Page 25 of The Rancher’s Bride
“Still think I should rest?” he asks.
“I think you should stop talking.”
“Make me.” He catches my wrists and pins them above my head with his free hand. His other hand stays on my pussy, two fingers sliding inside me, making me gasp.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me feel you.”
I try to grind against his hand, but he keeps his touch maddeningly slow. Every time I chase more pressure, he eases away just enough to keep me aching.
“Goddamn it, Damian.”
“I know.”
“You don’t know anything.”
His mouth moves to my throat. “I know exactly what you want.”
I hate that he’s right.
He releases my wrists and turns me around. My palms land against the wall, and his body settles behind mine, his chest against my back and his cock pressing hard between my ass cheeks.
His hand slips beneath the front of my jeans again. He spreads me open with slow, deliberate passes, circling my clit until my hips begin moving against him.
“Impatient girl,” he says.
“Damian.”
“God, I love it when you say my name.”
His keeps rubbing my swollen clit until pleasure burns through me so intensely that my forehead drops against the wall.
“Come for me.”
The command breaks something open inside me. My clit is soaked against his fingers, and release crashes through me, so hard that I cry out his name.
Breathless, I try to turn to face him, but he catches my hips before I can do anything.
“We’re not done.”
The sound of his belt opening makes my pussy throb. He pushes my jeans and underwear down over my hips. I let out a needy moan, then gasp when I feel the thick head of his cock drag through my wet pussy.
He groans behind me as he slides himself against me, coating his cock in my cream without entering me. The slow friction is torture, every pass catching my swollen clit and making me ache for more.
“Jesus, Damian.”
“What?”
“You know what.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
I push my hips backward, trying to force him inside. He catches my waist and holds me still.
“Ask.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“You knew that already.”
