Braving The Storm: An Age Gap, Cowboy Romance (Crimson Ridge Book 2)
Braving The Storm: Chapter 23

The perfect girl wrapped around my dick moans against my throat.

She’s nearly out of her head with pleasure after two orgasms, and I can’t wait to see how easily she trembles when I drag more from her tonight.

In my life of avoiding repeat hookups, I’ve never once felt this kind of compulsive need for someone. To constantly be fixated on her every thought, every breath, every flutter of her eyelashes as they graze my skin.

This girl is every delicious wrong decision I could ever make.

We hit the bed, and I splay her out beneath me. She’s a goddamn dream. A divine creature I’ve somehow been gifted, when all I ever thought I’d deserve was darkness.

Persephone ventured down into the depths with Hades, didn’t she? She willingly stepped into his bullshit and doom. Is that what we’re doing here? Me, dragging her into my own personal underworld. What the fuck this girl sees in me, or is willing to overlook, I can’t begin to fathom.

“Storm. God. It’s so good.” She digs her nails into my shoulders, and fuck, I want to unravel Briar Lane so bad, I’m caught in a frenzy of needing to see more of this girl’s wildness. It’s gorgeous and addicting and she’s my very own prize I’ve somehow won.

“How sensitive are these perfect tits after you come, I wonder?” My teeth graze over one of the tight little buds, and she whines, overstimulated and limp with pleasure.

“It’s—I can’t. It’s too much.” Her voice is breathy, gasping as a shudder rolls through her body.

I keep going. Slowly, but intently letting the sensation begin to creep up again. Swirling my tongue and gently running my teeth over the furled buds before tugging and watching the way her puffy lips hang open with a gasp.

“This time…” My mouth roams, exploring my way down the softness of her stomach, which caves as I drag a hot, wet line in the direction of her pussy. “This time, I want to see the way your tits bounce, to see your face when you shatter again. Let’s see if I can have you soaking these sheets for me, hmm.”

Pausing to take my time, I run a long lick through her seam, that has Briar’s spine bowing up off the bed. Her fingers bunch in the sheets, knuckles blanching. I’d rather have her hands all fucking over me, but I can teach her that. There’s plenty of time to help her realize how to ask for what she needs, even while giving over control.

“No more. I can’t.” She whimpers. Which sounds a lot like a goddamn invitation. An immediate challenge for me to erase that assumption about her body.

“Yes, you can darlin’…” With one hand, I hook her knee, bringing that leg up over my shoulder. “You’re gonna give me another.”

Those dark eyes gaze back at me, hooded with desire. Briar’s pupils are fully dilated, encompassing all the rich brown, hiding those few honeyed flecks that usually appear close to the innermost circle.

As my dick nudges her entrance, it’s too fucking good. She’s so slick and slippery, yet I’m still having to wedge my way inside her channel because she’s so damn tight.

“Fuck, darlin’, you’re gonna take all of me. You’re gonna let me fill this tight little cunt any time I want.”

Her lashes flutter, eyes rolling back, panting breaths hitching into a whine as I slip further in. Continuing to claim every last inch of this girl, who I’m not supposed to want.

I’m not supposed to crave this feeling, or get lost in the heady pleasure of how responsive she is to me. Except, there’s no denying that I’m without a map in this particular place, entirely fucking lost when it comes to this girl.

My cock throbs, my balls tighten. She grips me so goddamn tight; there are stars flying behind my eyes and straight hi-octane flowing where my blood is supposed to be.

This time, when I sink to the hilt, I can’t help the dark, primal grunt that bursts out of me.

“Oh god. You’re so deep.” Briar spasms around my length, and my jaw is locked, rigid. A feral instinct is screaming to let go of control and simply pile-drive this sexy as fuck piece of ass. It’s tempting to race after the intensity of how much I just want to pump into her over and over again.

But I also want this to last forever. I’m obsessed with the flush on Briar’s cheeks, the deep kiss-bitten shade to her lips and nipples. I’m starving to see what happens when I show her how incredible it feels to fuck good and deep and slow.

As I slide out to the tip, I feel it. The way she clenches around me. “Mmmfuckkkk. Your greedy little cunt doesn’t want to let go, even for one second.” With a groan that ripples through both of us, I punch my hips forward, enough force behind my thrust that makes her tits bounce, and a loud moan bursts out of my gorgeous girl.

“Look at how badly you try to keep me buried deep inside.” I slide back out, leaving only the tip for her velvety glove to contract around and fuck my entire life, it’s heaven being inside her.

“How about I make you squirt for me again?” My eyes remain fixed on her face, soaking up every shiver of unrestrained desire and the way her features tighten and contort with pleasure.

“I—I don’t know if—” Briar’s back bows as her words stumble. “Not another time.” What she’s actually saying sounds much more like a yes, please make me fucking gush all over your massive cock.

