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“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered as he sucked my clit between his lips and flicked it with the flat of his tongue. Three fingers shoved in alongside his tongue, stretching me again, curling viciously, and I was already climbing toward another orgasm so soon it felt impossible.

“Give it to me,” he growled into my pussy, his voice muffled and savage. “Come all over my tongue, baby. I want you dripping down my chin when I finally sink back inside this tight little cunt and fuck you again.”

I broke a second time, thrashing and sobbing beneath him as my thighs clamped around his head so tight I probably left bruises. He didn’t stop, though, he just kept licking me through it, drawing the orgasm out until my body trembled uncontrollably and I was nothing but a wrecked, gasping mess.

Then, with a low, satisfied growl, he flipped me over, manhandling me onto my stomach in one effortless move that had my breath catching all over again.

“Ass up,” he commanded in a voice laced with that dark edge that made my pussy clench in anticipation.

I obeyed without thinking, dropping my face to the mattress, arching my back deep as I offered myself to him like a sacrifice…open, aching, desperate for whatever he’d give me.

He didn’t make me wait.

Big hands gripped my hips first, yanking me higher, then one slid down to spread my cheeks wide, exposing every slick, trembling inch of me to his hungry gaze. A growl rumbled from his chest as cool air hit my soaked skin, and then his tongue was there, dragging from my dripping pussy all the way up to my ass, claiming every forbidden part of me with a groan that vibrated through my core.

“Fuck, baby,” he said hoarsely. “You taste like me. Everywhere.”

Before I could catch my breath, he straightened behind me, the other hand guiding his thick cock to my entrance. Then he slammed home in a single brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep, stretching me open so completely that a sharp cry tore from my throat, and my fingers clawed the sheets.

The broken bedframe rocked violently, the headboard slamming the wall with every punishing stroke. He wrapped my hair around his fist, yanked my head back until my throat was exposed, and fucked me like he was trying to imprint himself on my soul.

His free hand snaked around my hip, and his thick fingers zeroed in on my swollen clit, rubbing it in fast, ruthless circles that made wet, squelching sounds echo with every thrust.

“You feel that, baby?” he gritted against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine as his hips snapped forward harder, pounding into me so deep my knees skidded across the sheets. “This greedy little pussy was fucking made for my cock. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else—stretch you out, fill you up until all you crave is me breeding you raw just like this.”

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even breathe right. Pleasure coiled vicious and tight in my belly, sharper than before, bordering on too much, too good, until it hurt in the best way.

He shifted his angle suddenly, driving even deeper, the fat head of his cock dragging over that spot inside me that broke me every time. I shattered a third time, screaming into the pillow as my pussy clamped down on him in endless, milking spasms, squirting around his shaft while I thrashed and sobbed from the intensity.

“Fuck—yes, that’s it,” he cursed filthily, his rhythm faltering as my walls sucked him in deeper. “Milk me, Sienna. Take every drop.”

Then he was coming again, slamming deep and grinding hard, roaring my name as his cock pulsed thick ropes of cum inside me, flooding my pussy until it overflowed, hot and sticky, dripping down my thighs and soaking the sheets beneath us.

“Mine,” he growled again through gritted teeth as his hips continued to jerk like he was trying to push it deeper. “I’m going to keep you full of me. You’ll be leaking me for days. I’m obsessed with you.”

CHAPTER 32

SIENNA

We finally collapsed sideways, still locked together with his cock buried deep inside me, his chest plastered slick and heaving against my back as tremors wracked us both. His free arm locked around my waist like an unbreakable steel band, fingers splayed possessively over my stomach, holding me flush against him as if letting go for even a second might shatter everything.

I melted into him, my pussy still fluttering around him in aftershocks that made him groan low against my neck. His teeth scraped the bite mark he’d left earlier, soothing it with a slow lick before he nuzzled into my hair, inhaling me like I was his oxygen.

“Fuck, Sienna,” he rasped, his arm tightening until I could feel his heartbeat thundering against my spine. “You took me so perfectly. Like you were fucking made for me. You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”

I shivered at his praise, clenching around him without meaning to, and he cursed under his breath as I stared at the moonlight slicing across the wrecked sheets. The realization came quietly, settling in with a certainty I couldn’t shake.

This was more than just fun.

It was more than scorching, no-holds-barred, bed-breaking sex while my car got fixed. It was more than a perfect memory I’d take with me to California, something to replay in the dark when I was lonely, fingers between my legs, remembering the way this cowboy had taken me apart piece by piece and put me back together wrong in all the right ways.

It was more than all of that, because somehow he was helping me to fix something I’d spent years believing was broken.

Sterling’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, his cock still half hard inside me, like even now he couldn’t bear to leave my body. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, grounding me in the aftermath.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured, his voice rough from all the growling and roaring he’d just done. “Talk to me.”

I swallowed hard, my throat thick with emotion I hadn’t expected. My fingers traced lazy patterns over the tattoos on his forearm, and I turned my face into the pillow just enough to hide the sudden burn in my eyes.