13. Caro

THIRTEEN

Caro

Of course, I know what it feels to make love to Ricky Rowe. I know his body like I know my own.

But there’s something else here. It feels stronger, more overwhelming than it ever has.

Ricky stands up and shucks his jeans off of his feet, growling as he lunges at me. “I am never ever gonna wonder where you are, baby girl. I’m gonna know every second of the day where you are and who you’re with. Me. Always me, Caro.”

Then his lips descend on mine like he’s on a mission to brand me with all of his strength, all of his hunger.

I lift my head, my own lips tangling with his, teeth and tongues clacking together in a frenzy unlike anything I’ve ever felt before in my life.

“Hell, baby. I missed the hell out of you. Don’t ever leave me again or I’ll paddle your fucking pretty ass until you can’t sit for a week.”

I should be terrified when he talks like that. But my heart soars, my body heating with a fire that defies description. My hands push at his shoulders and I climb up on top of him. “You don’t scare me, Ricky Rowe. I know damn well you’d never hurt me.”

He chuckles, his dark eyes glowing with golden sparks. “That’s true. I won’t hurt you. But you might find you like a little punishment.”

I roll my eyes and my hips roll on his lap, his eyes closing, his nostrils flaring as he thrusts up into me. “Fuck, baby. You’re killing me. I need in that pretty pussy.”

I smirk and then lift myself up before dropping slowly, one inch at a time until he’s buried all the way up to his balls and I’m sitting on his thick-as-tree trunk legs. I tilt my head back, panting lightly.

“So full. God, it’s so good, Ricky.” It’s more than good. It’s perfect.

“Move, baby girl. Show me how you ride a cowboy, darlin’.” His grin cuts me right to the heart.

I lift up and then slowly slip down his stiff length, his thickness dragging deliciously down my slick walls. “Oh my god!” My eyes roll back and I roll my hips. He grasps my thighs roughly and groans.

“Dammit, woman! You’re gonna kill me before that perfect pussy milks every drop of my cum out of me.”

Holy fucking shit! Ricky is a dirty talker master! I bite my lip and growl under my breath, ramming my body down on his slick pole. “Faster, dammit! Fuck me like you mean it, Ricky.”

“Hell yeah, I will!” He growls and flips me over until I’m fully covered by his big body, deliciously driven into the couch and fully covered by his big, warm body. He lines up with my slit and then drives in hard and fast, my breath stuttering as he hammers me into the couch cushions.

“Yes, yes, yes!” He growls like an animal and bends down to lap at my taut nipple before he nips it hard. My back bows and I grab the pillow again. But this time he throws the damn cushion aside and leans down to lap at my mouth with his lips before he takes control and drinks down my whimpers, his harsh lips sealed to mine.

“Humph!” I mumble but white light explodes behind my eyes and I throw my head back, trying to break free. His big hand wraps around my throat and he stills me, holding me gently but securely. Everything blacks out and I lean back and moan raggedly, waves of pleasure licking at my nerves and sending me flying.

“Oh my god!” I whimper. “Ricky, I love you.” He growls and then his slim hips piston in and out of me and pressure builds up inside me, winding torturously up and up and up until it feels like rocket flares exploding into a night sky, lighting up the dark, lonely spaces that I never thought I’d find my way out of.

I fall back and groan, my eyes closed, breath panting out. Sweat puddles under my boobs and I wriggle, so damn uncomfortable but not really wanting to move.

“Let’s go to bed, baby girl.”

He stands up and one eye forces itself open to look at him because duh! I’m not an idiot. Any woman would look at a naked man that looks like Ricky Rowe. I’m only human, dammit!

He pulls his boxers back on and then bends down to pick me up. I don’t even have the strength to wrap my hands around his neck. I lean my head against his broad chest, my fingers idly tracing the whorls of dark hair on his muscular chest.

But then I lie back and close my eyes, my head completely fuzzy, exhausted beyond belief.

He gently lays my limp body on his body and leaves the room. After one minute he comes back in and then moves my legs, a soft cloth running across my thighs. Then he grasps the sheet and pulls it up my body. He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Sleep, baby girl. I’ll be here keeping an eye on things. Don’t you worry. You’re both safe with me.”

Then he leaves the room and I stretch, sore and sated, a permanent smile fixed on my face.

I curl up and push my face into the pillow, sighing and relaxing into the softness of the pillows, the wonder of Ricky and what just happened.

I close my eyes and wrap my hands around the pillow, pulling it close, pretending that it’s him and I can smell that manly, sweet scent that surrounds him.

With one last sigh, I slip into darkness and let the veil of sleep take me down, way down, into restless, hungry darkness.