“Yes, you’re going to.” My voice dips low as I struggle to hang on. “You’re gonna make a mess of me, darlin’.” Thrust. “Then I’m gonna flip you over.” Thrust. “So you can watch yourself and see how well you take me.” Thrust. “You’re gonna watch yourself in that mirror.”

“Oh my god.” Briar moans out, louder and more desperate. It’s a goddamn beautiful sight seeing the way she unravels for me.

“That’s it, just like that. I know you can be a good girl for me.”

“It’s too—too much.” Her lashes flutter. She’s right on that edge, ready to fall into how good this feels.

“Mmm, but your cunt says otherwise. Keep squeezing me, baby. You’re the tightest fucking thing.”

Her head tips back, exposing her throat. As I keep pounding into her with a force that makes her perfect breasts bounce and quiver for me, she moans in a higher pitch, whimpers, convulses, and starts to break apart.

I add my thumb into the picture, replaceing her clit, roaming down to drag the slickness between us from where she’s impaled by my cock, and then rub over that swollen bundle of nerves.

Briar’s soft little body tenses up, and then she shatters like a fucking dream. A long, low cry followed by a gush of wetness when I withdraw a little.

Fuck yes.

“You’re fucking perfect. Look at you soaking me, like you were made for this.”

Briar’s lost the ability to form words. She pants and whimpers and makes the sexiest goddamn sounds that I’m going to be hearing every time I close my eyes.

She ripples around me, her climax dragging on and on with a long, rolling tail. Different than last time, this one is trying to suck the life out of me.

It’s so slick between us, her sexy as-hell flood coats the length of my dick and drips down my balls, and I love the fact she’s made an absolute mess of me again tonight. It’s like I’ve unlocked some kind of cheat code, and now I’m going to be trying to replace all the ways and positions to make her gush all over me like this.

I’m so fucking close; the pressure is already locked in at the base of my spine. My balls are tight, lifted up, ready to spend inside her.

But I want her to watch.

I want her to see exactly how fucking much she’s worthy of being treated properly.

“Can you make it nice and loud, darlin’… show me just how good you can be.” It takes every ounce of my self-control to pull out, scooping her limp form and guiding our bodies to line up and face the mirror at the end of the bed. “Does that turn you on when I flip you around, hmm?” My lips replace Briar’s ear from my position behind her, with our eyes seeking out each other’s in the reflection. This angle shows off our figures bathed in a shard of warm light spilling from the hallway, contrasted against the deep shadows of the room.

“You’re doing perfect.” I shove a pillow beneath Briar’s hips and brace myself on my palms, allowing my body to blanket her spine. Those eyes track my own, glazed with so much pleasure in such a short time, but fixated on each place I touch and guide and caress her soft skin. “My own perfect little toy to play with.”

Lining myself up at her entrance is goddamn bliss. We fit together in a way that can’t be a fucking coincidence, because this girl nestles beneath me like she’s always meant to be there, and I’ve just been a fool to never know who I was supposed to have wrapped in my arms this entire fucking time.

Briar’s mouth hangs open, her eyes glittering with the way the light glides across her features.

“Yours.” She breathes out.

That one word, Jesus, I think that’s my entire undoing.

“My toy.” I press forward, sinking into her velvet heat. “My property.” My cock surges, throbs. “My own little slut.”

The pretty thing wrapped around my dick moans softly, clenching, letting me know exactly how much she craves all that and more.

“You like that, darlin’?” I watch her in the mirror. Breasts pressed against the bed, arms stretched out in front of her heart-shaped face to fist the sheets with my cuff secured over her wrist. I feel a possessive noise brew inside my chest seeing her head tilted back to watch us, spine arched, and ass perched in the air. “You like being my plaything in secret? My perfect, pretty little whore to take care of?”

My hips drive against hers over and over, and I see the wash of pleasure as each thrust hits that magic spot I doubt any asshole has ever taken the time to replace and give this girl the kind of proper fucking she deserves.

“Storm…” Her eyes roll back, and watching her lose it at the dirty shit spilling out of my mouth, I’m done for.

My cock is ready to explode. Tingling builds, pressure zips up my spine, and my thrusts falter against her ass.

“Mmmfuck. See how fucking good you look, full of my cock, filled with my cum.”

“Yes. Yes.” She chants, a soft series of whimpers.

I drive forward, and my dick jerks, and my release floods her cunt. The way her pussy ripples around me makes my mind go completely blank. Wave after wave of pleasure and grunts of relief roll through me as I pulse into her tight, slick channel from behind.

When I come to, my mouth is fastened onto her neck. Sucking and licking and kissing that delicate skin is my newest obsession, like I’ve forgotten how to goddamn breathe without having the taste of this girl on my tongue.

Something tells me, a warning ticks in the back of my mind, that it might already be too late.

Both feet are in deep, and maybe, almost definitely, I already have.