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At the sound of his name, he began fucking me.Hard.His powerful, punishing thrusts didn’t let up, and we didn’t break eye contact. Our sounds echoed throughout the forest, and it was the most natural thing in the world to me.
Here, in the middle of nature, he was claiming me in the way I needed to be claimed. He was fucking me in the way he needed to fuck me.
I was his good girl.
As my climax began to peak, my legs shook. With a growl, he kissed me, and when he pulled away, he pressed my head against the tree. His lips found my ear, his teeth grazing against my skin as his animalistic grunts filled it.
“Maybe I should leave you here, tied to this tree, ready for me to fuck you whenever I want,” he growled. His words and the picture they painted in my mind caused me to let out a guttural moan.
“Yes!”
“Mmm. You like that, don’t you? You like the idea of being my little cum slut.”
My pussy began to tighten around him, and I whimpered. His other hand sank between my legs to flick my clit. My entire body twitched but his steady thrusts didn’t let up. We were slick with sweat, but I never wanted to stop.
“Say it,” he ordered gruffly, his finger circling my clit.
My head fell back against his shoulder, and I turned to face the column of his neck. “I love you.”
“Again!”
Thrust.
“I love you,” I wept, my body ready for release.
Thrust.
He stayed planted in me, his voice rough as he said, “Scream for me, Enchantress. Let every single soul, dead or alive, on this mountain know that you belong to me.”
With that his fingers worked faster as he fucked me again. My cowboy didn’t stop thrusting as I clamped around his length and my orgasm took over. He didn’t stop when my eyes closed and I saw stars. He didn’t stop when I screamed his name. He didn’t stop when his hand fell away from my clit and his arm banded around my waist. He didn’t stop when my legs gave out. Instead, he pressed my limp body against the tree, held me up, and fucked me like a madman.
“Denver!” I cried.
“Never stopping, baby,” he hissed.
“Smoke, please! Please!”
“You begging for my cum, baby?” he taunted. A second later, my arms were dropped, tingles spreading throughout them as feeling returned. I was hauled away from the tree, breathless and sated.
He wasn’t done with me, not by a long shot.
I was on my back again. He yanked my legs apart, hooking one of them over the crook of his arm before he thrusted into me. I gasped at the new position, my hands going to his biceps. My eyes closed, my pussy quivering around his length, ready to give in to him again. Ready to submit to him again.
“Look at me,” he ordered gruffly.
When I did, I saw it. I sucked in a breath as the smoke in his eyes cleared, revealing his broken, tired soul. My soul called to his, and something flashed in his eyes. I knew it then.
He loved me too.
“Denver,” I whispered.
“Valerie,” he whispered back, his deep voice trembling for me.
He pulled out and snapped his hips, filling me again. He moved slowly, taking his time. The world around us fell away, and nothing else mattered besides him. Our damp bodies were pressed together, and I wrapped my tied hands around his neck. There was a bond between us, and perhaps it had been there from that first moment. We were drawn to each other. I could lie to myself and say I wasn’t coming back to his ranch every dayfor weeks,not caring whether or not I saw him.
The truth was that every single morning I woke up in that hotel, I hoped I would get to see Denver Langston again, that I would get a glimpse of the eye I was currently staring into. I wrapped my other leg around him and moved my hips up to meet his thrusts. My body was spent, but I wasn’t done with him either.
“There she is,” he rasped. “There’s my good girl.”
