Stables (Black Gulch Ranch #2)

23. Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Dixon

Her nails dig into my knees when I touch her clit for the first time.

She knows what I want now, and she didn’t ask me to stop.

In fact, she drops her head against my shoulder, turning her sultry lips to drop feathery kisses along my Adam’s apple.

Those fucking moans of hers vibrate through me with every slow stroke of my finger. I’m growing addicted to those soft noises, the simple sound of pleasure rippling through her.

I need more.

One day, I’ll have her where she can scream to the world, and not have to worry about waking a sleeping toddler.

I’ll build her a house with a sound proof master suite, and a mirror so she can watch herself writhe in ecstasy.

Because as I gaze over her supple body undulating against me, I feel almost selfishly guilty that I’m the only one truly seeing her for what she is.

Mine.

The steaming water begins lapping at the rim in rhythm with her shuddering hips. I want to feel every inch of her. Sliding my other hand up her wet chest, I push her bra away to finally hold her full breast.

Brushing over the tight bud of her nipple brings another little gasp.

I could get off just from the breathy whimpers she makes.

With faster strokes, I make her pelvis buck against my palm.

“Show me,” I murmur into the shell of her ear before teasing the delicate lobe with my teeth. “Show me what you look like when you come.”

I pinch her pebbled nipple hard before plunging two fingers deep into her clenching pussy.

She digs into my arm as she arches her body from the cooling bath, her throat works in knotted cords, strangling back a cry while she spasms against my chest.

Fucking magnificent.

“That’s my girl. Ride it out.” My thumb strokes her swollen clit, milking her climax out into a series of shuddering waves.

Char falls limply against me, her belly rising and falling with her ragged pants.

“Dixon, please.” Her fingers work their way behind my neck until her nails rake embers across my scalp. “I need you.”

“I’m yours, Char. Every piece of me.” Turning her in my arms, I find her puffy lips with mine and do my best to reassure her with my kiss that I’m not going anywhere.

Except out of this tub.

I want to own every inch of her, and I can’t do that confined to this porcelain bowl.

Pinning her to my chest, I lift us both out of the water and reach for the stack of fluffy towels.

It’s almost a repeat of earlier, except now I have her bare skin pressed against me leaving arcs of fire racing through me with each brush.

With the thick terry cloth wrapping her body, I set her on the counter near the sink, then fold down my soaked jeans, careful to leave my boxer-briefs on, and toss the saturated denim over the bar to drip over the drain.

Her sapphire eyes burn into me as she watches, focusing on the thin fabric barely holding back my rigid cock.

If I wasn’t already wet, I’d swear I’m leaking in need for her.

Soon.

I don’t bother drying myself. The boiling in my veins will scorch off the droplets fast enough.

She’s my only priority.

Slipping my palms beneath her arms, I don’t cradle her any more.

I lift her so her legs can wrap my waist and she can feel how hard she makes me.

The heat of her dripping cunt rests fully over my throbbing crotch making her whine and grind her hips as her heels lock in the small of my back.

With a simple flick of my fingers, her bra falls loose when I lie her before me on the mattress.

She’s a shrine to be worshiped at. Beauty and grace with the tantalizing lure of the flush of desire rushing up her pale throat.

My thumbs curl around the thin straps of her dainty panties, but her brows knot briefly as I begin to slide them down, and her hands flutter over the soft auburn curls.

“Let me see my dessert,” I growl, pulling her wrist away. “Don’t deny me.”

Before she can argue, my palms find her knees and I spread her like the delectable picnic she is. Settling between her trembling thighs, I let my mustache tickle the damp curls. “I’ve been a starving man, Char.”

Her tentative touch drifts lightly over my ear. “You don’t have to—” The words end in a gasp when I taste her for the first time.

Savoring my way through a long, slow lick, my tongue circles the hard bud of her clit while her quivering calves draw me closer.

It’s as if she’s warring with herself, rocking her greedy cunt against my mouth while her tangled grip in my hair tries to still my movements.

She’s too late. I’m fully addicted. Sweeter than any chocolate, and more refreshing than any tea, I’d die a happy man if this was my last meal.

Her fists churn at the sheets, and with every thrash of her head, her damp locks spread in a fan across the pillow.

“Please,” she pants, her chest rising from the mattress in a hallowed arch.

Her body is the bridge to heaven, and it’s my purpose to make her sing her glorious moans so the angels themselves can hear her.

Faster my tongue flicks over her. I know she’s close from the tremors shivering through her. I can easily reach her beaded nipples. Filling my palms, I squeeze them both until her entire torso levitates from the blanket and a wash of juices squirt over my jaw.

Oh, my girl is special.

Her arm flings over her eyes. “Oh my god, I’m sorry.” She tries to twist away, but I hold firm.

I’m never letting go.

“For what? Being perfect?” Smoothing the sweaty sheen down her belly, my lips find the tender skin of her inner thigh where I nibble tiny bites down from her luscious mound.

“No one’s ever, I mean, I didn’t know it’d feel that way…” She flattens her hands over her cheeks. “That was, um, intense.” The corner of her mouth turns up in a lazy smile. “And amazing.”

I am leaking now. Knowing I’m the first to taste her, my nuts ache with the need of release.

“First of many. I’ll do my best to make up for lost time.” Widening my tongue, I take a long slow lick up her glistening pussy.

So fucking wet for me.

One blue eye peers at me through the crease of her arm. “What does that mean?”

“It’s a tragedy you’ve gone so long without coming on someone’s face.” I grin over her belly. I’m sure my mustache is soaked, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her mouth droops. “I’ve never gotten off with anyone else before,” she whispers as if it’s an admission of guilt.

But it sends a pang of anger through me. Her ex really is a selfish monster.

And it makes a wave of new determination flood through me to make her climax as many times as possible.

“Well, you’re going to have to beg me to stop.” Diving back into her sopping heat, I attack her with new vigor.

I want her to scream. To reach the heights she’s only dreamed of.

To be as addicted to me as I already am with her.

This pressure in my gut is getting difficult to ignore. My fingers spread over her lower belly, then push her legs wider.

My rigid cock is telling me I’ve held back long enough.

This drive to consume her is making me feral. With each new throaty moan, she makes it difficult to not lose myself against her comforter.

I’ll have all of the time in the world to keep pushing her over the edge. But this urgency to claim her makes my heart pound in my ears, and my hips jerk in sync with her rapid breathing.

Sliding in two of my thick fingers is enough to make her convulse. Fisting the blanket, she jerks up, her nails raking over my scalp and shoulders before she collapses back, writhing against my face.

With each pump of my hand, I feel her pussy tightening around my knuckles, her heels digging into my shoulders, her thighs quivering against my cheeks.

“Give me one more before I put a baby into you,” I growl against her before suckling her swollen clit between my tongue and teeth.

“I can’t,” she gasps, lifting her head and neck in a futile attempt to reach me before falling back against the mattress.

“I’m going to spank that pretty little ass for not believing in yourself.” When I fit a third finger into her pulsing cunt, her hips jerk to the sky and a low cry escapes her lips.

Shudders run through her tiny frame, tightening around my hand so severely, I can’t move.

Another gush soaks over my wrist and chin before she falls limply into the sheets.

“Good girl,” I breathe against her tight curls.

I can’t wait any longer.

Pushing down my boxer-briefs, I kick them onto the floor, then work my way up her heaving body. Sucking and nipping my way over her pale skin leaving tiny red blemishes with each bite.

Seeing the line of marks finally appear that I’ve wanted to put on her makes my cock throb.

She’s mine .