Page 147 of Wildest Forever

“I’m going to…” she struggles to get her words out as her orgasm slams through her, her body trembling, back arching and I use my hand to press on her lower stomach and pelvis, holding her as I enjoy every ounce of her.

Standing, my lips glisten with her arousal and her cheeks are pretty and pink.

“Fuck you look so pretty when you cum,” smirking down at her, I kneel on the bed and grip her knees, pushing them into her chest as I slip my hard cock inside of her in one, swift thrust.

“Oh god,” she cries out as I pound against her.

“Do you have another one in you baby; can I coax another orgasm from you?” I tease as I slip in and out of her, rolling my hips deeper.

“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes closing and I know it’s not going to be long before I fill her full of me, my orgasm is teetering.

“Give it to me baby.”

I drill into her, my cock throbbing.

My fingers are on her clit as I help bring her towards another orgasm, and it’s not long before she is free falling with me as I fill her pretty pussy full of me.

Laying in bed,Morgan’s head on my chest and my fingers tangle in the ends of her golden hair. My left-hand curls around my whiskey glass, as I stare at the empty wall ahead of me.

We always seem to sleep in my room, not sure why but I am also not complaining.

My mind ticks over with the shit that is brewing, and I know it’s not going to be long before the suits are back and demanding the land.

I needed this squashed with Marty.

We said there was a mole, but I didn’t think it would have been him.

Especially as he was so close to my dad and Riggs.

But people do things for strange reasons, and I am sure there will be some cock and ball story he will spurt when we finally confront him.

Then there was Conrad.

The guy who we thought was the mole.

Also our friend.

Would Marty kill him? Maybe.

Why though? Unless Martyisthe mole, and Conrad was going to out him.

Only way to shut him up was to beat him to death.

Sighing, I tap my finger on the glass before taking a mouthful and wincing at the burn that laces my throat.

I just wanted to live out my life on the ranch, watching the sunsets and sunrises whilst listening to the birds sing. I want to sit on my porch and watch the winter snow melt and the meadows bloom.

I’m a simple man, wanting a simple life.

Honestly though, I didn’t even want the badge.

Put me on the back of a horse alongside my wife and let me herd cows.

My phone buzzes and I try to move without waking Morgan. Placing my whiskey glass down, I reach for my phone and see Riggs’ name.

“Bunkhouse. Now.”

It’s past midnight and my eyes are sore, my body tired but when he calls a meeting at the bunkhouse, you know it’s serious.

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