Page 45 of Cowboy's Healing Heart

I've been on the frontline, in the line of fire, ready to die for my country. But this... I could die like this.

Her hands grip my hair tighter, pulling hard, but the pain mixes with pleasure. I'm lost in her, consumed by her. She tastes so good, and I know she's close. Her moans turn into a high, keening wail as she comes, her thighs trembling as her orgasm washes over her.

I don't stop, prolonging her pleasure, my tongue and fingers working in tandem until she collapses, spent. I look up, seeing her flushed and panting. I kiss my way back up her body, reclaiming her mouth in a deep kiss.

"Shane," she whispers against my lips, her fingers brushing my jaw.

"I know," I say softly, knowing exactly what she needs. I stand up, pull her to the tailgate's edge, and quickly shuck off the rest of my clothes. Then, I'm positioning myself at her entrance, my cock rock hard and throbbing.

I push forward, sliding inside her inch by inch, watching her eyes flutter shut as she takes me.

"Fuck," I groan, bottoming out. She's so tight, so wet, and so perfect. "You feel amazing, baby."

Then I start to move, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in, savoring the feeling of being inside her.

Krystal's legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper, urging me to go harder, faster.

Our bodies move together in a perfect rhythm, giving and taking in equal measure. I can feel her tightening around me again. I grip her hips, dragging her up and down my dick. She leans forward, pressing her full breast to my chest, as she cries out my name.

The sound of her pleasure, the feel of her around me, the scent of our lovemaking—it's all too much. My balls tighten, and my thrusts become erratic. I'm on the edge, teetering on the brink.

"Fuck," I growl, feeling my own release building. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock."

I reach down between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing circles as I pound into her.

"Oh, Shane, just like that," she cries, arching up against me.

"Come for me again," I growl in her ear, biting down on her shoulder as I feel myself hurtling towards the edge. "I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock."

"Give it to me…" she moans, her nails glide across my scalp, pulling me so close we're one.

Our bodies move together frantically, desperate for release.

My hips snapping forward with increasing speed. The truck rocks with our movements, but I'm beyond caring. All that matters is Krystal, the way she feels around me, the sounds she makes as I please her.

Fire coils in my gut. But I hold back, determined to make Krystal come again.

"Are you ready, my love?"

"Yes," she moans. "Fill me up, baby."

Her voice is a whisper, a plea. Her eyes lock on mine, filled with need and longing. I can feel the connection between us, the bond that only grows stronger with each touch, each kiss.

"Krystal, I'm going to come," I growl, my voice rough with desire. "I'm going to fill you up with my seed."

"Yes," she cries, her hips bucking wildly against mine. "Give me all of it!"

Her words send me over the edge, my control snapping. I slam into her one final time, burying myself deep inside her as I explode. My cock throbs and spurts, filling her with my cum.

"Oh...my god!" Krystal cries, her own orgasm crashing over her.

She clamps around me, milking every last drop of cum from my cock. Her nails rake down my back, leaving stinging trails in their wake.

It feels like I can't move like I'm stuck deep inside of her forever. And I want to stay here for the rest of my life.

I want to stay inside of her, connected, one.

We stay locked together for several moments, panting heavily. Then, finally, I slip out of her, our combined fluids leaking onto her thighs.

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