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“What does that mean for our future?” he asks once we’ve both caught our breaths.
“I don’t know. I don’t really want to go back to Kentucky. I don’t want to leave you and Sequoia already feels like my home.”
“So don’t go back,” he says easily. I sigh.
“I need to talk to my dad. I need to discuss some things with him.”
“You can stay here. I could use some help with the Dude Ranch,” he says and I look back at the horses.
“Honestly, I’m okay around the horses now, but really only when you’re close by, so it might not be the best idea for me to be in charge with guests,” I tell him.
“We can work up to that,” he says eagerly. I can’t help but smile at his puppy dog-like excitement. “You could help me with the office stuff until then. Or you could find a job in town or something. I’m just saying that you have options here, and if you need to go back to Kentucky, then I’m going with you.”
“Really?” I gasp, taken aback by how casually he said it.
“Of course. I need you more than anything, Kennedy. Where you go, I go.”
Wyatt brushes his thumb against my cheek, collecting a tear that escaped. “I love you so much,” I whisper, meaning every word.
“God, it feels so good to hear you say that, sweetheart. Now, how about I take you inside and remind you of all the advantages of being my woman?”
“Oh? And what might those be?” I tease.
Wyatt gives me a wicked smirk, his green eyes turning dark as he scoops me up in his arms. I kick out my feet, giggling as I wrap my arms around his neck.
We burst through the back door, and Wyatt sets me down, leaning me against the nearest wall. He towers over me, his earthy, spicy scent weaving its way through my cells as he leans in closer, closer, closer.
He kisses me softly at first, savoring my lips before diving in for more. Soon, he’s devouring me, spearing his tongue into my mouth and claiming me in forceful strokes. I wiggle against him, the pressure in my lower stomach almost unbearable.
I need this man in a way that should scare me, but instead, it makes the anticipation grow. I know only Wyatt can give me what I crave.
Before I even know what's happening, Wyatt has my jeans and panties off and is tearing open his own pants, clearly as desperate for me as I am for him. I still can’t fathom why this man wants me, or how he’s so patient and kind while also being devastatingly sexy. It’s not fair.
“Stop thinking so much, baby, and hop on my fucking cock.”
I moan at his filthy words and rub my pussy up and down his thick dick. Wyatt squeezes my ass and helps me angle and roll my hips against him, teasing us both. I’m right there, so close, so wet, sohungryfor him.
My core clenches and my muscles tense as my heart beats out of control. “I…I…I’m…”
Before I can get the words out, Wyatt grabs my thighs and lifts me up, pressing me against the wall and slamming home in one long thrust.
I shatter for him instantly.
“Fuck yes, baby girl,” he grunts.
I whimper and writhe and rock my hips, needing him deeper, harder, faster, more, more, more. I wrap my legs around Wyatt’s waist and dig my nails into his shoulders, clinging to him as he fucks into me over and over.
“Wyatt…” I cry out, tangling my fingers in his messy hair and ripping his head away from my neck so I can kiss him. He groans into my mouth and ruts into me, cramming his many inches into my swollen pussy in the most deliciously painful way.
He's keeping me right on the sharp edge of ecstasy, spearing me with his cock and hitting the absolute end of me with each powerful thrust. I gulp down air and bow my back off of the wall, rubbing my sensitive nipples against Wyatt's chest.
The sensation sends sharp jolts of pleasure straight to my clit, making me release a flood of wetness. Wyatt swears under his breath and buries his face in my neck, hammering into me savagely like the beast he’s become. The beast I’ve made him.
Wyatt scrapes his teeth over my pulse point, then bites down. I feel the sting of his mark everywhere, pain mixing with pleasure as he pushes me higher, thrusts deeper, and pierces my cunt again and again. My orgasm claws its way out almost violently as my screams of pleasure carve through the air.
I can’t stop coming, convulsing, crying out as Wyatt pins me to the wall and holds himself still. I feel his dick swell up deep inside of me, and I moan in expectation of his release. Right before he explodes, Wyatt kisses me forcefully, then rests his sweaty forehead against mine.
“I love you, Kennedy,” he rasps, the intensity of his words sending ripples of awareness zipping through my body. I feel his dick twitch in response, his warm releasing flooding me as I clench my inner muscles around him.
