That I’d been loving her from a distance for far too fucking long.
“You don’t have anything to fear with me. I’m a patient man, Wildcat, with all the time in this god-forsaken world. Time to earn your trust and every valuable piece of you that you have to offer.” I dragged my thumb to her chin while curling my index finger underneath it.
“What is it about you, Cowboy…” Dakota’s brows creased in disbelief, the hint of a smile curling the corner of her mouth ever so slightly. “…that makes thissooooeasy?”
Leaning my face in a little closer, I tipped her chin back until our lips just barely grazed one another’s, and my forehead pressed against hers.
“Trust me, darlin’. There ain’t nothin’ easy when it comes to me.” No one, not even Trent, got to see this version of me.
To them, I wasn’t soft; I held no sympathy for any fucker who held an appointment with the barrel end of Louie. No, this side right here was the one I reserved, solely for her, andonly her.
She was my vulnerability.
Wetookourtimeunder that tree; caught up in our embrace, neither of us wanting to peel away from the other until we had no choice.
The storm had rolled in quickly and hit hard, forcing Dakota and me to hop in the truck and head back to the house. By the time we pulled up to the front porch, the rain had gotten strong enough to persuade her to stay one more night.
She was still here; still choosing me.
We barely made it out of the truck and through the front door before wet clothes were being stripped off our bodies and abandoned on the floor. Hands exploring, mouths fighting for dominance, skin heating as passion surged through our veins; the feeling of being struck by lightning.
I guided Dakota into the master bathroom and pinned her against the glass panel of the shower, a squeal leaving her lips as a cold chill seeped into her back. Reaching over, I turned the handle to start the hot water, and steam quickly filled the space, fogging the tile walls and mirror.
Dakota chuckled as my hard cock pressed into her belly, “Easy there, Cowboy. Whatever happened to enjoying the ride? Taking things slow?”
“Oh, I’ll enjoy you all night, darlin’. Don’t you worry about that... Now, spread those legs, and mount this cowboy’s saddle.” I lifted Dakota by her thighs, wrapping them loosely around my waist, the head of my dick just barely entering her pussy. She gasped as I slowly opened her up, teasing half an inch at a time.
“What if—fuck—what if I want to take the reins this time?” Her moans were so fucking intoxicating; addictive to hear. I pressed my lips against the side of her neck, and she tilted her head in the opposite direction, exposing more with a thick swallow.
“You can take ‘em in the bedroom, Wildcat, but right here, right now, I’m gonna fuck my girl up against this wall until you can’t think straight.” I plunged myself deep, her walls instantly cinching around my cock out of surprise. “Fuck me… Look at you, babygirl, already fittin’ me like a damn glove.”
If I could sink myself further, I would’ve, unable to get enough of Dakota’s tight pussy. I moved with slow-paced thrusts, letting her body stroke me as she dug her nails into my shoulder and back, hips rolling for more friction than I would allow.
“You said you wanted me to slow down and enjoy the ride. What’s got you so riled up, Cowgirl?” I couldn’t help but mock the earlier statement, having said it myself before.
“You’re being a goddamn tease, Rhy. Quit holding out and fuck me like a man.” Her words were laced with a tremble from the exhilarating build-up of desire.
“Say please. Like a lady.”
“No.” Sharply spoken through her teeth.
“C’mon, beg me for it, darlin’.” I toyed with Dakota one more time, pulling out completely just to see her squirm at the loss as I reached between us and forced her to watch me edge myself.
“Oh fuck, pl-ease…” She whimpered, legs tensing around my waist. One thorough, rough thrust was all it took to have me buried all the way to the base of my shaft.
“There we go, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” I gave Dakota exactly what she’d demanded; fucking her hard and fast, syncing my rhythm with hers as she ground her clit against me.
Already wound up like a tight fucking spring, it didn’t take long for Dakota to come, shuddering with a release that coated my dick and dripped down my thighs; the water making quick work to wash away the evidence of her pleasure.
I shifted my grip to lightly pull on her hair, a‘good girl’praise lingering on the tip of my tongue. But my wildcat was already eager for round two, ready to take exactly what she wanted.
Dakota raised a hand to grip the sides of my chin, pinching hard while bringing my face toward hers. She captured my attention, settling her breath before uttering two simple words that had my balls tightening at the thrill of their promise.
“My turn.”
Chapter 19
Dakota
