Page 72 of Wild and Wrangled

“I always feel lucky with you,” he said. “But no, it’s been in there for a while. I’m all clear, though.”

“I have an IUD,” I said. “But…” I trailed off, suddenly nervous and shy. Dusty caught on immediately. He rolled on his side and pulled me with him so we were facing each other. I instinctively hitched my leg up around his thigh.

“But what?”

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. I’d never said this to anyone before—I wasn’t usually vocal at any point in the bedroom. At least not since Dusty. “I don’t want you to come inside of me,” I whispered. “I, um, I don’t want any more babies.”

Dusty paused for a second and looked at me thoughtfully.“You got it, angel,” he said and kissed me again. “Thank you for telling me that. I want you to tell me stuff like that always, okay? Can you do that for me?” I nodded, but Dusty said, “Words, angel.”

“Yes,” I said. “I’ll tell you.”

“Thank you,” he said with his mouth on mine. He kissed me for a while—exploring my mouth with his tongue and my body with his fingers. I was so turned on, and my hips started moving of their own accord whenever his fingers got close to my center.

I brought my hands to his waist and started unbuttoning his pants. He let me. I looked down when I pushed them down his hips and saw his cock straining against his black briefs. “Still a briefs man?” I asked.

“Some things never change.” I heard the smile in his voice. He helped me get his pants down and off him. Then I took them from him and threw them across the room. His laugh rumbled through me. “That was aggressive. I like it.”

“I want you” is how I responded. With my fingers knotted in his hair, I pulled him to me again. Our bodies were flush, and it wasn’t enough. I wanted to be closer to him. I wanted it all.

Dusty’s finger slipped inside of me again, and both of us moaned. I moved my hips against his hand. “That’s it,” he said. “That’s my girl.” Another finger, another moan. More kisses, more teeth.

My hips moved faster, and Dusty kept pace with his fingers. “God,” I groaned. “More, Dusty. Please.” He pulled his fingers out of me, but before I had time to miss them, he gripped my ass and rolled me on top of him. I gasped at the contact I made with his hard cock.

I sat up and let my head fall back and grinded against him.“Oh, fuck, angel,” he said through gritted teeth. “That’s right. I’m yours. You’ve spent too much time giving yourself to others. Now take what you want. Take it from me. Grind on my cock.” I moaned at his words. I didn’t know I liked that. “God, you’re beautiful, Cam. I love the way you look right now.” I looked down at him. His arms were flexed as he gripped my hips, and his jaw was tight—like he was focusing hard on something.

“I can feel how wet you are through my briefs,” he said as he tilted his head back. “God damn.”

Between the rhythm I’d found, the stimulation on my clit, and Dusty’s words, I was close to coming for the second time tonight, and I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. “Can I come like this?” I asked.

“You can come however you want, angel. Keep going. Keep riding me.” My breath picked up, and I started to feel a familiar squeeze at the base of my spine. “That’s it, baby. You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel it. Fuck.”

“Yeah,” I whimpered. Dusty’s grip tightened on my hips as their movement became more sporadic and jerky. The squeeze in my spine got more intense as it moved lower. “Oh my god,” I moaned. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” I fell forward so my hands were on either side of Dusty’s head. I could barely hold myself up as I came. My body shook, and I closed my eyes.

When I opened them, Dusty was looking up at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. I didn’t have a chance to take it in before he flipped me on my back again. He stood and pushed his briefs down his legs, and his dick sprung free, and then he was on me again.

“I want to be inside you,” he said. I reached down andgrasped his dick. When my hand made contact, Dusty swore through gritted teeth. I guided him toward my entrance.

“I’m ready,” I said. “I want you. Please.”

“You had to throw in the please,” he said with a breathy laugh. “Such a good fucking girl.” When the tip of his cock slipped inside of me, both of us gasped. He went tortuously slow. I tried to lift my hips, but he held them down—taking his sweet time.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said, and my back arched on a moan. “That’s it, angel. I can’t wait for you to take every inch of me.”

“I want to,” I said. “Please, Dusty. Faster.”

Instead of doing what I wanted, Dusty pulled all the way out of me, and I let out a frustrated huff. “What did I say about rushing me?”

“To not,” I huffed.

“That’s right,” he said as he started pushing inside of me again. God, it was too much. “Look at me, Cam. I want to see you.”

I met his eyes, and the affection in them would’ve melted me into a puddle on the bed if I wasn’t already liquid. I felt so many things at once—turned on, frustrated, adored—I almost couldn’t handle it.

He pushed farther inside of me, and when he was fully seated, we both felt it. He collapsed on top of me for a second with a groan. “I just need a second,” he said. “Give me just a second.”

I trailed my fingertips up and down his spine. I felt goosebumps rise in their wake. I would give him as long as he needed. I loved this. I think I still loved him, but I couldn’t fully think about that yet. Not now.

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