Page 135 of Bucked Hard

Epilogue Two

Three Years Later

I’m the most spoiled girl in the world, I think.

Not only did I just have breakfast in bed with the man I love, who treats me like a queen, I’m doing it in a villa overlooking the Rhone river in France.

The warm morning sun streams through the gauzy white curtains as they blow around in the open doors to the balcony as I lean over the bed, and Garrett’s cock slides in and out of my ass.

Seems this girl likes it a little dirty.

A lot dirty.

Just took the right cowboy to awaken my inner slut.

I stretch my arms outward onto the messy bedding as Garrett’s fingers slip under me, down my belly and between my thighs, then start working my clit as he fucks into my tight opening from behind. He’s finding new ways to make me crazy for him and I love every one of them.

He’s grunting harder and deeper now. The base of his perfect cock getting thicker. Stretching me until I’m screaming. My voice echoing out onto the street, where I’m sure the French people ignore it as though it’s a non-event.

“You like my cock in your sweet little ass, don’t you, Filly?”

I choke out an affirmative as another orgasm quickly builds. Over the years, my body has learned to accommodate that horse sized equipment of his, but it still pushes me to my limits every time.

“My sweet little wife, so greedy. So needy. You want my cum too, don’t you?” His voice is gruff, and he slams into me until his balls make little smacking sounds against my flesh.

“At least I’m only greedy for you, Sheriff.” I puff out with each drive of his cock and I hear the rumble come from behind me.

I feel the scruff of his face on my back as he kisses then bites into my flesh. He thrusts faster, practically fucking me permanently into the mattress, and I feel the climax take hold.

It curls my toes first, makes my fingertips tingle, then it races through me like a tsunami of pleasure. My cowboy has to be the sexiest man on Earth. I’m sure of it.

The flesh on my inner thighs is still warm from his face working between them for an hour.

My sensitive nipples are rasping on the white sheets as he pounds into me harder and faster, claiming my entire body until I arch and explode in a climax so hard my legs give out. Garrett’s hand between my legs turns to a support around my waist as I ride out the shaking bliss.

His massive cock twitches and pumps into me and I feel the cum filling me inside and dripping down my inner thighs.

“You okay, baby?” He runs a hand down the back of my hair and onto my back as I pant and recover, his cock still full inside me.

“Um hm.” I manage as I feel him slowly retreat, then slip out of me before he lifts me gently up and onto the bed.

“I’ll run us a bath.” He leans in and kisses me, my body still quivering from the massive orgasm. His salt and pepper hair is a little more salt than pepper these days, but it only makes him sexier to me. I see the looks he gets as we walk around on our travels, with his black cowboy hat and worn brown boots.

I can still taste him in my mouth as I breathe. He spent down my throat before flipping me over and taking my ass as I begged for more. The contentment I feel right now fills my heart until it’s bursting.

I watch as his naked body walks into the enormous marble bathroom in our suite. TheCowboy Travelslittle blog I started has turned into two books, a full-time website, sponsorship deals and television features on the Travel Channel.

Garrett is a celebrity. The cowboy who said he’d never leave Montana has inspired thousands of other people to see the world.

And now, we have a spin-off which is called Cowboy, Filly and Family Travels, which features family friendly travel destinations around the world, where we show others how to get the most out of travel with their kids.

We have Eli, who is now two, and Marietta who is just six months. It’s still early, the kids are still asleep in the adjoining room and my belly is pushing out with our third on the way in four more months.

Every trip we take is incredible. Everything I do with Garrett is incredible. He’s my husband, my lover, my best friend, my protector, my everything. And the joy he brings me warms me every day from my heart all the way to my fingers and toes.

A few minutes later, the roman bath is full, and Garrett and I settle into the warm water, my back against his chest.

“You ready to be home?” I ask as Garrett’s hands cup and massage my breasts just under the water.

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