Page 34 of Rescued By the Dog Trainer

My core still spasms around his fingers as Jason pulls his hand free and sweeps his broad arms under my thighs, lifting me straight up against the timber doorframe. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, my dripping core resting right against the searing head of his shaft.

"Wrap your arms around my neck." His order comes out low against my throat as his voice turns dark with raw heat. "Hold on tight."

I lock my arms around his neck as he aligns his tip with my pulsing opening. He drives all the way inside me with one heavy push to bury himself to the hilt while my walls contract around him.

A breathless cry tears from my mouth as my walls stretch to envelop his full length. The physical impact is staggering—a blinding wave of heat that burns through years of hyper-vigilance in a single second. The cold room, the storm outside, the ache in my knee—all of it vanishes under the searing reality of his hard body buried inside mine.

"Fuck." A rough groan tears from his chest as he cups my bare ass, pinning me up against the wall. "Don't stop. Give me all of it."

"More." I press my face into his neck, my heels digging into his thighs as I meet every relentless thrust. "Please... fuck me harder. I need to feel you."

"Hold on." His teeth graze the sensitive curve where my neck meets my shoulder, marking me while his thumb reaches down between our bodies to find my swollen clitoris, rubbing in tight circles as he drives into me.

"Yes." My head falls back against the timber wall, my heels locking around his hips as the friction of his thumb on my clit and his heavy cock filling me drives me wild. "Fuck... yes... harder... just like that."

The wood of the doorframe creaks behind my back. Heat radiates off his skin in thick, intoxicating waves. He drives into me with a desperate, passion-driven cadence that leaves no room for restraint as his hard thrusts hit my G-spot with every deep plunge.

My nails dig into his shoulder blades as the coil inside my core tightens to a razor wire. The pleasure is sharp and overwhelming.

"Look at me when you come." His breath rasps against my lips as he lifts my chin with his hand while his thrusts accelerate to a pounding pace.

I open my eyes and stare into his burning gaze just as the dam shatters.

A sobbing cry tears from my mouth as intense spasms ripple through my core, my slick walls milking his shaft in violent pulses.

A low roar breaks from Jason's chest. His rhythm shatters as he drives deep to the hilt while his entire body shudders over mine as he comes hard inside me, holding me pinned against the timber wall.

He carries me to the narrow bed without pulling out, lowering us together onto the three thick wool quilts as our ragged breathing fills the quiet room.

He rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of his chest. The storm continues to rattle the windowpanes, but the firelight casts a warm glow across our tangled limbs. Jason's heavy arm rests flat across my waist, anchoring me to his body. His skin is damp with sweat, radiating a solid warmth that soaks into my side.

"That was..." My breath rasps against his neck, my voice a soft whisper as I rest my chin on his bare shoulder. "Jesus."

"I hope that was way better than your hand." A breath of laughter breaks from my lips as I reach down between us, my palm cupping his semi-hard length.

"Not even close." His low chuckle rumbles against my cheek as his hips flex into my palm. "You've been keeping me up nights since the day you got here."

"Are you up for round two?" I grin into the firelight, my thumb rolling over his crown as he thickens against my palm. "Or do you want me to use my mouth first?"

"You're going to be the death of me." A dark groan tears from his throat as his hands slide to my shoulders to guide me down his chest.

Sliding down his chest, I drag my skin against his as cold air hits my back. I close my fingers around his shaft, lowering my head until my breath warms his crown.

I take the head into my mouth, my tongue swirling over the damp tip before I slide him deep into my throat.

A ragged groan breaks from Jason's chest while his fingers tangle in my hair as his hips lift off the quilt. I love the sound of him unspooling under my hands—the raw thrill of driving this stoic man out of his mind. He gets hard as iron in my mouth as his crown pulses thick against my tongue while I stroke his length and suck him deep.

"Fuck." His grip tightens in my hair, pulling my head back before he loses control. "Up here. Right now."

He hauls me back up his chest, rolling me onto my back under him as he shifts between my thighs. My core is still sensitive and slick from our first encounter. He pushes inside me slowly, inch by inch, watching my face as he fills me. Every thrust is deliberate, deep, and intimate.

"Look at me." His whisper comes out thick as he laces his fingers through mine, pinning my hands to the quilt above my head while he moves inside me with a steady rhythm.

I wrap my legs around his waist to meet every deep stroke as our gazes lock together in the firelight while the emotional weight of unspoken longing crashes over us. We shatter together—a deep release that leaves us gasping into each other's mouths as our bodies cling together under the heavy blankets.

Afterward, he pulls me flush against his chest and draws the wool quilt over both of us as our breathing slows to a quiet rhythm.

I rest my cheek against the muscle of his chest to listen to the steady thud of his heart.