Page 83 of Wild Ride

“Oh, I know it’s not funny, but fuck me, you’re cute as shit, baby.”

She narrows her eyes. “Don’t say stuff like that when I’m mad.”

I press my lips together to hold in my laughter but fail because my shoulders continue to shake as my eyes search hers in amusement.

“Seriously, this isn’t funny,” she snaps again.

Moving toward her, I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest again, then touch my lips to the top of her head and kiss her before I rest my chin there. “Can’t leave me, baby,” I murmur as I look out at the mountainscape in front of me.

“Can’t I?” she asks.

Shaking my head once, I focus my attention back on her. “No, you fucking cannot. You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go. Not fuckin’ ever.”

Before she can respond, I slam my mouth against hers. Kissing her hard and long—owning her and branding her with my mouth.

Because she is mine.

Only mine.

Forever.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

BULLET

Breaking the kiss,I reach down and grip the backs of her thighs to pick her up off the ground. She cries out and wraps her arms around my neck, her eyes on mine as I walk her over to the rock where I usually sit and contemplate life. Today it’s going to allow me to fuck my woman.

I set her down on the edge of the flat rock before I sink down to my knees, my eyes never leaving hers. Reaching for the button of her jean shorts, I pop it, then slowly slide the zipper down and gently tug them down her legs before I toss them away, along with her panties.

My fingertips glide up the outsides of her thighs and beneath her shirt, taking it with them as I pull it off her head and throw it down to meet her shorts somewhere in the dirt.

She reaches behind her back to unhook her bra before it slides down her arms, and then I watch as she tosses it on the ground as well.

Curling my fingers around her tits, I slide my thumbs across her nipples, rising higher on my knees before I move back downso I’m face to face with her perfect pink cunt. Shifting one of my hands from her tit to her throat, I curve my fingers around the front of her neck.

I flatten my tongue and slide it along her entire center, swirling her clit when I do—tasting all of her. I feel her fingers glide through the strands of my hair, gripping me and pulling me closer. She wants more of me, and she can have it. She can have all of me.

I eat her—with tongue and teeth.

Squeezing her tit, I massage her firmly there, pinching her nipple and tugging on it as I continue to focus on devouring her delicious fucking pussy. Then I shift my attention to her clit, where I suck and swirl my tongue, giving all of my attention to that sweet little bundle of nerves.

Releasing my grasp on her breast, I slip my hand between her legs and sink two fingers inside of her before I curl them. At the same time, my other fingers flex around her throat. When she cries out, the sound comes out raspy and hoarse, bouncing off the mountains around us.

Her hips lift into my tongue’s touch, and then it happens. I feel her body almost vibrate beneath me. She’s close. My fingers move faster, and my tongue finds a rhythm that I know she enjoys.

She comes.

Flexing my fingers around her throat again, I close my eyes and savor the flavor of her taste that floods my tongue before she cries out hoarsely again. I slip my fingers from inside of her and lap at her until I’ve tasted every ounce of her release. Turning my head, I touch my lips to the inside of her thigh and move my body up hers, keeping my hand around her throat as my mouth finds her lips.

I kiss her chastely before my lips glide across her jawline, then to her ear, where I whisper to her.

“My woman. My old lady. My soon-to-be bride.” Her body trembles, but I don’t stop speaking. “There is nobody else I want. Just you.”

Her arms wrap around me, and she pulls me closer to her. My clothed body against her naked one. It’s hot as fuck. Releasing my grip around her throat, I lift my head from her ear and look into her eyes.

“Just you.”

Her gaze searches mine as her hands move around my shoulders to cup my cheeks. Then I feel her thumb slide across my bottom lip. “Just me,” she whispers.

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