Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Grant slid his hand down my abdomen and cupped my dick, making me gasp. “What if someone sees us?”
“I checked out the area. We’re alone for now.” I groaned as he rubbed his palm up and down. “It’s not going to be easy to ride with this?”
I arched my back and rubbed my ass against his erection. “Not for you either.”
Grant chuckled. “Very true. Come on. Let’s go to the barn.”
He clipped a lead rope to Biscuit and led her toward the barn. I followed, still dazed from the way he’d pulled me against him, and—if I were honest—turned on as hell by his possessiveness.
Once we were in the barn, he clipped the mare to a ring on one of the posts and beckoned for me to follow him.
“Come help me tack up Zion.”
I followed him into the tack room. I spotted Zion’s saddle and started to lift it, but Grant came up behind me and placed his hands over mine. “I can get that.”
“I’m strong enough to lift a saddle.”
He huffed, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned back into him and pressed my ass into his groin again.
Before I really understood what was happening, he’d set the saddle down, gripped my waist, and spun me to face him.
“Do you remember who’s in charge?”
“Remind me.” The words came out breathless. I’d obviously lost my mind, asking for it like this in the barn, but I needed him to keep touching me. No way in hell could I concentrate on riding if he didn’t get me off first.
“Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”
I nodded.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to show me you’re in charge, that you own me, that you can have me anywhere.”
Grant slid his hand into my hair and pulled my head back before his lips crushed mine. My knees gave, but he held me where he wanted me. I opened for him, relaxing and letting him have what he wanted, which seemed to be devouring me.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he said as he kissed his way along my jawline and walked me backward until I hit the wall hard enough to make all the tack hanging on hooks rattle.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me again, my head swam, and my cock was so hard I would have been begging if his tongue hadn’t been fucking my mouth.
He slid his hands between us and quickly got my jeans unfastened, baring my cock. When he wrapped a hand around it, I hissed against his lips. He worked me slowly, his grip tight, almost painful, but I arched into it anyway. I wanted whatever he had to give.
I whimpered when he let go. “Wet my hand,” he demanded, bringing it to my mouth.
I licked his palm and sucked his fingers. He pushed them into my mouth, and I sputtered around them as they stretched my lips, but I made sure I had them nice and slick. Spit was running down his hand by the time he’d freed himself from his pants with his other hand.
“Enough.” He pulled his hand away and wrapped it around both our shafts. I groaned at the sensation of his cock trapped against mine.
He slid his free hand into my hair and pulled my head to the side, baring my neck to him.
I sank my teeth into my lip to stifle a cry as he bit my neck at the same time he tightened his grip around us. I was whining and begging—I’m not even sure for what—as he sucked at the bite then licked it over and over. “Need to mark you. Need everyone to know you belong to me.”
“Yes. I… Please.”
“You’re close already, aren’t you?”
I nodded, and he loosened his grip and slowed his strokes.
“No. Can’t—” I worked my hips trying my best to get more. I needed to come, I needed to show him how hot he made me, how much I wanted to be his.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me.” He gripped my ass, holding me tight. “I want to spend all day working you up, playing with you, making you wait, but watching you on that horse and hearing you ask me to claim you, take you, makes me insane. I can’t wait anymore. Not now.”
“Don’t. Please don’t stop.” His hand was still around our cocks, but he wasn’t moving it at all.
I put my hand over his. “Move. I… You’re making me crazy. I need you to make me come.”
“Hands over your head.”
I obeyed instantly, and he gave me a wicked smile. “That’s a good boy.”
I started to protest, but he shook his head as he captured both my wrists in one hand and started stroking us again.
“Give in to me, to what you need. I’ll hold you. I’ll take care of you.”