?”

Claire whimpered again, then said in a small voice, “Yes, John.”

Her submission made me fucking feral. My hands moved to her hips, and I hauled her onto her knees. Even in the dark bedroom, where I could only see her outline, she looked damn good on all fours for me.

I slipped two fingers into her throbbing cunt, and she gasped as I gave her a couple slow pumps.

I made sure both fingers were coated with her wetness, her come, before pulling them out.

She didn’t groan this time, just made a small sound of disappointment that made me grin.

I enjoyed making her wait almost as much as pleasing her.

Kneeling behind her, I leaned over her and pushed my wet fingertips against her lips.

“Open for me, beautiful,” I ordered. “Taste yourself. Show me how good you can suck.”

She hesitated for a second, but then obeyed. At first, she took them up to the second knuckle, sucking her wetness off my fingers. I pushed in gently, urging her to take more, and she moaned. She let me work them all the way into her mouth and started sucking hard, squeezing her thighs together .

“Such a good girl,” I said. “You like tasting yourself? You see why I’m addicted to you and your pretty cunt?”

She gave another muffled moan around my fingers in reply, and I couldn’t wait anymore. Keeping my fingers firmly in her mouth, I used my other hand to line my cock up at her entrance.

“I say you’re a good girl,” I said, “but you did start without me. So, tonight, I’m going to fuck you the way a bad girl deserves to be fucked. To remind you who you belong to.”

She squealed as I shoved my cock into her. Her slick cunt squeezed me, pulling me deeper, and I couldn’t help but groan. As soon as I bottomed out, I started to fuck her the way I needed to—hard and fast, like a goddamn punishment.

Claire’s cries around my fingers turned me on like nothing else. I could feel her pulsing around me, and I knew her clit must be aching.

“You liking this, gorgeous?” I panted. “You like being used for my pleasure?”

“Yeah,” came her garbled reply. “Oh, God, yeah.”

“You want me to spank you like you deserve?”

Her response was muffled, more a sigh than a word. “Please.”

I drew my hand back and delivered a hard spank across her ass, and she cried out.

It only made me want to keep going. I spanked her raw, until her skin was bright red and hot to the touch.

Until my hand ached. She never wanted me to stop—my sweet, dirty girl.

Instead, she made more helpless, high-pitched sounds as I rutted into her like I owned her…

because in that moment, with my fingers practically down her throat and my handprint across her ass, I fucking did.

“Gonna come, baby,” I gritted out, right at the edge. “Gonna mark you as mine.”

She whimpered in response. I abruptly pulled out of her, grinding my cock against the soft flesh of her ass, and groaned uncontrollably as milky-white come sprayed across her pretty skin.

Panting hard, I withdrew my fingers and kissed her shoulder, then sat back on my knees. In the dim light from the woodstove, I could see my come marking her, and it satisfied me on some lizard-brain level.

“You look so fucking good wearing nothing but my come,” I said, and she sighed as I easily slid two fingers inside her. “Do you like being marked, baby? Knowing you’re mine? ”

“So much,” she replied softly, her voice edged with need. “Please make me come now. I want to come like this, on my knees.”

The desperate note in her voice was irresistible.

I pumped slow and deep, the way I knew she liked, and she moaned loudly.

I savoured the sounds she made, the way she felt around my fingers.

She gasped as I used my other hand to stroke her clit, then leaned into my touch.

“Lay your head on the bed, sweetheart. Good. Stay just like that. Let me admire you, covered in my come, while I give you pleasure.”

Claire arched her back and pumped her hips, fucking herself on my fingers. I added a third finger, and her breath caught before she let out another primal moan. With her red hair in her face and her pale, perfect ass in the air, she was the sexiest sight. After denying her, I craved her pleasure.

I let her keep moving her hips while I stroked her clit and listened to her moans get rougher, more guttural. She wasn’t quiet—she took what she wanted, and I loved every second. Watching my reserved, somewhat shy Claire let go of control and give herself over to pleasure was hot as hell.

“I’m so close,” she whimpered, shaking her head restlessly against the bed. “Harder.”

I thrust my fingers into her more forcefully, enjoying the wet sounds they made.

“You’re my beautiful, brazen little fucktoy, hmm? Eager to be used whenever I need release?”

“Oh fuck, John,” Claire panted. “Yes. I need it so bad.”

“Dirty girl,” I growled. “Come for me. Now.”

I pressed hard against the tender, ridged spot inside her, and she finally came apart. She buried her face in the bed and cried out, riding the wave on my fingers, her hands curled into fists around the bedsheet. Sweaty, unrestrained, and gorgeous.

I got up to grab a damp washcloth, then cleaned the mess I’d left on her ass. She collapsed onto the bed, weak and rosy-cheeked, eyes still glazed from orgasm. I got into bed and pulled her into my arms.

“Was that what you wanted?” I asked. I stroked her ass gently, soothing her skin, which was still warm to the touch.

Claire sighed, resting her head against my chest. “Yes. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

We lay there quietly, recovering .

“I’m going to hate myself in the morning,” Claire eventually said with a groan, hiding her face in my shoulder.

I kissed the top of her head. “Get up and feed the chickens, then take a nap. I’ll do the rest with Kimmy.”

“You were just patrolling,” she replied, accusatory. “And you have another night shift tomorrow. You need your sleep.”

“Isn’t that what death is for?” I asked with a grin, and she nudged me.

“Don’t joke about that. I’m serious. You need to take care of yourself. You’re too important to risk.”

In a world that was always demanding more of me, Claire was the only one who really stopped to look after me, who worried about me.

“Okay,” I said, snuggling closer to her. “But don’t work too hard.”

I fell asleep holding her close.