Page 126 of Stay Wild Darlin’

My entire body jerked violently, back arched so high the ropes dug into my skin. My mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

A hot, sudden gush of liquid shot from my pussy, spraying across his face, splashing his chest, his abs, soaking everything in its path. It came in pulses, like my body was convulsing from the inside out, each contraction squirting more, flooding his mouth and chin. It hit his cheeks, dripped from his jaw, spilled down between my ass and thighs, soaking the sheets beneath me.

Dalton groaned low, his mouth still open, tongue dragging up through the stream, licking the taste of me straight off my skin as it kept pouring out.

“Oh my god— I— Dalton, I didn’t mean to, I’m so⁠—”

He pulled back and locked eyes with me, his face completely drenched, lips shiny and red.

“Never fucking apologize for making a mess.”

He gulped down everything I gave him, not missing a drop, not slowing once.

“You think I didn’t want this? Fuck, baby—this pussy squirting on me? That’s what I live for.” He slid his hands up my soaked thighs. “You ever see a bull rider hesitate before he mounts?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer.

He grabbed me and flipped me onto my stomach in one fluid motion. My bound arms pressed tight against my back, rope digging deliciously into my skin. I gasped, legs sprawled wide as he shoved a pillow beneath my hips to angle me upward.

“Didn’t think so,” he muttered, kneeling behind me. “Because once we’re in that chute, baby, there’s no backing out.” He gripped my ass and spread me open. “You ready? Because I’m about to ride this sweet pussy like it’s the championship round and I want God, the devil, and everyone in the stands watching when I make it mine.”

With one brutal thrust, he slammed into me. I choked on a moan, face buried in the sheets as he bottomed out. Skin slapped skin, the sound sharp and wet, and his balls slammed against my soaked folds with every thrust.

He reached for the rope at my chest and hauled me up, forcing my spine to arch. The pressure on my shoulders made my breath hitch and made the whole thing deeper.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, holding me like that while he rutted into me.

My knees trembled, rope digging into my wrists, caught somewhere between pain and pleasure.

He slipped one hand down, sliding under my belly until his fingers found the slick mess between my thighs. “Look at this,” he grunted. “So wet you’re flooding the sheets.”

His hand cracked across my ass once, hard enough to sting, and I cried out, walls fluttering around him.

“You gonna squirt all over this cock again?”

I whimpered as the orgasm crawled up my spine like fire.

“Fuck—fuck—I’m gonna fill you. You feel how deep I am? That’s where I’m gonna stay—where all my cum’s going.”

With a final, guttural sound, he drove in deep, balls slapping hard, his hips pressed tight to my ass as he came. Cum spilled inside me, pulse after pulse, filling me to the brim.

“Fuck, look at that,” he murmured, pulling back to watch his cum drip out of me.

He thrust again.

A deep, sudden slam of his hips that punched the air from my lungs.

I screamed, body jolting forward, tied arms straining against the rope as my entire body seized.

“Fuck— Dalton,” I gasped, trembling.

The pressure inside me hit all at once. That tight, desperate coil deep in my belly snapped again, but this time it wasn’t an orgasm.

It was a flood.

My body spasmed as another hot gush of liquid sprayed out of me, splashing against his thighs, his abs, the soaked sheets. It poured down my legs in a hot rush, soaking us both as I squirted uncontrollably.

“Fuck yes,” he snarled, grabbing my tied wrists and hauling me back against him again, keeping his cock buried while I shook through it. “That’s it.”