Page 66 of Live, Ranch, Love

“You only told me to touch you, Aurora,” Wyatt states, then tugs on my earlobe with his teeth, sending chills racing down my body. “If you want more, you only need to say.”

I grit down my teeth, aware of how much he must be loving having me like this—completely helpless, unable to give him the fire I might usually throw when he taunts me. Like when we first met. Something sparks inside of me, the flames of my passion blazing.

“Fine, Wyatt, I want you to take total control of me. Fuck me rough and hard against this post until I’m screaming your name and seeing stars.”

God, that felt liberating to say.

“Jesus Christ, Aurora. That sounds fucking heavenly.”

The zip of his jeans sounds and he shifts around behind me, before he’s lifting my hips higher and running the head of his cock through my centre.

Every cell in my body sings with delight at the feel of his thick length against me, and I can’t help myself from angling my hips up to try and make him slip inside. So I can finally get what I desperately need.

But then he pulls away, and the sound of a foil packet tearing has me twisting round to see him covering himself with a condom. Which is good because at least one of us is prepared.

Still, I shake my head, rolling my eyes. “As if you brought a condom with you, that’s so presumptuous.”

Wyatt’s brows lower in challenge, a muscle in his jaw ticking, then he unexpectedly slides two fingers inside of me. My eyes roll again, this time in pleasure. “Says the girl who just told me to fuck her until she sees stars. Maybe I was only planning on a bit of foreplay.”

The pace of his fingers picks up, stroking me faster, increasing the pressure in which they glide against me. I can already feel myself getting lost in the ecstasy of it, but I force myself to stay alert, enjoying the way trying to spar with him has made him rougher in how he’s handling me.

“Yeah well I’d appreciate it if you got to it.” I purposefully push my hips back, rein tightening around my wrists, forcing his fingers in deeper. “And before you tell me to ask nicely—please, Wyatt.”

Wyatt inhales sharply, ripping his fingers away. But he doesn’t give me another second before he drives into me, hands sinking into my hips to yank me closer. Pleasure bursts inside of me, shattering my awareness of our surroundings as my body rushes to adapt to his size. He knocks my legs further apart with his feet, providing him with a deeper angle as my back naturally arches.

Giving me exactly what I asked for, his thrusts are delightfully punishing. I wrap my hands around the rein binding me, pulling on it to offer me some sort of stability amongst the waves of pleasure crashing through me. Wyatt leans down, reaching both arms around me—one hand brackets my throat gently, giving me that lightheaded rush of bliss, whilst the other plays with my clit.

“Is this what you needed, Princess?” Wyatt asks, almost growling. His hot breath blasts against my neck.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry out.

With our bodies so flush, every thrust is unbelievably deep, hitting the right spot in a way that increasingly makes my legs shake. My moans are coming out more like screams. I don’t even care how I sound—I’m just letting my body respond how it wants to. I never thought I’d feel so free during sex. But right now, I’m so lost in the pleasure and the way Wyatt fits so perfectly inside of me, that I don’t know if I ever want to come back from this.

“Fuck, Aurora, you are just so perfect,” Wyatt groans as he forces us forward, pressing me against the post and knocking his hat off my head. His hand is trapped between the post and my clit, putting even more pressure against it.

As soon as I feel my body twitch from the pleasure, I know I’m closing in on my release. I’m still stunned that Wyatt’s even managed to get me this close to orgasm without my vibrator, but I don’t let myself worry too much from fear of losing it. Instead, I focus in on the cresting bubble of pleasure low in my stomach as Wyatt continues driving into me, still rubbing my clit. I’m more aware of him grunting against my neck now I’ve gone quiet.

“That’s it, Princess,” he encourages, pressing a kiss to my shoulder, stubble rasping against my skin. The pressure builds between my thighs, stealing my breath away—I can’t let it go until I’m coming. My whole body begins to tingle as I feel the euphoria readying to surge through me. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

I cry out, his deep, commanding voice sending me over the edge. My whole body seizes up from the ecstasy throbbing through my core as Wyatt carries on thrusting into me. My vision is nothing but silver and starlight. Bliss sparkles through my veins. I’m entirely weightless.

I’m barely recovered when Wyatt groans and thrusts harder than ever into me, a shiver running through him as he finishes too. Pants dissipate through my hair where Wyatt rests his head against mine. Three soft kisses are trailed down my neck as he stands up and pulls out of me. My body is racked with the shakes, barely managing to stay up, when all I want to do is collapse onto the hay-covered floor tangled up in Wyatt’s gorgeous body.

The speed in which Wyatt manages to tuck himself away and unbind me from the post is impressive. I arch a brow at him as he saunters back over from returning the rein to its rightful place. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to use that one for horse riding now.

“What?” He asks, eyes all dark and dazed. “If I left you tied up for any longer, looking so goddamn delicious, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from going for another round.”

I’m delicious? No, he is. With his slightly swollen, still too damn kissable lips, and a sex-induced messiness of his hair. How the hell am I going to make it through the next week surrounded by people all day when I just want to be naked with him twenty-four-seven?

“I wouldn’t have complained,” I admit, biting down on my lip and relishing in the way his eyes flash, darting straight to the movement.

Wyatt slips his fingers between mine without hesitation, like we’ve been holding hands for years. The way our hands fit together feels so right, as if the spaces between our fingers were made for each other. It seems silly to think that something as small as holding hands could feel so intimate when he was literally inside of me a minute ago, but the moment still makes my breath catch.

Because holding hands does feel intimate. And the things he’s been saying, calling me perfect, beautiful, incredible… it feels deep. Enough to make my heart skip every time he does.

“I’m not saying there ain’t gonna be a second round, Princess.” Wyatt tugs on my hand, leading me outside. “I’m saying there’s a whole ranch out there to make use of instead of fucking in a stable all day.”

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