Page 109 of Saddles

My thoughts begin to haze as I get lost in him. He drowns out the memories, makes the terror fade away until it’s only him, and the passion of his touch.

I wish this is all I could ever think about.

Plunging my hands down between us, I find the button of his jeans and pull it open.

“April,” he pants, holding my wrist. “You’re sore.”

“I’m aching for you. I don’t care if it hurts, I need you. Please, make me forget everything else but you.” I manage to lower his zipper while he pauses.

He gasps when I wrap my fingers around his hardening cock and knead the piercings through the thin fabric of his boxers.

“I’m begging. Fuck me so hard I can still feel it in three days. Because then every thought will be of you.” I can feel tears slicking my own cheeks. “I don’t want them to own any piece of me. And right now, they still have the pain that keeps them alive in my head.” I thread my hand into the gap in his underwear, freeing his throbbing hard on to the cold air. “I want to giveeverything to you, Ford.” My voice chokes from the raw emotion coursing through me.

I know he understands. The metal bars in my grasp are a testament to him chasing his own tortuous path in his pursuit of peace.

“I have you. That’s all I could ever want. You tell me to stop if I get too rough,” he growls.

His silver eyes fall to my mouth before he pulls me to him. Sucking my lower lip between his teeth, he nips me enough to sting as his hand rushes down my side to dive beneath my leggings.

With a cold finger, he pushes into my hot pussy. The shock of it forces a moan out of me, making my nails dig into his scalp.

His whiskers burn down my jaw as he nibbles and bites his way to my ear, then follows the arch of my throat.

All while he pumps his hand into me, rubbing my sensitive clit with the rough calluses of his palm.

In a single movement, he lifts me and stands, spinning me to face the splintered bark of the tree.

Tugging down my pants, he knees my legs wider before the heat of his body presses me from behind.

His hot breath tickles against me as his lips find the shell of my ear. “I’ve been hard since this morning in the shower,” he grunts, rubbing the firm head of his cock along my wet seam. “Making you come is my sole purpose in life. Fast. Slow. Screaming or whimpering. I want them all.” He grips my hips, sinking himself into me in a single movement.

Those little steel balls roll across that spot in a delicious staccato, instantly driving a cry from my lips.

He doesn’t wait, but pulls back and rams into me again.

“Yes,” I hiss with another thrust.

He’s pummeling me from the inside, and I crave it.

Every time he moves, it’s like a rapid fire machine gun rattling through my pelvis. I can already feel the tightening in my belly as he pounds me into the pine.

My fingers dig into the craggy fissures, clawing for purchase so I can push back, matching his rhythm to rock my body against his.

All of my nerve endings are ablaze as the first wave of ecstasy explodes through me. My legs nearly give out with the intense quiver running through my thighs.

His arms loop under mine, bracing me against the thick trunk, pinning me with his chest.

“That’s it. Give me more.” His words vibrate into me as his palms wrap over my shoulders to drive himself even deeper.

He’s nearly holding me up, our skin slapping like shotgun blasts with every hammer of his hips.

I can feel another orgasm building, faster than the first.

“Oh God, Ford,” I mewl against the back of my hand. Squeezing my eyes shut, stars burst in my vision as another coil of pressure unleashes, rocketing my body into spasms.

With jerky movements and a low groan, his legs tremble before he launches his burning release deep within me.

We both lean against the stoic tree for support, panting and sweating in the snowy cold of a Montana December.

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