Page 50 of Tangled Up With You

“I want you to stretch me wide open. No preparing my pussy or getting me ready for you.”

He took two steps back, that dominant, alpha cowboy standing before me now as he reached behind his neck and whipped his shirt off. His belt buckle clinked as he undid it, and I watched in rapt fascination as he popped the button, lowered the zipper, and reached in to pull his thick, rigid cock free.

“This what you want?” he asked as he stroked his hand upward, gathering the pre-cum at its tip and using it to slick his hand back down.

I stood completely and unabashedly naked before him and nodded.

“Then do as I say. Get down on your knees.”

I lowered as gracefully as I could, so turned on I didn’t even register the harsh concrete floor abrading my skin. He must have realized then how unforgiving the ground was, because he clucked his tongue and shook his head. “No, that won’t do, baby.”

I tracked his every step as he moved around the room. First he grabbed a horse blanket from the rack against the back wall. Then he moved over to a hook near the door that had ropes draped across it. He fingered each one like he was testing thefibers before nodding to himself decisively and unlooping one of the ropes.

I swallowed down the thick lump of lust that had formed in my throat. “What’s that for?”

He winked and my clit tingled. “You’ll see. Now put this under your knees.”

I took the blanket and placed it on the ground, the softness a massive improvement as I kneeled on it.

He came to stand in front of me, his cock still protruding from his jeans and making my mouth water. “Hands,” he commanded on a grunt.

I lifted my wrists, unsure what was about to happen, but trusting him enough to go with it without worry. I sucked in a breath as he whipped the surprisingly soft rope around my wrists, binding them together in an intricate knot I wouldn’t be able to get out of no matter how hard I tried. He took the long length that he’d left free and stretched it up above my head, creating another impressive knot that fingers the size of his shouldn’t have been able to make with such ease, then he looped it around a hook high on the wall.

“What—” I gave my wrists a testing jerk, the knots holding strong.

Connor walked around me, coming to stand in front of me and running a gentle hand down my hair. “You trust me, butterfly?”

I swallowed and gave him a nod. “Y-yes.”

“Good girl.” And there it was, that praise that had my pussy weeping.

He moved behind me, and I heard the shuffling of his boots and the clinking of his belt as he shoved his jeans lower. I didn’t look back to see what he was doing, but I felt the heat of his body at my back just before his hand slid down my ribs and caressedmy right hip. “Lean forward a bit, baby. Just enough to pull the rope tight. I won’t let you fall.”

I did as he instructed, my heart hammering inside my chest as I hinged forward at the waist. My arms stayed stretched above my head, catching me mid-lead so my chest was nearly parallel with the floor. It was a position that wouldn’t take long to start to hurt, but before I could worry, Connor looped my hair around his fist and used it to pull my head back, holding me stationary and taking some of the pressure off my arms. He was using my hair like the reins for a horse. It felt dirty and depraved and I was so fucking turned on thinking about what we looked like.

I could feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs, and I knew I was so worked up that he was going to be able to slide inside me easily.

He notched the head of his cock into place, nudging the first half-inch inside me. “You ready to be fucked hard and raw, baby?”

“Please, Connor,” I begged. “Do it now.”

His hips bucked forward and he drove himself inside me to the hilt, letting out a string of curses as I cried at the invasion, the pain barely registering before it gave way to pleasure so intense I couldn’t breathe. He stretched me so perfectly, better than any other man had before.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted as he began riding me hard, those magical hips of his moving against me like they did when he was up on that bull. “Fuck, if you could see how well your pussy’s stretching for me right now.” He pounded into me, grunting with each forward thrust into my tight heat.

I could already feel another release building, this one threatening to be absolutely devastating. “Christ, you’re such a good girl, letting me tie you up like this and fuck you hard.”

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, gasping for breath as the pressure inside me built. “Please, don’t stop Connor. I’m close.”

“So goddamn perfect for me,” he growled, his fist tightening in my hair. I twisted my hands and gripped the length of rope, desperately needing something to hold on to. “You gonna take my cum, baby? You gonna beg me for it while I fill you up?”

“Yes, please!” I cried. “I need it. Give it to me.”

“You first,” he gritted out. Then he brought the hand that had been gripping my hip up and brought it down on my ass with a loud crack. The searing pain of his hand slapping my ass hard enough to leave a mark was all I needed to explode. A million nuclear missiles detonated inside me. I started to scream so loud Connor had to lean over my back and clamp his hand over my mouth to muffle the noises I couldn’t possibly control on my own.

“Fuck, your pussy’s grippin’ me so goddamn hard, I can’t. Can’t hold back.”

I clenched myself around him, forcing him to let go and join me. We came together in the middle of the tack room, my own climax so intense I swore there were a few seconds when I blacked out.

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