again, frustrating the hell out of me,
“there’s nothing going on with Courtney. I know I’m a dog. I’ve
been a dog. But when you saw us I wasn’t kissing her. She was all
over me.”
“OK.” I placed my
fingers to his lips, so wide and full, those lips that worked such
magic on me. “OK,” I repeated, stroking him now, caressing his
lower lip with my thumb, licking my own lips in anticipation. Because
right then, I did know. He was telling me the truth.
“I love you,” he
repeated, his arms surrounding me, binding me to his broad, hard
chest.
“I love you so much,
Declan.” My heart felt so full as I said it, brimming and
overflowing, finally released as it had needed for so many years. We
kissed as we repeated the words to each other, kissing and telling
each other what we urgently needed to say.
With a groan of
victory, he swept me into his large, powerful arms and strode to the
nearest building, his old cabin. Unlocked, unused with our reduced
ranch staff, Declan and I tumbled in. Fumbling hot and needy in the
dark, he pressed me up against the wall. He tore my shirt up and over
my head and ripped off my bra as if it had been insulting him. My
heart beat fast as I reached out for him, wanting him bare as well,
skin against skin. Kissing, moaning, pulling, we undressed each other
in haste, unable to bear another second without full contact.
Up against the wall, he
brought his hands under my ass to position me exactly how I fit best,
like two interlocking puzzle pieces. My legs splayed open around his
broad girth, I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs. It felt
like being claimed by a lion, licking me all over, holding me with
his strong paws, his huge, hard body stretched over me as he tasted
every inch of me, scenting, marking, devouring me.
“Mine,” he growled,
hungry, possessive.
“Yes, Declan.” I
shuddered into him.
He grasped my thighs
and spread my legs even wider apart, pressing the full, hard length
of his cock against me. I threw my head back at the feel of him, so
dominant, so male. I wanted him so badly, inside of me, driving,
pounding. But he moved away, and I whimpered with loss. Until he
kneeled, spread me wider with his fingers and I felt his hot,
demanding tongue licking the full, straight length of my slippery
slit.
“Ah!” With a
scream, I already felt close to orgasm with the ferocity in his
movements, the unrestrained lust.
“Mine,” he declared
again, holding me fast with his hands, widespread for his access. His
wicked tongue plunged into me again and again, up to circle my clit,
work the sensitive bud, then down along my slit and inside of me,
making me frenzied.
“You belong to me!”
he hissed, angry, possessive. Circling my clit, he commanded, “Say
it!”
“I belong to you!”
I cried out, nearly undone, tears at my eyes.
Just as I was about to
come, he stood up suddenly and repositioned his hands, keeping my
legs spread wide and tilting my hips toward him. I nearly came at the
feel of his hard cock at my wet entrance, the thick, wide crown
pushing aside my folds. He plunged into me, full throttle, all the
way to the hilt. I came, shuddering, screaming and clasping his
shoulders. He supported my weight in his hands, his broad palms
underneath my ass cheeks. But he didn’t give me any time to
recover. Relentless, pounding, he began straightaway to fuck me long
and strong and hard, bruising my hips as he plunged into my wet pussy
again and again.
“Yes, Declan, yes!”
I could feel a few tears on my cheeks, fresh or from before I
couldn’t tell. I had so many intense emotions coursing through me.
All I knew was that I loved this man, so much, so completely.
“Do you know how many
times I wanted to do this to you?” he growled into my ear, fucking
me against the wall of his cabin. “How many nights I laid here
awake in this cabin thinking about doing this.” He thrust into me,
his hips pinning mine to the wall. I opened my thighs wide and
“there’s nothing going on with Courtney. I know I’m a dog. I’ve
been a dog. But when you saw us I wasn’t kissing her. She was all
over me.”
“OK.” I placed my
fingers to his lips, so wide and full, those lips that worked such
magic on me. “OK,” I repeated, stroking him now, caressing his
lower lip with my thumb, licking my own lips in anticipation. Because
right then, I did know. He was telling me the truth.
“I love you,” he
repeated, his arms surrounding me, binding me to his broad, hard
chest.
“I love you so much,
Declan.” My heart felt so full as I said it, brimming and
overflowing, finally released as it had needed for so many years. We
kissed as we repeated the words to each other, kissing and telling
each other what we urgently needed to say.
With a groan of
victory, he swept me into his large, powerful arms and strode to the
nearest building, his old cabin. Unlocked, unused with our reduced
ranch staff, Declan and I tumbled in. Fumbling hot and needy in the
dark, he pressed me up against the wall. He tore my shirt up and over
my head and ripped off my bra as if it had been insulting him. My
heart beat fast as I reached out for him, wanting him bare as well,
skin against skin. Kissing, moaning, pulling, we undressed each other
in haste, unable to bear another second without full contact.
Up against the wall, he
brought his hands under my ass to position me exactly how I fit best,
like two interlocking puzzle pieces. My legs splayed open around his
broad girth, I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs. It felt
like being claimed by a lion, licking me all over, holding me with
his strong paws, his huge, hard body stretched over me as he tasted
every inch of me, scenting, marking, devouring me.
“Mine,” he growled,
hungry, possessive.
“Yes, Declan.” I
shuddered into him.
He grasped my thighs
and spread my legs even wider apart, pressing the full, hard length
of his cock against me. I threw my head back at the feel of him, so
dominant, so male. I wanted him so badly, inside of me, driving,
pounding. But he moved away, and I whimpered with loss. Until he
kneeled, spread me wider with his fingers and I felt his hot,
demanding tongue licking the full, straight length of my slippery
slit.
“Ah!” With a
scream, I already felt close to orgasm with the ferocity in his
movements, the unrestrained lust.
“Mine,” he declared
again, holding me fast with his hands, widespread for his access. His
wicked tongue plunged into me again and again, up to circle my clit,
work the sensitive bud, then down along my slit and inside of me,
making me frenzied.
“You belong to me!”
he hissed, angry, possessive. Circling my clit, he commanded, “Say
it!”
“I belong to you!”
I cried out, nearly undone, tears at my eyes.
Just as I was about to
come, he stood up suddenly and repositioned his hands, keeping my
legs spread wide and tilting my hips toward him. I nearly came at the
feel of his hard cock at my wet entrance, the thick, wide crown
pushing aside my folds. He plunged into me, full throttle, all the
way to the hilt. I came, shuddering, screaming and clasping his
shoulders. He supported my weight in his hands, his broad palms
underneath my ass cheeks. But he didn’t give me any time to
recover. Relentless, pounding, he began straightaway to fuck me long
and strong and hard, bruising my hips as he plunged into my wet pussy
again and again.
“Yes, Declan, yes!”
I could feel a few tears on my cheeks, fresh or from before I
couldn’t tell. I had so many intense emotions coursing through me.
All I knew was that I loved this man, so much, so completely.
“Do you know how many
times I wanted to do this to you?” he growled into my ear, fucking
me against the wall of his cabin. “How many nights I laid here
awake in this cabin thinking about doing this.” He thrust into me,
his hips pinning mine to the wall. I opened my thighs wide and
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