Page 62 of Branded

“Not yet.” I pump my fingers harder, adding a third, stretching her. Her hips push back against my hand, demanding more. “You’re going to come on my fingers first. Going to fall apart for me before I even fuck you.”

“Sebastian, I want your cock.”

“Well, you’re not getting it yet, I make the rules.” My other hand fists in her braid, yanks her head back. “You just take what I give you. Understood?”

She nods her head and moans as her eyes flutter closed.

I work her harder, my fingers hitting that spot inside her that makes her legs shake. She’s close already; I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches around my fingers, hear it in her desperate breathing.

“That’s it. Come for me. Come on my fingers like a good girl.”

She shatters, her whole body convulsing, pussy clamping down on my fingers as she comes hard. Lennox muffles her scream against her arm, but the sound still sends shockwaves to my cock.

Before she’s even finished coming, I pull my fingers out and open my jeans with my other hand. My cock is painfully hard, has been for hours, and I’m not waiting another second.

I grab her hips, position myself and slam inside her in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck.” She chokes on the word, her hands scrabbling against the rough wood trying to hold on to something.

“Too much?” I don’t move, just hold myself buried deep, feeling her adjust around me.

“No. God, no. Move.”

I pull almost all the way out and drive back in just as hard. Then again. And again. Setting a punishing rhythm that has her gasping with each thrust.

“You were so fucking perfect out there,” I growl in her ear, my hips pistoning. “Fearless and brilliant and completely in control. Watching you work. Christ, all I could think about was getting you back here. Bending you over. Fucking you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Lennox moans, reaches for my free hand and brings it up to her breast.

“You want more, do you, wife?” I ask as I squeeze her breast through her shirt. “Is this what you want? This is what you’ve been thinking about?” I slide my hand down her body, find her clit and rub it. “Did you hope I’d fuck you like this when tonight is over? Here, where anyone can see us? Where you can’t get away? Who do you belong to, Lennox?”

“You,” she pants. “Only to you.”

The words shouldn’t affect me as they do. But hearing her say it, hearing the truth in her voice even through the haze of pleasure, makes something in my chest crack open.

I fuck her hard, rough, chasing something I can’t name. The barn wall creaks with each thrust, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. My fingers on her clit move in demanding circles.

“Come again,” I order. “Come on my cock. Let me feel it.”

“I can’t, it’s too much.” Her words hitch.

“Yes, you can.” I bite down on her shoulder through her shirt, hard enough to mark. “Come. Now.”

She does, crying out so loud I have to clamp my hand over her mouth, tilting her head so she can look at me. “That’s it, come for me. Prove you’re mine.” Her pussy clenches around me in waves, pulling my own orgasm from me with brutal force.

I come harder than I ever have, emptying myself inside her while her body milks every last drop, both of us shaking with the intensity.

When I finally pull out, we’re both breathing like we’ve run a marathon. She stays pressed up against the wall, legs trembling, my cum already starting to drip down her thighs.

I press my fingers back into her, making sure every bit of my cum is inside her, the possessive part of me liking the idea of her walking around with a reminder of who she belongs to. I pull her panties and jeans back up and turn her to face me.

“Don’t clean up,” I say. “Leave it. I want you to feel me all day. Want you to remember this every time you move.”

Her eyes are dazed, pupils blown, lips swollen from kissing. “How could I forget?”

I kiss her again, slower this time but no less possessive. I tip her chin so her eyes meet mine. “You were incredible tonight.”

“You bought a rancher.”