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Brad couldn’t be more wrong for me, and yet more perfect all in the same breath. The way his roguish hair falls across his eyes, the hungriest of expressions ignites his hooded gaze. With each stroke and press of his fingers, he keeps reminding me to breathe and to relax and it’s like he’s drugging me in the best possible way.

My body sinks back into the bed with how incredible it feels.

“Oh my god.” I let out a shaky gasp when he gently presses forward, breaching me with a single finger and gradually working deeper.

“Jesus. Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut. “You’re the tightest fucking thing, baby. Goddamn.”

We lose track of time as he takes care, being so attentive to my every flinch and response to the way he’s working me. I could melt beneath his velvety, deep voice. The fact that he adds more lube, builds up to two fingers. It’s so overwhelming and full feeling already.

I have no fucking idea how he’s going to make this work. But I trust him.

My lips buzz and limbs tingle as any discomfort eases and melts and turns me into even more of a puddle for him.

“Please. Please, Brad. Oh fuck.” I’m mumbling. Begging. Fists clenched in the sheets as I writhe with pleasure. Trying to encourage him deeper becomes my only goal as he scissors his fingers until I’m seeing stars.

Finally, with a groan, he relents. He carefully removes his hand and strokes a thorough coating of lube over himself before shifting his weight forward. I can’t help the needy sound that bursts out of me when I feel the plush head of his cock slide through my seam—oh god, the size of his swollen tip feels like it’s gonna be impossible to take—and he nudges forward.

“Give me your eyes. Stay with me, okay?” His words reach into my chest, warming my blood further, soothing my racing pulse. “Christ, you’re so fucking perfect.” Brad looks down, eyes drifting over where I’m almost fully hard again between us, and my knees pushed against my chest.

“I need you—I need you inside.” There’s nothing holding me back from outright begging.

“Just relax … We’re moving slow … Keep breathing … All you gotta do is bear down on me … Let me take care of you.” He talks me through every step. Inching forward. The moment the crown of him slips inside, we both gasp. This is absolute ecstasy, the smooth glide of him, the heat of our bodies. Who would even fucking know there was snow on the ground outside? My blood is a raging wildfire.

His hips work, ever so gradually. Pushing forward slowly, drawing back slightly, before slipping a little deeper. Methodically dragging me to the brink with every torturous inch he glides further inside.

“Fffffuck. You’re gripping me like a fist. Holy fuck,” Brad pants, dampness coating his forehead and hair. He’s never looked sexier. “Baby, you feel incredible. Christ, you take every inch like a goddamn dream.”

As he says it, his hips sink forward, driving that final, unbelievably pleasurable distance. Fitting our bodies together, we both let out dark grunts of relief.

My head tips back. I can feel him everywhere. It’s so full. So hot. I’m just entirely consumed by everything about this cowboy and his perfect, pretty cock.

“The goodest fucking boy,” he murmurs. “My good boy.”

He eases back, then sinks forward, testing a thrust, and my body lights up with fireworks. A guttural noise escapes me.

“More. Holy fuck. More.”

It’s the last word I can coherently form. Brad lets out a string of curses, reverentially giving me every sweet and sinfully wicked word of praise as he fucks me into the mattress. He’s the perfect balance of rough and tender, sending me spiraling on wave after wave of pleasure.

His cock bumps a spot inside me that leaves me gasping for air. My length throbs, lightning shoots right through to the base of my spine.

“Oh god. Oh god,” I mumble, struggling to focus on him, trying not to simply explode at the first hint of his steady thrusts grazing my prostate.

“That’s it … Come for me, you beautiful fucking thing. Show me how good you can be. Show me just how perfect this ass is when you’re filled with me.” His words turn me upside down and inside out. “Show me.” Thrust. “How much.” Thrust. “You love.” Thrust. “Taking my cock.” Thrust.

I’m done for.

The surging wave claims me. My cock jerks and explodes all over my stomach, splashing up my chest and onto Brad, as our bodies slap together. I’ve completely flown out of my head as he buries himself deep and grunts.

I feel him. I feel everything. Everything turns searing hot as his load shoots inside my ass. As he marks me and claims me and throbs in the act of filling me.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

And I think I’ve fallen head first, tumbling straight into this man.

CHAPTER 15

Someone alert the sheriff, because I’ve found myself in deep peril.