Page 101 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
“Oh my God, Pollyanna.” She shrugs out of my grasp, sighing. “I’m fine.” She grabs my shirt off the floor and tugs it on. “Be right back.” Then she’s out the door, yelling for Jackie, leaving me hard and confused.
A few minutes later she’s back with a dust buster.
“Y’all are one kinky couple!” I hear Trish yell.
“Earmuffs! La la la!” Rose screams before Jules slams the door shut, cutting her off.
“Up, cowboy.”
I stand, still hard, my cow trying to poke out of the barn so to speak, as Jules turns on the hand vacuum and runs it over the covers. “There.” She tosses the vacuum on a chair in the corner, a triumphant smile on her face. “Now you can fuck comfortably.”
My God. This woman.
Her smile dims at the serious expression on my face. “Er, sorry. I mean, have sex?”
I grab the hem of my shirt that hangs mid-thigh on her and tug it up over her head. “Oh no.” I turn her, pushing her back onto the bed. “We’re definitely going to fuck.”
Her eyes roll back and she shivers. “Damn, Holt.” She unclasps her bra, the cups falling to the side. Her nipples pebble in the cool air. “Then what was with that face?”
I push my boxers down, grab my dick and pump. “I was just thinking how much I love you.”
Jules’ eyes go wide, and I have a second to bask in shocking her quiet, before she turns the tables by sliding off the bed, onto her knees, and sucking down my cock in one swallow.
“Fuck, Jules.”
She moans, the sound humming against my dick.
“Ahh.” I fist her wild curls in my hand, letting her head bob a few times before pulling her back.
Her mouth is swollen, her eyes heavy with lust, all memories of today’s events forgotten, if only for now.
Eyes on me, her tongue darts out, licking the tip of my dick.
“Fucking hell, Jules.” In a moment, she’s on the bed again, and I’m pulling at her panties.
“Can’t rip these, eh, cowboy?”
I roll her onto her side. “Don’t need to when they serve a purpose.” I keep them anchored around her thighs.
“What are you—” She gasps as I enter her from behind. “Fuck that’s good.”
Her thighs tighten together, locking down my dick as I thrust.
One arm wraps around, grabbing her breast, pinching her nipple, anchoring her to me, while I use the other on her clit.
She can’t move, she can’t control anything, she can just feel.
“You’re safe,” I whisper as my fingers v on either side of me thrusting in and out of her.
Jules’ back arches, but I hold her still. “Holt, I—”
My fingers move to her clit, circling slowly. “I got you.”
Seams pop as she fights her panties holding her legs in place.
“I love you.” I smack her clit.
“Oh my God!” Her whole body shakes and convulses as she comes. Her inner walls clamp down on me, sending me over the edge, but I force myself to concentrate, to pet her clit, bring her down slowly. Make sure she knows she’s cherished, taken care of.
