Page 115 of Stay Wild Darlin’

“Good fucking girl,” he snarled, leaning over me, panting against my ear. “Fuck me with that perfect ass.”

Dalton slammed into me, and I screamed, my mouth open wide against the sheets, drool spilling from the corner as my ass stayed high in the air.

With one hand, he gripped my ass, spreading me wide so he could watch every inch of his cock disappear inside me, glistening and soaked from how hard I was dripping. He brought the other hand down brutally.

Crack.

My skin lit up, the sting sharp and biting.

Smack.

I cried out, back arching, thighs trembling.

“You like that?” he snarled. “You like being my fucking bull? Bent over, broken in, letting me ride you till your legs give out?”

“Yes,” I choked out. “Please, ride me— break me.”

He didn’t wait. Grabbing my ass, he slammed me back onto him.

“Fucking hell,” he hissed. “You ever seen a rider tame something this wild? I’ve ridden monsters, sweetheart, but none of ’em gripped me like this sweet little cunt.”

I sobbed into the sheets, but it wasn’t pain that made me cry—it was hunger.

He reached under, found my clit, and started rubbing tight, brutal circles as he continued to fuck me.

“You come without permission, I’ll spank you.”

“I— Dalton— I can’t⁠—”

“You can.” He leaned down, teeth dragging across my neck, hot breath hitting my ear. “You still want more, don’t you?”

I nodded frantically, hair sticking to my face, legs shaking.

“Say it,” he barked, cracking his hand down again.

Smack.

I jolted, gasped, hips jerking back on instinct, greedy for more. “Yes! Yes, I want it. Use me. Ride me like I’m yours.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Look at this fucking ass, bouncing with every thrust like you want me to break you in half.”

He slammed into me again, harder, then grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up off the bed, chest arching, nipples dragging against the sheets as he bent low to snarl in my ear.

“You’re not the one in charge, little bull. You’re mine now. You were made to be tamed. And I’m not stopping until you’re nothing but a wrecked, ruined mess leaking all over these sheets.”

He didn’t lie.

His thrusts turned savage, wet, slapping echoes filling the room. He spit down my back, and it trailed between my shoulder blades as he pounded into me.

“Push back,” he growled. “Fucking take it. Show me this body was built for me.”

I shoved my ass back, meeting every stroke.

He fucked me like it was the only thing that ever mattered, and through the sweat, the tears, the sting of his palm, and the brutal stretch of his cock, I didn’t just come undone, I offered myself to him.

“You want me to fuck you until you’re coming so hard you forget your name?”

I sobbed out a yes, clawing at the sheets. My body was on fire, heat pooling so deep I couldn’t hold it.