The Lawman (Montana Men Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

there. Are you ready to give it to me?" His lips pressed into a very sensitive spot behind my ear.
    I nodded, his nose nuzzling against my nape as I did so.
    He sat back on his haunches, his knees between my thighs. Quickly, he tugged off his vest, freed the shirt from his pants, undid the buttons, tossed it to the floor.
    Oh my. His chest was muscular and broad, with a a smattering of hair that looked soft to the touch and tapered into a thin line trailing down to his pants. Climbing off the bed, he stood, undid his belt and removed his pants. Before I had an opportunity to glimpse his naked form, he was back between my thighs, propped on his forearm by my head. I glanced down his tanned body. His other hand was holding his...cock in a firm grip, sliding up and down. "I know I said I'd never hurt you. But this might hurt, and there's no way to avoid it. Remember, I'll take you later, but right now you're giving yourself to me."
    He guided himself to my entrance as I thought about his words. I was too muddled to understand the difference. When I felt him slip inside, stretching me wide, I stopped thinking all together, just felt him opening me up.
    I started breathing hard as I adjusted to him, pushing my hands against his unmoving shoulders. I could feel the springy hairs on his legs tickling my thighs. "Ryder, you're too big. It's too much."
    Inch by inch he filled me, slowly, but I couldn't accustom myself fast enough. Shifting my hips, I tried to accommodate all of him, but he was so large!
    "I'll fit, baby. You were made for me. I can feel your maidenhead." He nudged forward ever so slightly. Our breaths mingled. His scent was strong, pine and outdoors. He was watching me, his light eyes intent on my face. Sweat dotted his brow, his arms rigid and tight with solid muscle, holding him aloft. We touched only in the most intimate of places. He was being patient. I could tell his restraint was costing him, allowing me time to accept him. "All right?"
    "Yes," I said, my voice a hoarse whisper. I felt full, consumed by him.
    "Lift up your hips. Give over, baby."
    I took a deep breath, my hard nipples rising on the inhale to brush against his chest. I felt it all the way to my toes. Doing as he bid, I lifted my hips off the bed and he pushed forward, thrusting deep in a quick rush.
    My head arched back at the exquisite fullness, the stretching, the openness and the burning of being claimed. For this is what it was. A claiming. I was Ryder's and there was no way I could ever forget.
    He kissed my cheek, my closed lids. "There now. Was it so bad?"
    "No," I breathed. "It didn't hurt, just...uncomfortable." I relaxed my clenched muscles, finally acclimating to his possession.
    Once I did, he pulled out a small amount, easing the fullness, but slid home once again. I felt my body relax even more as he rubbed against some place, some secret spot hidden behind my maidenhead. It was even better than when I touched myself, the intensity of the pleasure. Touching myself alone would never be enough now that I knew there was more. So much more.
    He moved again. I moaned.
    Again. I clenched my knees about his hips.
    Once more. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders.
    "Ryder, please!" I begged. Exactly for what, I didn't know, only that he alone could give it to me.
    Gone was the slow, gentle touch. In its place was a man who was overcome with his baser needs. Pulling almost completely out, with just my lips parting and clinging to him, he rammed home. Over and over. His head lowered to my breast, his tongue flicking and tugging on my nipple. All at once I came, my inner walls clamped down on his probing cock, wringing as much pleasure from him filling me as I could. I screamed and dug my heels into the backs of his thighs, lost, overwhelmed, turned inside out.
    With one deep thrust, Ryder buried himself deep within me, body rigid. He practically growled his pleasure as I felt him pulse again and again, filling me hotly with his seed.