Page 39 of His Texas Claim

She sucked harder.

I moaned. “Fuck me…fuck⁠—”

“You made me beg for it, so now it’s your turn.”

“You are actually evil.”

She met my eyes from between my legs, a smile somehow on her lips even with me buried in her throat. Her eyebrows went up, and I didn’t have to hear the question to know what she was asking.

“Need you to ride me,” I gritted out. “I’ll beg. Please, baby…please⁠—”

She did this thing with her tongue, swirling it around the head and sinking back down again.

“Wanna put a baby in you so fuckin’ bad,” I growled. “Won’t waste a drop. Not like this. No matter how good it feels—shit⁠—”

I finally fell back, thrusting my hips helplessly into her mouth. “Bryn, please. Come on, baby. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, I can’t hold out much longer…need to be inside you, need to fill you up, need to put a baby in you⁠—”

Her lips came free with a pop.

She climbed over me and sank down so fast I almost came right then and there.

My hands flew up to grasp her hips as she rode me fast and hard, her pussy clenching.

“Fuckin’ hell, you're a goddamn spitfire⁠—”

“You feel so good,” she groaned. “Stetson…Stetson, fuck me…”

I thrust up into her, holding her against me for a moment so I could feel her deep. “Damn right,” I growled. “Teasin’ me like that…my turn, baby⁠—”

I rolled her, hitched her legs over my shoulders, and gave it to her. I drove into her hard, her back arching off the mattress, her hands scrambling for something to hold onto and finding the headboard instead.

"Stetson—"

"You wanted this." I kept the pace relentless, her legs locked over my shoulders. "Wanted me to lose control. Got what you asked for.”

She was loud now, louder than she'd been all week, and I didn't slow down for any of it. Sweat and bathwater both, her nails digging into my forearms, the old bed frame knocking against the wall with every thrust.

"Gonna come," she gasped. "Stetson⁠—"

"Come on, then. Show me."

She did, clenching around me hard enough that I nearly lost it right there, but I held on, kept going, chasing the promise I'd just spent five minutes making.

"Bryn." My voice came out wrecked. "Where."

"Inside. Told you already."

"Just makin' sure."

"Stetson—"

I buried myself deep and let go, everything I'd been holding back for the last ten minutes pouring into her at once, my forehead dropping against hers as we both rode it out.

Neither of us moved for a long minute. Just breathing, tangled together, her legs finally sliding down off my shoulders to wrap around my waist instead.

"You win," I said finally.

"I know.”