Page 30 of Curvy Nanny for the Cowboy

She leaned forward, her hair hanging around us like a silky blond shield from the outside world, hands flat against my chest, and then she began to move. Slowly at first, in long, deliberate strokes. She was so fucking tight that I felt every pulse, every flutter of her walls around me. “Colt, you feel so good.” Her hips sped up a little more and then a little more. “So fucking good,” she growled.

I wanted to let her lead this because I was transfixed by the sight of her, the way she learned what she liked and took it. The way she didn’t forget about me, swiping her fingers across my nipples, massaging my pecs before she teased me with her gorgeous, plumped tits. I grabbed them both a little roughly, licking and sucking the hard tips while she rode my cock.

“Oh,” she gasped when my hips thrust up. “Wow.”

I did it again and again, harder with every stroke until her legs buckled and she fell against my chest. I quickly switched our positions, hitching one of her legs over my hips, and I fucked her long, slow, and hard. Every single cry of pleasure hit me straight in my balls, but I was determined to drive her out of her mind.

“Colt,” she moaned. She was close, pulsing and squeezing me tight until I eased off. “Please,” she begged.

“Not yet,” I whispered and pulled out, slamming in one long, deep stroke.

“Colt, please,” she begged over and over. Sweat broke out on her brow, her head thrashed back and forth, and when I took her nipple between my lips, she bucked off the bed.

Hours passed, maybe days, while I kept up my torture, and she begged me to let her come. But when she gripped my hair tight enough to sting, that sent a signal straight to my nuts, and they grew tight, my spine tingled, and I knew it was time.

“I need to come, Colt. Please.”

I got up to my knees and gripped her hips, moving our bodies in time together. Hard and fast strokes, deep and then shallow, over and over until her walls tightened, her legs, her whole body went stiff, and then she exploded in a long and powerful orgasm that shook her entire body. “Let go for me, babe.”

She was beautiful with her head tossed back, body arched into a beautiful bow. I leaned forward, taking her nipple again while I continued to pump into her, seeking out my own orgasm.

“Colt,” she said, a question in her voice as her orgasm continued.

I released her with a pop. “Just ride it out, Molly. Ride it out.” I smiled down at her before taking her other nipple, moving my hips faster and faster as another wave of pleasure washed over her, and that was the one that broke the dam. “Molly,” I roared as her pussy squeezed the life out of me and took it all for herself.

My hips slowed but didn’t stop as she continued to writhe and roll her hips, riding out every single wave until her body went slack in my arms. “That was incredible, Colton. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.” Even as those words left her mouth, another shiver shook her body. “I think I might be addicted to you,” she whispered, her words slow and sleepy.

Good, because I’m damn sure addicted to you.

“And not just your body,” she murmured before her breathing evened out and deepened; sleep claimed her instantly.

Chapter19

Molly

“Iwas terrified at first, being away from home for the first time in my life and on my own.” I shook my head as I sat cross-legged at the kitchen table, eating the spaghetti dinner we hadn’t gotten around to eating earlier. “It was like a whole new world, and I had to learn how to live in it.”

Colton smiled sweetly, a hint of affection in his eyes as he listened carefully. “But you did it. You didn’t give up and go back home.”

“No,” I sighed and smiled even wider as I thought back to that time. “It wasn’t even an option as far as I was concerned.”

“Determination.” He said that one word as if he was impressed, which was more than a little flattering from a man like him who not only had taken over his family business, but improved upon it.

“More like desperation,” I laughed. “I wanted to succeed on my own terms, to prove that I could. To myself.”

His gaze was searing, which was intoxicating. Had anyone ever paid such close attention to me before? Had anyone ever cared about the words that spilled from my mouth more? The quick answer was no, which caused a host of other questions to bubble up inside of me. “And have you?”

“Yes and no.” That was the god’s honest truth. “I feel as though I’ve done what I set out to do professionally, but I want to make more of an impact, you know?”

“I do,” he said around a big bite of spaghetti. “I want to know that I didn’t just use the land and the animals for profit, that I made a meaningful impact.”

“The sustainable techniques you use are a testament to the fact that you have done that, Colton.” My heart stuttered at the look on his face, pride and uncertainty, and I knew without a doubt that my heart, my body, myeverythingbelonged to him.

“Thank you for saying that.” His gruff words put another smile on my face.

“You should really learn how to take a compliment, Colton.”

His lips tugged into a smile. “Now you sound like Sara.” He froze and sat up taller; my gaze zeroed in on his bare chest, his hard muscles, and the dusting of dark hair on his chest that led lower and lower before disappearing behind the waistband of his flannel pants. “Sorry.”

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