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His head snapped back. “I need you,” he growled. “Now.”

I ran my hand over his cheek. “Then take me, cowboy.” He reached over to his jeans and dug through his pocket untilI heard the crinkle of a package. We hadn’t discussed wearing a condom, but it dawned on me that it must have been what he’d gone to his truck for earlier, and it turned me on even more that he had taken the initiative to come prepared. He sat back on his heels, and I watched him unroll it over his cock.

“Can I ask you for one thing?” I whispered as he moved over top of me again.

“Anything.” He ran his hand down my side and let it rest on my hip.

“Don’t be a gentleman. I know you want to be, but I need to be possessed by you.”

He raised a brow at me, and I let my gaze drift from him, and I stared at the waning pink light in the sky as I worried that maybe I should have kept my mouth shut and just let him do whatever he was preparing to do.

He cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him again. “Never be afraid to ask me for what you want. Did I have every intention of taking it easy on you tonight? Yes, I did, but I much prefer this.”

He reached between us, pressed his cock between my legs, and drilled into me with so much force I cried out at the intrusion that not even three of his thick fingers could have prepared me for. “I’m going to fuck you so hard the stars in the sky won’t be the only stars you see tonight,” he said into my ear as he pulled out and rammed himself back into me.

He pulled all the way out, and I whimpered at the emptiness. “Get on your knees.” I did as I was told, and he laid back onthe blanket. “Now, slowly sink down onto me. I want you to feel every inch.” The feeling of gradually being filled by this man was overwhelming, and just when I thought I was full enough, he filled me more. My eyes shut, my body tingling, as every sense heightened to the point where it was almost too much when I bottomed out at the base of his cock and stopped to give myself a moment to adjust to how thoroughly he filled me now that he’d allowed me some control. “Woman, ride.” He clamped his large hands on my hips and dug his fingers into me, steadying me as I repositioned myself.

The lust in his voice was almost enough to make me come again on the spot. I did as he said, moved my hips slowly at first, as I got used to him in me, and found a rhythm. Griff let his hands roam my body, swiping my clit, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples. "You're so wet, fuuuck, and so greedy for my cock, aren’t you?" I was on the edge of combusting listening to his filthy mouth.

“Faster, Chanelle.” He growled, laying back on the pillow. My heart fluttered at him using my full name in this moment. He was claiming me. Not the me I showed everyone but the real me. I corrected everyone all the time but didn’t have the slightest urge to correct him. Griff moved his hands back to my hips and moved me how he needed to, and I kept up with the pace.

Riding faster, the heat built in me, and I grabbed his arms, “Griff, I’m, oh god.” My legs shook violently, threatening to give out, before he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him, holding me tight as he took over power from the bottom and rutted into me again and again until the stars he promised me threatened to cloud my vision for the second time in a night and I moaned clamping around him. Griff reached between us and rubbed my clit.

“Don’t fight it. Come for me again. I want that delicious pussy of yours to come all over my cock,” he whispered in my ear. Eachthrust brought me closer and closer to losing all control. I cried out into the night, my walls spasming around him, and the only thing that mattered was this moment between him and me. The way Griff bore into me, groaned, and came deep in me while another orgasm wracked my body before I collapsed on him, weak but beyond satisfied with his strong arms wrapped around me, and he sighed contentedly.

“You’re a good listener.” He whispered in my ear.

“Well, you’re not. I said take me, not break me, cowboy.” I laughed, and he rolled me over so I was under him again. My body weak from the two earth-shattering orgasms he’d given me. He stared at me like he could see into my soul.

“You asked me not to be gentle, Elle. I can’t help what you brought out in me. We might not have many firsts together as lovers, but the way we are together, I’d venture to guess, is just as much one for you as it is for me.” Our lips met, and he worked his tongue into my mouth. He was right. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. There was possessiveness, passion, and pleasure, tongues waging a war with one another. His kiss and the way he made love was pure dominating power and I knew I’d never get enough.

CHAPTER 21

GRIFF

“We should take this to the house.” My sleepy voice cut through the silence that surrounded us.

“But I don’t want to move.” Elle groaned as she hurried her head into my chest.

“We can make popcorn, watch a movie, and see where the rest of this night takes us.” I dragged my finger over her shoulder. “Clothing optional,” I whispered.

“An evening naked with you, is that a promise?” She shifted in my arms and sat up. I followed her and wrapped the blanket around her so she didn’t have to mess with her clothes. Reaching down to grab my pants, they slipped from my hand.

“Fuck.” Rolling my shoulder, I tried again, but this time, I couldn’t even grasp them.

“I’ve got it.” Elle dropped down, grabbed all the clothes, and set them on the bale beside her. “Here, slip into your shirt.” She let the blanket fall as she held out my shirt so I could get it on. “I’ll work on your shoulder when we get to the house.” Gazing down at her, the peace had left her eyes, and concern took its place.

I pulled the loft door with my good arm, latched it, and followed Elle out of the barn, turning lights off as we went.“Sorry, I’ve put a damper on the night,” I said as I put my good arm around her.

“We should work on some muscle exercises tomorrow. And maybe switch up our positioning next time so your arm has less weight on it.” Even in the light from the porch I could see her cheeks turn red.

“So I guess that means you’re on top for a while.” Wiggling my eyebrows I couldn’t hide my grin.

“Oh god,” she groaned as she pushed me away, even with her arms full of our clothes. The blanket slipped from her shoulder, and she didn’t even attempt to fix it.

“I mean, it would probably be doctor’s orders. Want me to run down to Jake’s and see what he says?” Reaching out, I wrapped my hand around her arm, pulled her to me, and let my hand drift down to her waist.

“This is not the way I wanted you to go see him, but I’ll take the embarrassment if it gets you there.” She grinned up at me.

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