Page 23 of My Cowboy Valentine

“But this is where you’re going to obey me. You understand?”

I nod, my pulse pounding and my pussy throbbing with need. He could get me to do almost anything for that rock-hard rod pressed tightly against my inner thigh.

“You’re going to look at me the whole time. So there’s no doubt in your mind who’s making love to you.”

His words slam into me, and I barely catch my breath before his mouth captures mine again, his tongue sweeping into me with newfound ferocity. Angling my pelvis with his arms, he slides into my tight, wet channel slowly, teasing my pussy and taking his time, every muscle in his body rippling as he sighs against my lips.

“Your pussy feels so amazing,” he whispers. “Worth all your hate and all those years of empty longing.”

The hate, I understand but ‘years of empty longing’? “What do you mean?” I manage breathlessly.

The cowboy stops, pressing me tightly against the wall. Palming my cheek, he holds my gaze with a fiery fierceness, confessing, “I can’t remember a time I haven’t wanted you, Lesley. Even before I knew what wanting really was.”

The backs of my eyes sting, and passion grips me at his words. Gasping with want, I thread my arms possessively around his neck, claiming his mouth and mating with his tongue.

Seizing my hips, he plunges more deeply into me, sliding back until the tip of his rod kisses my lips before burying himself to the hilt again. My body hungrily devours every inch of histhick, throbbing need, climbing higher with each sensual jolt of his pelvis. His pace increases, and his right hand slips between our slapping bodies, finding my swollen clit and circling it with his skillful thumb.

My eyes roll back in my head, overcome by pleasure as his hot breath shrouds my face. His rhythm grows demanding, punishing, matching the quaking shudders of my pussy as it squeezes his length.

“Look at me,” he orders through gritted teeth, bending his knees and changing the angle slightly so that with each upward shove of his rod, the head of his cock rubs my G-spot. His free hand squeezes my waist possessively, gripping my hip jealously and slamming me back towards him as his other fingers rub my pearl mercilessly.

My body shudders and shakes as I come undone around him, milking his cock, out of my mind with my orgasm. He wrests every drop of delight from me, pounding into me again and again, even after he comes with a resonant groan, extending fully into me as hot ropes of cum flood my pussy.

Digging my fingernails into his muscular back, I scream, “Rowdy, yes!” He holds me possessively against his sweaty chest, still pulsing into me in hot waves and breathing hard against the shell of my ear.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his voice raw. Drawing his face back slightly, he scrutinizes me. “Did that feel fake to you?”

“No,” I pant, still catching my breath. “Nothing about that was fake.”

Chapter Eleven

RED

Rowdy moves away from the wall, holding me in his arms as he makes his way to the bed. Lowering my feet gently to the soft, thick carpet, his cock slides out of me, and the cold air of the room hits my sweaty flesh. I feel instantly needy for him.

Despite my rapacious desire, I excuse myself to the bathroom to clean up, staring wide-eyed at the woman in the mirror. Naked and radiant with an unguarded smile and roses in her cheeks, I barely recognize her. But she looks happy, ridiculously incandescently, ecstatically happy, and I want to see more of her.

When I re-enter the bedroom, Rowdy stands by the bed waiting for me, a naked column of muscular perfection. His eyes exude warmth and tenderness, his face awash in a lazy grin that makes my throat tighten with longing.Will I ever get enough of this man?Pulling back the white goose-down duvet and ivory sheets, he invites me into his bed, climbing in behind me and wrapping his arms around me.

The room falls silent as he snuggles me, resting his chin on the top of my head. “What’s the verdict, Red? Do I fuck as good as I rope and ride?”

I laugh, bringing his hand to my mouth and tenderly kissing his fingertips one at a time. “It was alright.”

“Just alright?” he asks, his voice too raw for me to continue teasing.

Time for some unadulterated honesty. “Don’t let this go to your head or anything, cowboy. But that was the best sex of my life.”

“Thank God,” he says, with a gorgeous, deep-chested laugh. “Because it was the best sex of mine, too. By a long shot. You about ripped my heart out with that ‘alright’ statement.”

Oh, God.This is exactly what I don’t want to do…start talking about hearts.

Trying to keep things light, I add, “Now, about how it compared to your roping and riding? That’s an unfair question because you’re one of the best team ropers in the world.”

“Shoot, Red. You don’t have to lie to me. I know you never paid a lick of attention to my rodeoing.”

“How do you know that?” I retort, looking over my shoulder at him. “I watched your events on TV when I had the chance. Until you took up with that barrel-racing bitch… What was her name?”

“You mean Crystal?”

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