Stables (Black Gulch Ranch #2)

24. Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Char

Never. Ever. Did I in a million years think it would be like this.

This man knows how to play my body as his own personal musical instrument.

Those fucking hands. That tongue.

I’ll give him as many babies as he wants.

I’m spent, a noodle, and yet wanting him to take me to whatever heights he’s chosen for me.

His shoulders move higher, letting my legs slip to his waist. Each stroke of his tongue is followed with a tiny nip, sending a miniature jolt of electricity through me.

When his hot mouth closes over one of my painfully sensitive nipples, it’s as if he’s holding a branding iron against my chest, but it’s sweet agony with each roll of his teeth.

“Please.” I can’t control the words that spill out of me when his lips move to my neck. “Make me yours.”

Give me purpose.

A meaning to my life.

Make me whole again.

I’m begging.

His low growl vibrates through me before his whiskers tickle against my ear. “You are mine.” The declaration washes through me, warming me from the inside, filling me with such raw emotion I feel like my chest will explode.

Then I feel it.

The broad tip of his granite cock pressing against the slick hollow of my pussy.

I’ve seen it.

There’s no way.

His massive body curls over me, and he tangles his thick fingers into my hair. Tugging my chin up, his lips find mine in a crushing kiss as his hips begin to move.

When the meaty head works inside, I feel like I’m being stretched apart.

My nails dig into his ribs. I want him, but I’m also scared.

“Dixon,” I whisper against his mouth. “You’re too big.”

His dark eyes meet mine and a smile ticks up his mustache. “I know you can take it. I might be large, but I’m not as big as a baby.” His hot breath pours over my throat before he tugs at my ear with his teeth. “Now, just relax and let me put another one in you.”

He grips my knee and brings it up to my chest, spreading me wider.

With steady strokes, he sinks deeper. The stretching ache starts to fade into a knot of pressure when the stiff ridges of his cock kneads me from the inside.

“See? You’re taking me so—” He curls his ass, thrusting until his belly meets mine. “—fucking good.”

He’s going to rip me in two.

And I love it.

All I can feel is him. Every inch of me is smothered, caressed, searing with his touch.

Letting my eyes slip closed, I want to fall into the sensation of his body moving over and into me.

Filling me with every deep plunge.

“Look at me.” His grip on my hair tightens, sending prickles across my scalp. “I want to see you come with me.”

It’s so hard to fight the urge to give in to the building pressure in the center of my belly. Like a thread being pulled, every limb tries to curl around him and pull him closer.

He’s hitting a place within me I didn’t know existed before him.

And now that the secret has been revealed, I don’t know if I’ll ever want anyone else.

Dixon is who I want.

He’s the best man I could ever hope for.

I don’t deserve him.

Tears burn as they spill down my cheeks with this new revelation.

His movements still, and he unsheaths himself from my needy body.

“Char, talk to me.” The pad of his thumb works over the streaks on my cheek. “Did I hurt you?”

Biting my lip, I can’t form the words, so I just shake my head.

“You should have used the safe word,” he grits. Running his palm down my side, he tugs me against his chest.

“It’s stupid, I’m sorry. I promise it’s not you.” Sniffling, I bury my face beneath his jaw and wrap my arms around his neck.

His erection throbs against my thigh, reminding me of what a total screw up I am.

Flames move across my face. What is wrong with me? I’m messing this all up.

“Tell me. This doesn’t work if we can’t be honest.” He pulls my fingers to his mouth, kissing each tip, then the flat of my hand, moving down my wrist.

“I just—” I take a long inhale. “—what if I’m not good enough?” Tracing the dark hairs on his chest, I can’t look at him.

With a growl, he turns me over, pinning my belly against the bed, his fingers lace beneath my throat, and he lifts my head. “Look in that mirror, and tell me you are perfect.”

I can see my frazzled hair drooping along my face and the red flush over my cheeks.

But mostly, all I can focus on is his naked form straddling me.

“I’m not,” I whimper.

I don’t catch his hand moving until I feel the sting of it against my ass.

The pain snaps through me. It didn’t hurt as bad as it sounded. Yet the shock of it makes my eyes widen in my reflection.

“Don’t lie to me.” His palm rubs the mark, then moves down between my thighs, spreading them as he shifts behind me. “Look again.”

His fingers cup my neck, arching my back until I’m pressed against his hard length. “Tell me that you’re perfect for me.”

He must be delusional.

“I am?”

Another crack echoes in the room as he smacks me lightly.

It doesn’t hurt. Though I’m starting to question my own sanity because it’s making me want him even more.

His teeth pinch my shoulder, then work up to where his thumb wraps my throat. “You are. I knew from the moment I saw your strength that first day. The set of your jaw—” He tilts my head to feather a kiss in the hollow beneath my ear. “—the love in your eyes for your little girl, the determination that pushes you. The fact that you get up every day and try. ”

The firm head of his cock presses against me, teasing my wet entrance.

Why is he trying so hard to make me like myself?

It’d be so easy for him to just take his own pleasure.

Does he really feel that way?

“Dixon?” My hips move against him, begging him to join with me.

“Yes?” His palm moves under me, smoothing the loose skin beneath my belly, then lower still, circling my clit in a slow arc.

“Please keep me?” I need to know before I open myself. Does he really, truly want me?

In a single motion, he sinks his rigid length to the hilt, bottoming out.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror, never breaking his gaze, his lips brush my ear.

“For eternity,” he grunts before he slams into me again.