Page 72 of Tame Our Wild

He slides an arm under the back of my neck, gently lifting my head to let me watch where we connect perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle that shouldn’t fit, but somehow do. My arousal coats his thick cock as he pulls out and slams forward, letting me watch him completely disappear inside me.

“Look at how well you take me.” His praise has my walls tightening, building that pressure that’s bound to release at any moment. “Tell me you wanted me weeks ago. Tell me that you wanted me to kiss you—” He’s as breathless as I am. “That you wanted me to fill this beautiful cunt with my cock.”

The words get caught in my throat when he hits that spot that has dots peppering my vision. “I wanted you.”

“When you tell me the truth, you get rewarded. I can feel that you’re almost there, so be a good girl and come for me. Show me how much you love being bound to my bed like the dirty little slut we know you both are.”

I moan. If he loves it when I come undone, I’ll do it as many times as I can to drive him as crazy as he drives me. I spread my thighs further to take him deeper, and it only takes a few heartbeats before my pussy is clenching around him. I’m being sucked into that black hole that I know I’m going to keep crawling out of just to get sucked back into it as many times as my body will allow.

I come with him inside me, so hard that the sound that emerges past my lips is completely uncontrollable.

He slows his movement, as if he’s memorizing the feeling of my walls contracting around him. “Yes. Just like that,” he encourages, sliding his hands up my abdomen. Colson brackets his fingers right below my breasts, stopping to give me a moment to catch my breath. “I bet you can do better, though. Give me another.”

My head swims with pleasure coming down from my orgasm, and I shake my head lazily. Three times is pushing it. If I go a third, I will probably pass out, knowing how hard this last one hit.

He grips one of my ankles, propping it on his shoulder to give him an entirely new angle that steals my breath at the new spot the head of his dick is hitting. “Backing down from my challenge, dust bunny? That’s so unlike you. If I knew fucking you would make you submissive, I would’ve done it sooner.”

I’m wound so tight, I don’t think oxygen is reaching my lungs. “You were the one groveling, cowboy. You love that you can’t tame me.”

His mouth quirks before he spits, letting it hit my clit before he thrusts in again. His fingers lock on my sensitive bundle of nerves, tightening every muscle in my body. “You’re right, baby, so put me in my place and come again like your pussy was made to choke my cock.”

My eyes flutter shut. “Oh, shit.”

His dark chuckle winds me tighter. “By the way your cunt is gripping me already, I don’t think you’ll have a choice.” His chest rumbles with a laugh, so low and deep that it shakes my bones. “You’re sucking me in, like you want to keep me there until I give your greedy little pussy what it wants.”

Each expert stroke of his fingers is like a blade slicing through the rope of tension tightening inside me, fraying it until I’m barely hanging on.

“Colson, I’m coming.” My admission has his hand tightening on my thigh to drive himself deeper.

My climax peaks, everything inside me snapping as the coil of pleasure unravels.

“Fuckkk.” His voice drifts further into the void as I float into a space I’ve never witnessed.

Thick, all-consuming darkness blankets my vision, my body vibrating from the aftershocks. I slump into the mattress while he pulls out, and hot, wet ribbons fan across my stomach.

I don’t know how much time passes, but it’s not long before my hands are released from their confinement and something warm glides across my abdomen. My body is gently moved, a wave of soft warmth washing over me, enveloping me in his unique, rustic, and spiced scent.

It’s comfort.

Each inhale and exhale, drag me into the depths. The last thing I remember is strong, muscular arms pulling me close as my breathing evens out, and sleep consumes me.

THIRTY-ONE | COLSON

My body shifts as I drape my arm across the other side of the bed. I expect to feel another person’s warmth beside me—the kind of warmth unique to her. It soaked into my skin last night, injecting a high into my bloodstream that not even riding can replicate.

There’s something satisfying about tainting something so untouchable.

Harlow has always been the dirt under my nails that I could never scrub away—something about her was memorable. Familiar.

Now I don’t want to tarnish any trace of her.

I had a taste, and I’m hooked.

I want to cross every line. I want to summon those soft moans and whimpers that fall from her lips like a hymn. I want to mutter filthy, vulgar things into her ear while I destroy her beautiful body with mine. I want to feel that odd sensation of contentment again that settled into the fabric of my being the moment I wrapped her in my arms.

Hearing her breath softly beside me was the first time my demons fell into silence.

A part of me is terrified to find out what that means, especially since the cold sheets on her side have my heart plummeting into my gut.