He tucked his hand underneath her, lifting her buttocks, tightening their connection.
“Come again for me, Lily. Squeeze my cock.”
Again and again he dragged his c**k almost all the way out, only to slide inside her again. Each time he pushed inside her she felt the hot tingles as he rubbed her g-spot. There wasn’t a part of her body he didn’t know, hadn’t explored, didn’t own.
She was his, and proved it to him by exploding around him, weeping for him, inside and out. He kissed her, murmuring her name as he came.
It had never been more perfect.
Afterward, he rolled off and let her lie on her back while he stroked her hair.
“Thank you,” he said.
“For what?”
“For trusting me. For understanding me. Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself.”
She smiled, half turning to face him. “I don’t know about that. I’m learning about you. We’re learning about each other. It’s a long process.”
“We’ll both make mistakes.”
“No doubt.”
“I’ll probably make you mad or hurt you a hundred times.”
She loved this side of him. “Probably. And I’ll frustrate you, and infuriate you with my stubborn nature.”
“So this is love.”
“Yes, Mac. This is love.”
He leaned over and kissed her, and her toes curled.
“Welcome to the Wild Riders, Lily.”
“Come again for me, Lily. Squeeze my cock.”
Again and again he dragged his c**k almost all the way out, only to slide inside her again. Each time he pushed inside her she felt the hot tingles as he rubbed her g-spot. There wasn’t a part of her body he didn’t know, hadn’t explored, didn’t own.
She was his, and proved it to him by exploding around him, weeping for him, inside and out. He kissed her, murmuring her name as he came.
It had never been more perfect.
Afterward, he rolled off and let her lie on her back while he stroked her hair.
“Thank you,” he said.
“For what?”
“For trusting me. For understanding me. Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself.”
She smiled, half turning to face him. “I don’t know about that. I’m learning about you. We’re learning about each other. It’s a long process.”
“We’ll both make mistakes.”
“No doubt.”
“I’ll probably make you mad or hurt you a hundred times.”
She loved this side of him. “Probably. And I’ll frustrate you, and infuriate you with my stubborn nature.”
“So this is love.”
“Yes, Mac. This is love.”
He leaned over and kissed her, and her toes curled.
“Welcome to the Wild Riders, Lily.”
