She doesn’t even hesitate, fingernails digging in her legs, tits heaving with every strangled breath.
“Wanna come with me?” I rasp, picking up pace. “Wanna play with that pretty little cunt while I fuck your throat like a good girl?”
Her head bobs in jerky movements, fingers already slipping between her thighs.
“I’m close,” I grunt, fingers tightening around her jaw and in her hair. “Better get yourself there fast.”
Her fingers work harder, quicker, her body writhing against her hand and the dirt like she’s just as lost in the madness as I am.
My spine tingles, the tell-tale sign of an orgasm barreling down on me.
“Georgia.” I tug my pulsing cock from her swollen lips, breath stuttering from my chest. “I’m there, baby.”
“Do it,” she pants, fingers still circling her clit, shivers wracking her frame. “I wanna swallow your cum.”
Shaking my head, I drop to my knees, and flip her over with the kind of growl that shouldn’t be humanly possible. Her body bounces on the grass and I spank her ass, hard, delighting in the red bloom across her skin.
“Hands and knees.”
“What—what?” she gasps, scrambling for purchase. “But—”
“I told you where my cum goes, darlin’,” I cut her off by saying with another slap to her ass. “Now get on your fuckin’ hands and knees and let me remind you.”
She does.
And I do.
I pound into her like I’m trying to erase every man who ever came before me. Like I’m trying to brand her from the inside out. She screams my name, clutches the grass, and when she comes around me, it’s a full-body quake that drags me with her.
After, I collapse at her side, chest heaving and drag her into me, kissing her slow and sweet like I didn’t just fuck her throat and pussy like a man possessed.
“You okay?” I murmur, tucking her curls behind her flushed ears. “Was I too rough?”
She swallows hard, smiling. “You were perfect. That was…” A sweet giggle she buries in my throat. “That was incredible.”
I nod, though she can’t see it, mind racing with what we just did. It was reckless and wild and she's right… incredible.
From the day she walked into my life, it’s been like this. We fought instead of played, argued and threw insults like an old married couple, but it was fire and adrenaline and I felt alive.
God, that’s what she fuckin’ does to me.
“It’s been a long damn time since I played or laughed or had fun like I do with you,” I murmur, kissing her hair. “You brought me back to life, Georgia Walker.”
She lifts and meets my eyes, brushing my hair off my forehead, eyes shining. “And I’m not done yet, sunshine. Not even close.”
Fuck, I hope not.
Chapter Forty Two
Healing In Motion
The clang of the post driver rings through the empty pasture as I drive the steel down hard, grip tight, sweat running down my spine beneath my shirt.
It's quiet out here—just the wind rustling through the grass, the occasional groan of wood settling under strain, and the sound of our horses grazing. Dusty's tail flicks at a fly. Pudding—the mare Georgia’s claimed as her baby, huffs and stomps the ground.
Behind me, my girl pushes a strand of hair out of her face, hands on her hips, squinting down at the broken section of fence. The split in the post is too clean to be from a cow. No splinters or crush marks. Just a sharp crack near the base and a bent rail that was definitely pried out on purpose.
“Don’t think it’s cattle pressure,” I grunt, shaking my head. “No way.”
