Page 68 of Ride Me Cowboy

Starting with kissing her, all over. Her breasts, slow at first, sensitive, and then hard and desperate, like I know she loves it, my stubble rough and leaving little pink marks on her soft flesh, my teeth clamping down on her nipples until she’s writhing beneath me, a total explosion of feeling and want, and then my mouth is lower, finding her clit, teasing her, promising her the world. She moans hard and loud and I’m glad we’re so far from anyone that I can just enjoy the sound of her, filling the air.

“Oh, Cole,” she moans, and her hands tangle in my hair as I move my mouth to her inner thigh, kissing her skin before my fingers grip her legs and part them, wide for me.

“You want this?” I ask, kneeling up and stroking my cock.

She stares at me, biting her lip, nodding. “You don’t know how much.”

“I think I do,” I disagree, my eyes devouring her.

“Please, I need you,” she whimpers.

I keep my eyes on her as I reach for my discarded jeans and pull a condom from one of the pockets, unfurling it over my length as fast as I can. It’s so restrictive it hurts, but God, sinking into her is going to be the best.

“How do you want me, Beth?”

Her eyes widen, like she’s never been asked that. I push the thought away. I don’t want to contemplate how selfish—or worse—her husband was with her.

“I…I don’t know,” she says, and the uncertainty is back, so I could kick myself for asking.

“Let me run you through some options then,” I suggest, bracing myself on either side of her body, staring down into her eyes, as my cock hilts at her sex.

She holds her breath, and I relish this moment, before I take her, before everything changes.

“We can do it like this,” I say, eyes still on her as I push inside. Man, her muscles are so tight, her whole body squeezes the life out of me at first, but I push through, slow and steady, making sure she’s not in pain as I go deeper, all the way inside. She groans and arches her back like she wants more, faster, and so I give up on slow and drive the rest of the way, pumping her full of me, and she cries out with pleasure.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moans. “Like this, Cole.”

“Now, now, City Girl, you haven’t heard all your options,” I grin. “Let’s see, though.” I drive myself in and out of this beautifulwoman, deep, then pulling out completely, before taking her once more, watching as color creeps into her face and her eyes squeeze shut. Her lips are parted on cry after cry of need—a need I feel inside, too.

Before she can come, though, I pull out and grab her hips, holding her to warn her what’s about to happen. “Or, I can take you like this,” I murmur, and I roll her over onto her stomach, then lift her hips, so she’s kneeling, spread her legs with my knee and push into her, my fingers digging into her butt cheeks as I take her from behind, just like I’d fantasized about. Just like I’d told her I would.

“Oh, yes, Cole,” she moans, her face turned to the side, so I see the way her lips are parted and her eyes fluttering frantically. “Please, like this. You’re so deep,” she says. I reach one hand around so I can grab a perfect breast and massage it firmly as I take her over and over and she says my name like it’s both a prayer and a curse. My hand on her ass kneads the flesh there, and the more I touch the more she presses back, inviting more, needing more.

I swallow a curse as I feel my own orgasm building, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting that happen until she’s come at least several times. So, I focus, hard, on this, on her, and when her voice reaches a fever pitch, I do more of what she loves, until she’s screaming my name and shaking all over.

“Okay, that’s a point in favor of option two,” I say, my voice coming out rough and raw. “Now, how about this,” I say, pulling her hips away from me, and lifting her easily. I kneel down and when she turns to face me, to look at me with curiosity and wild, abandoned need, I drag her into my lap, so she’s straddling my hips. “Show me what you want, baby.”

Her eyes widen, and that uncertainty is back.

“I’ll help you,” I say. “But you’re in charge. Show me how you want me.”

“You know how I want you.”

“Trust me, you’re going to like this,” I promise.

Her expression shows uncertainty, but she kneels up and then lowers herself over me, moaning as I fill her up in a wholly new, different way. She rocks on her haunches, unsure at first, and then, as the feelings and sensations take over, she’s moving harder and faster, and her breasts are bouncing right in my face so it’s the most natural thing in the world to lavish them with kisses, to suck on her nipples, to run my tongue over her skin and then to suck the underside of her breast for long enough to leave a mark, a small signature of possession.

“I like this,” she says, “You’re right,” and then she’s tumbling over the edge of pleasure again, wild and wanton, abandoned to this night, this feeling.

“God, I could watch you come all day,” I mutter, grabbing her hips and holding her down on me, keeping her there as her muscles tighten and explode.

“I could come for you all day,” she says on a whimper.

“I’m glad to hear it. I just might hold you to that.” I kiss her shoulder, and then ease her flat on her back, moving my body over hers.

I liked all those positions. I could fuck her any which way and get off on it, and I’m pretty sure she feels the same way. But I want to watch Beth come just like this, and when I explode, I want her to see me, to know she’s responsible for it.

I move into her, my body now so familiar with hers, with what drives her wild, that I bring her to the precipice of pleasure again within minutes, stoking fires that are already burning, with my hands, my mouth, my dick.

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