Page 73 of Nanny for the Cowboy

Brooks chuckles. “I will. But I need to see something first.”

With a single hand, he gets me to lift my hips up into the air. I feel cool air against my slit, which is dripping with need.

“So damn pretty.” Brooks lets out the word on a groan, and then those little teeth are sliding from the insides of my thighs to my folds. “And so responsive.”

The feeling is wild, my head spinning all the harder as the wheel prickles against my skin. It’s so strange, but I’m not complaining.

No, if anything, it’s making my already sensitive skin that much more on fire. And then—with my hips up for him and my face pressed into the mattress—Brooks notches himself at my entrance, the wheel still teasing me.

“Remember to be quiet, Lucky.”

And he sinks inside me up to the hilt in one firm stroke.

I have to clamp down on my molars to keep myself from crying out, and then not even that is enough, finding my knuckles with my mouth and biting down.

“Ugh, that’s so good, precious.” Brooks begins a slow rhythm, mimicking it with how the wheel slides up and down the crease right next to my pussy. “Ride me, darlin’. Let me feel you move.”

For as much as I usually like to fight Brooks on every order, I’m happy to listen to this one. I take over the movement as Brooks slows, focusing on teasing me with that little wheel wherever and however he can.

His cock slides in and out of me, this perfect dance of back and forth while he continues to have my skin humming, thanks to the spur.

As we pick up speed, because I have to have more, Brooks rolls the wheel up my ass cheek, where it tumbles down toward my center. I whimper, jerking slightly as the overwhelming sensation kicks up another notch.

Then, the spur rolls over my folds only to move up and over that untouched spot. I yelp, and it’s a good thing it’s still muffled by the bed.

I’ve never been touched there, let alone by a spur, and holy fuck. Brooks does it again and again, groaning as I reel from it, his hips now in charge of the rhythm.

“Fuck, darlin’. You squeeze me so damned tight whenever I do that.” Brooks uses the spur again, right across that tight hole. “Ugh, it’s fucking amazing.”

“Brooks,” I whine, everything too much and not enough. “Please.”

A wicked chuckle leaves him. “Please, what, Lucky? Is there something youneed?”

“Yeesss,” I hiss, both the wheel and his cock filling me so completely driving me right to the edge, “I need…ugh…to come.”

“Oh, sweet girl.” Brooks fucks me harder, still wielding that special little toy of his. “You fall apart for me. I want you to squeeze me, make me come right along with you.”

The rhythm is powerful, paired with that sinful sensation of the spur prickling over my ass. It takes only a few minutes for me to crash over that edge, my pussy pulsing around Brooks’s shaft as I climax.

My clit is burning as the release claims me, and I do just as Brooks asked, clenching around him and drawing out his own orgasm.

“Goddamn, Lucky. Ugh,” he groans, his shaft surging inside me. “That’s my girl.”

Brooks lets go of any control as I fall apart, dropping the spur to the bed and gripping my hips with both hands so that he can plow into me.

Warmth gushes, filling me up, and it drags out another little release. Brooks comes so much, the twitch of his cock inside me goes on for several moments.

Eventually, we both still, our hard breathing the only sound in the room. Sagging over me, Brooks presses a kiss to my back before he gets us both on our sides in the bed.

“Fuck,” he says with a chuckle. “I think that was my best idea yet.”

“Damn straight it was.” I giggle right along with him, still snuggled against him with Brooks right where he belongs.

After a time, he pulls the spur out from under him, which I imagine was really uncomfortable, and then drapes his arm over me.

The room falls into easy silence as we relax, exhaustion and satisfaction claiming me in equal parts. I let myself fall into both, smiling as sleep claims me—my cowboy wrapped around me tight.

Best night ever.

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