Page 19 of Auctioned to the Cowboy

“Good?”

“Yeah. Do it again,” I demand.

He grins, his cock still deep inside me as he circles his hips. “Like this?”

“Oh, God. Yes, just like that,” I moan as his pelvis rubs deliciously against my clit.

“Need to move,” he says through gritted teeth. “Tell me to stop if it hurts.”

“Okay. Yes, yes, move now,” I urge as sensation slithers along my nerve endings.

Pulling out, Henry thrusts home into my tight warmth.

“Oh. Oh, yes. I like that. Again, but faster. Harder,” I instruct.

“Bossy woman,” he growls.

“I think I might be when it comes to this. Who knew?” I pant as he does as I ask, sinking inside me deeper, harder.

Henry groans, his head falling back, his neck corded with tension. “God, Shay. You feel incredible.”

I smile, getting into the swing of things now. “You too. This is… I think I’d like to do this again.”

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that sends shivers down my spine. “You're something else, you know that?”

I beam at him. “I do. No, don’t stop,” I add, slightly panicked as he plunges deep and holds still inside me.

“Oh,nowyou want me to move?” he teases.

I don’t answer with words. Instead, I grab his muscular ass, wrap my legs around his waist, and squeeze my internal muscles around him.

“Ah, fuck,” he grunts as I pulse around him. “Where did you learn how to do that?”

“Not sure,” I huff. “I think it’s a natural skill. Vaginal gymnastics.”

He laughs, causing me to tighten around him. His laugh becomes a groan as he starts to move, his hips thrusting, his body driving into mine.

His hands find mine, our fingers intertwining, our bodies moving in sync. I match his rhythm, clumsily at first, then with increasing confidence as the fire inside me flares out of control.

“Henry, please,” I mewl, unsure exactly what I’m begging for.

“I’ve got you,” he rasps, sliding a hand between us to where we’re joined. His eyes lock onto mine as his thumb finds my clit, his gaze intense. “Are you gonna come for me again, wife?”

“I think so,” I pant as the pleasure crystalizes in my sex. “Make that a yes,” I wail as I surrender to the spasms of ecstasy washing through me.

Henry pounds into me with a savage grunt as I milk his cock, his body tensing, his release pouring into me. He groans, his head falling back, his back arching as he seals his hips to mine. He holds there for endless seconds before collapsing on top of me, breathing hard.

We lie there for a moment, our bodies still joined, our breaths ragged and uneven. Finally, he pulls away, rolling onto his side and pulling me with him.

“You okay?” he asks, pulling back a little to look at me.

“Uh-huh,” I mumble dreamily, smoothing my hand over his chest. “When can we do it again?”

Chapter 8

Shay

I wake to the warmth of a body next to mine, an unfamiliar but comforting weight that keeps the early morning chill at bay. Henry’s there, his breathing deep and even, the rise and fall of his chest against my back a steady rhythm. My heart does this little skip-jump thing it has no business doing. This isn’t supposed to feel this… safe.

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