“Open. Taste what you do to me.”
Her lips part, and I slide my fingers into her mouth. She wraps her lips around them like it’s instinct, eyes locked on mine, tongue swirling over the mess I made of her.
And fuck, I nearly lose it.
“That’s mine,” I say, watching her suck. “All of it. Every single fucking drop.”
She whimpers around my fingers, and I feel it in my spine.
When I pull them free, her tongue chases them like she’s not ready to give them up, and I swear to God, I’m going to come in my pants just from watching her.
“You gonna let me fuck you now, baby?” I ask. “Or do I need to make you come again first?”
She doesn’t answer. She just nods.
I crash my mouth to hers, all heat and hunger and zero restraint. She kisses me back just as hard—open and messy, our tongues sliding together like we’re already halfway to losing ourselves in it.
I pull back for just a second, panting against her skin, my mouth dragging down her throat as my hands fall to my belt. I’m too far gone for finesse. The buckle scrapes open, the zipper sticks, and I shove everything down in one rough motion—jeans, briefs, whatever’s in the way—until I’m free.
And fuck, the relief is instant. My cock’s hard and already leaking, the cool air hitting me like a shock I barely register. I need to be inside of her.Now.
Before I can even take a breath, her hands are on me—palms dragging over my chest and down my stomach, tracing the V of my hips like she’s savoring every inch. A faint smirk curves on her lips.
Then she puts her hand around my cock, fingers wrapping tight, stroking slow enough to make my hips jerk forward on instinct.
A sharp hiss escapes my throat. “Lark—fuck—”
She watches me like she’s got all the time in the world. Like the weight of me in her hand is something she enjoys, something she owns. Her thumb brushes over the head, collecting the pre-cum there, dragging it down with the next stroke like she knows what she’s doing to me.
And she does.
I brace myself with one hand on her thigh, the other gripping her jaw, just to stay grounded. My whole body’s wired tight, aching, desperate for her in a way that borders on brutal.
Her lips part like she wants to say something—cocky or sweet, maybe both—but she doesn’t get the chance.
Because I’m already leaning in, kissing her hard and filthy, swallowing whatever she was about to say.
She groans into my mouth, fingers still stroking me, and I realize I’ve never been touched like this—like I’m being wanted and teased and fucking owned all at once.
She pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips, “Are you gonna fuck me now, cowboy?”
I fucking love her like this.
A dark sound tears from my throat as I grip her waist and flip her over in one rough motion. She gasps, landing on her hands and knees, hair spilling over her shoulder, skin glistening with sweat.
I crowd up behind her, chest against her back, cock grinding right into the soaked heat between her thighs. She’s drenched, hot and slick, and when I drag my length through her folds, the noise that comes out of both of us is goddamn filthy.
She shudders. Pushes back. Desperate.
“Hands on the headboard,” I growl, leaving no room for debate.
She listens immediately—fingers curling tight around the wood, back arching, ass tipping up in a way that makes my vision blur. She’s giving it to me. All of it. Offering herself up like I’m the only one she’d ever want to take it.
I palm her ass, spreading her wide, dragging my cock through her again. The mess between her thighs coats me instantly, slick and warm. I press the tip in—just barely. Just enough to make her gasp and jolt forward.
“Look at you,” I mutter, hand gripping her ass tight. “Fucking dripping.”
“Boone—” she breathes.
