“A woman could get very used to this very quickly, you know.”
“I’m counting on that, sweetheart.” He gently massaged her breasts, and she chewed on her lip as a warm current of desire expanded inside her.
He bent down and swallowed one nipple. Her pulse and her breathing quickened.
“Oh, Phoenix.” Her words came out breathy and shaky.
“I love when you say my name. You are so wonderful, sweetheart.” He crawled on top of her
, and she loved feeling pinned by his handsome cowboy. “You are mine.”
He shoved his cock into her pussy, stretching her out, filling her up. Right now, she belonged here with him. As he hammered in and out of her, unrelenting sensations took her over. She’d come to Wilde a virgin, but now she was a woman with a plethora of desires. Her passions pushed her on. She clawed his shoulders as her ache multiplied again and again. And still he plundered her.
Unlike before, he was silent and intense. His lovemaking said more to her than all those before. He seemed to be using his thrusts to claim her, brand her.
A searing heat shot through her, and she clawed the sheet. Her back arched up from the bed. Her clit throbbed as he pounded into her channel like a madman.
On the brink of insanity herself, Jessie screamed, “God, yes!”
His thrusts lengthened and came harder.
Every fiber of her being became a single network of sensations that reached all the way to her clit, pulling her over the edge into the deep pool of explosive pleasure that blew her mind and her body. Screaming his name felt so right on her lips.
Phoenix pounded into her pussy again and again. Then he pressed into her a final powerful stroke as if he meant to meld with her into a single being. No shout. No words. Just a silent intensity paired with his release.
Overwhelmed, she trembled. This time with Phoenix had been much more than sex. This time had meant something more.
He stroked her hair for a time until her shivers subsided.
“I have something to tell you.”
“Okay?”
“You’re stuck with me. I don’t ever want to hear you say that you don’t want to see me again. Screw Malcolm Winters. He’s nobody.”
“B-But—”
“No. Listen. We’ll keep things quiet. Your car is going in the shop. You’ll need a driver. That makes sense, right?”
“Sure, but—”
“Your driver is me. That’s final. The town doesn’t need to know anymore that that. Understand?”
She liked how dominating and protective he was being. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m not leaving you alone again. I could’ve lost you yesterday.”
“You didn’t. You saved me, cowboy.”
“Jessie, I love you.”
Her jaw dropped. She should’ve expected that, but didn’t. Sure, it seemed so honest and right. “We haven’t known each other that long.”
“Doesn’t matter. I guess I fell in love with you that first night. I didn’t know it at the time, but I do now. Every moment I’m with you, I fall deeper and deeper in love.”
“Phoenix, you’re so sweet.”
“Tough on the outside, warm and gooey on the inside. That’s what our mom always said about him.” Jackson walked in, carrying two plates.