Steal Her Heart (Kaid Ranch Shifters #1)(34)
The rumble in his throat got louder before he reached between them, unfastened her jeans in a moment, and yanked down her pants. She kicked out of her boots and slipped her jeans from her ankles. When she spread her knees wider, he pushed his own jeans down his hips. And then she could feel him. The length of his thick cock was pressed right against her wet sex. When he moved against her, it felt so damn good. Soooo good, sliding against her skin easy.
His kiss was consuming. The way he smelled like soap and animal, the way he tasted, the growl in his throat, the sheer size of him, the way he moved…she’d never wanted a man so much.
When Maris dragged her nails down the arch of his back, he eased down by inches, positioning the head of his swollen cock right where she needed it. He dipped into her so shallow, just the head, and pulled out. Eased in and pulled out.
More, more, more.
One hand propping his weight up, but his free hand was everywhere, massaging her hip, sliding up her sensitive skin to her breast. He unsnapped the back of her bra and yanked it off, then cupped the weight there. She groaned and arched her back against the blanket, spread her knees wider. More, more, more.
When you realize what I am... His words whispered through her hazy mind.
“There won’t be any turning back after this,” he warned against her lips. “You’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours.”
That sounded perfect. She rolled her hips to meet his next shallow thrust. “Good,” she said against his kiss.
Bryson’s body tensed, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth as he slid into her deep.
She moaned at how amazing he felt buried inside her. He pulled out and stroked into her again, and again, and the pressure in her middle was already building. His whole body worked to make her feel good. His back arched, and his muscular ass flexed every time he drove deep. His soft growl intensified as his strong legs spread wider, pushing hers upward while he drove harder and harder.
“Right there,” she moaned. “Bryson! Right there! Oh God, right—”
“Good girl,” he snarled. “Come for me. Come on that big cock. I want you gripping me, feeling good.” He dipped his lips near her ear and growled, “You’re taking all of me so well.”
And those compliments in that voice, with the way he felt inside of her, the way he moved inside of her, it shattered her. She’d never broken apart like this, never felt so devastatingly good. She cried out over and over as he pounded into her. And when her aftershocks faded, he bit her earlobe and demanded, “Again.” Rolling her to her side, he stayed deep inside her, and then he rocked into her with shallow thrusts, his hands massaging her breasts until she was blinded by the next wave of ecstasy. She came again. And then again. And she didn’t understand how he was doing this, how it was even physically possible. Her body didn’t belong to her anymore. It was his, and he knew exactly how to play it.
And when she laid there spent and convinced she had nothing left, he rolled her over onto her stomach and propped her hips up higher, ass in the air, and he slid into her deep. Holy shit, it was deep. He was big. Too big?
“Fuck,” she murmured.
His hands were massaging her body everywhere again, her hips, stomach, tits, arms. When he pulled her hair, she arched and let off a helpless noise. She’d never done this before. Not like this, from behind. She was gripping the blanket above her head, but he pulled one of her hands between her legs. “Feel,” he rumbled.
And she knew what he meant because she could feel his massive dick sliding in and out of the wetness he’d created there. This was so fucking sexy. Panting, she pressed her hand on her clit and moved with him.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he gritted out. “Like that.” He grunted loud and slammed into her hard and—oh, God!—this was so damn sexy. She loved that he told her what he liked. What felt good.
His body was tensed, flexing, his hand gripping hers between her legs. She was close again, rolling right toward another orgasm as he slammed against her ass.
He yelled out and tensed, drove deep and stayed there, and she could feel it—the hard throbbing of his release. Warmth shot into her, and it was enough to trigger her own orgasm. “I’m—I’m—”
“Do it,” he growled, slamming into her again…and again. He grabbed her hand that was gripping the blanket. Harder and faster, he slid into her, and she lost it. Screaming his name, she closed her eyes against the world, and her body exploded around his throbbing dick.
He slowed, propping her up with his free arm around her waist, moving them smoothly forward and back as he eased in and out of her, dragging out both of their releases. The growl in his throat was constant, but it was a satisfied sound. He moved her hair to the side and clamped his teeth onto the back of her neck gently. Exhaling completely, she smiled at the night.
That had been everything.
When you realize what I am…
“I figured it out,” she whispered.
Bryson eased his dick out of her, and she collapsed onto her side. He laid beside her and pulled the edge of the blanket over her body, shielding her from the breeze. “And what did you figure out?”
“You’re the one, aren’t you?”
His smile was slow and proud. As he brushed a strand of flyaway hair from her face, he murmured, “You have me.”
Those three words were just as important as “I love you” and “I forgive you.” She’d never really had anyone. No one that was at her back no matter what.