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She takes her time. I meet her thrust for thrust.
I pull the top of her dress down, taking her nipple into my mouth.
“Gah!” Her moves falter and I take the chance to change positions. Laying her on the blankets, I start pumping hard and faster into her. I hitch her leg over my hip for better traction.
“Are you close?” I growl. I’m out of my mind with need. I need release. But not before Gemma comes again.
She doesn’t answer. Her pussy strangles my dick to within an inch of its life as she starts to come.
It only takes a few more thrusts before I’m emptying myself into the condom.
“Fuck.”
I’m dizzy with how hard my release slams into me. Nothing has ever felt as good as this. I don’t know if it’s because it’s Gemma, or that I’m getting ready to leave, but I don’t think anything will ever compare to this.
Gemma looks absolutely wrecked. One tit is hanging out of her dress, and it’s all pushed up around her waist. Red marks line her chest from where I attacked it with bites and sucks.
I rest my body on top of hers. Her breaths are coming fast as my hand drifts up and down all that soft skin.
“That was incredible.” Her fingers play with my hair. Between that and the orgasm, it’s enough to send me into a blissed-out coma.
“Fucking amazing,” I whisper into her chest. “Was that everything you wanted a pickup truck hookup to be?”
“Everything and more.” I feel her laugh everywhere. “How was your first time in the bed of a pickup?”
I still her wandering hand over my heart.
“Everything and more.”
ChapterTwenty-Four
BLAKE
“And here I thought a cattle drive would be more exciting.”
“Were you planning on showing off those expert lasso skills?” Gemma asks, wrapping her arm around me.
“It got me you, didn’t it?” I squeeze her closer to me.
“Pretty sure I came before the lasso skills. Otherwise…”
“Ouch. The real feelings come out.” I step back from her, mocking a pout. “Guess I’m just going to go sit in my cabin all by myself.”
Gemma grabs the lapels of my coat and pulls me back into her. My back collides with the side of the lodge.
“You will do no such thing, Blake Travers.”
There’s a fierce need growing in her eyes.
“Oh, I won’t, won’t I?”
My hands find her hips, squeezing, pulling her closer.
“Not unless it’s with me.”
Gemma tips her head up. Her lips are shiny, begging to be kissed.
“I guess I could spare some time for you.” I tuck a loose strand of silky hair behind her ear.
