Page 24 of Auctioned to the Cowboy

“Because I’m about to come all over your hand.”

She smirks. “And?”

I laugh low in my throat. “And we’re doing this my way,” I clarify, pressing her back onto our makeshift bed. “I plan to take my time with you tonight.”

I bend over her, my hot breath fanning her breast. The tip of my tongue teases her nipple, and she grasps my shoulders, straining upward. I nibble and suck lightly at the hardening peak, then move to the other breast.

“Henry,” she says desperately.

“Mmm?”

“I need more…”

I raise my head, satisfied when I see the flush on her cheeks. My hand descends to her stomach, and her hips lift in an arch. She moans in gratitude as my fingers slide through the triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs, finding the bundle of nerves hidden between her silky folds.

“Oh, Henry, don’t stop, please,” Shay moans when I remove my hand.

“I want something else,” I mutter, trailing kisses down her body until my shoulders are lodged between her thighs.

She raises on her elbows to look down at me, licking her lips nervously. “This is new. Are you sure you want to… Oh, fuck.”

Her elbows collapse, and she falls back to the bedding as I press her swollen folds open, my tongue touching the delicate peak between them. Diving in, I lick her in long, sinuous laps that make her quiver.

Her hips move instinctively, rising upward in repeated surges. I slide my hands under her ass, guiding her rhythm while my tongue strums, bathes, and bats her clit. Her muscles clench and pulse, and I know she’s close.

“Oh, God,” Shay whimpers, suspended on the brink of climax. “Please, please?—”

Lifting my head, I lever my body over hers and enter her with a deep flex of my hips.

Shay cries out, her muscles instinctively tightening at the relentless intrusion. She shifts, trying to accommodate me. Stretched tight, she’s unable to take any more.

I pause, reminding myself that she’s still new to intimacy. Eager and enthusiastic… but probably still sore from last night and this morning. Hell, I’m new to this kind of intimacy too—not the physical act, but the trust, the connection. The way she looks at me as if I’m her entire world does something to me, unraveling all the barriers I’ve built over the years.

My mouth brushes over hers, and I whisper, “Easy. Relax, sweetheart. Do you need me to stop?”

“Stop?” she squeaks, looking horrified. “God, no! Don’t you dare. You’re big, and I’m sore, but I kind of like it. Is that weird?”

I chuckle, then groan as she clenches around me. “No, sweetheart. No such thing as weird when it comes to this as long as we both enjoy it.” I smirk. “Let me see if I can help…”

Sliding my hand between our bodies, I stroke her clit while I press forward in slow nudges.

“Oh! Y-yes, that helps, Henry,” Shay gasps, her fingernails digging into my hips.

Each surge of my hips draws a moan from her throat, and she bites her lip to hold in the sounds. Then I’m all the way inside her, gliding full and deep, burying every inch of my cock inside her.

I withdraw almost to the head of my shaft, then submerge the entire length with excruciating slowness, my chest hair teasing her nipples, my stomach brushing hers.

Shay bucks upward, her hips pushing into my long thrusts until she begs frantically, “Please don’t be gentle now. Do it harder, please?—”

My mouth covers hers, muffling her cries as I plunge forward. Her inner muscles cling to me with each withdrawal, the friction sending delicious spirals of sensation to the base of my spine. My climax bubbles in my balls, but I won’t give it free rein yet. I need my wife to get there first.

I renew my efforts on her clit, sliding, circling, and rubbing until she’s sobbing her need beneath me. Capturing her bundle of nerves between my thumb and forefinger, I pinch.

“Hen-ryyyy!”

My name emerges in hitched moan as her body shakes with violent spasms. Her pussy pulses and clenches around me, milking my cock until I explode inside her with a feral growl. I sink deep, as deep as I can go, sealing my pelvis to hers as my cock unleashes inside her, leaving me gasping for breath.

I watch, awed, as Shay continues to twitch and jerk with delight. Another wave of sensation rolls over her, and she moans and shivers with a second climax. Watching her come undone is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. And in that instant, I know she’s the most precious thing in my life.

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