Page 44 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
He rolled his hips and set a heated pace as Georgie’s faint gasps of pleasure bloomed into moans of ecstasy. The friction between them grew into a fiery inferno as he kissed her neck and gripped her ass, ready to take them over the edge.
“Yes,” she panted and raked her nails across his shoulders.
He had the rancher’s daughter right where he wanted her.
Without missing a beat, he worked her body, changing the angle of penetration. And then, they were there, hovering in that space between this world and the next, teetering on the edge of complete carnal gratification. Georgie cried out as they met their frenzied release, rocking and clinging to one another, drawing out each rippling wave of their climax.
“It looks like the rancher’s daughter likes it quick and dirty,” he said, then pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Oh, she likes it other ways, too.”
“This cowboy could use some details,” he replied, lowering his voice as the thought of round two sent a fresh jolt of lust straight to his cock.
Georgie sighed, coming back from wanton bliss. “The rancher’s daughter likes it…dog!” she finished, her warm body going stiff.
“You want it doggy style, cowgirl?” he asked, but something was off.
She gazed past his shoulder. “No, not doggy style. It’s our dog.”
“What about him?” he asked as a cool rush of air sent goose bumps prickling up his arms.
Georgie gasped. “He ran out the door with our Faby!”
