Page 67 of Rough Cowboy
We’ve lifted a veil from our previously toxic relationship, and it’s shifted into a foundation of communication, respect, love, and affection.
The guilt of trust rings in my ears. I should tell him the truth before we go any further, but it’s hard to concentrate when he rips my dress over my head and his heated mouth trails down my throat. And the second his hands grope my breasts through the lace material, I wouldn’t care if a damn person walked in—there’s no stopping us now.
He smiles against my lips. “This is perfect.”
His tongue coaxes my mouth open—like it’s difficult. He squeezes my nipples through the material of my bra before his large, strong hand slips under. His rough skin wonderfully scratches my tender breasts.
My head drops back, and I knock a jar over on the shelves behind me.
“Leave it,” he gruffly orders when I reach to straighten it.
His thumb and pointer finger massage, tug, and squeeze my nipple to the point I’m already at the edge of pleasure, impatiently teasing me.
I grind my hips against the prominent bulge in his jeans. He’s packing. My sexual experience with this man practically makes me a professional on everything below his belt.
Thick.
Hard.
Incredible.
My hands fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans. I need to feel him inside me. I need him to slam inside me.
I shove his pants downs and over his hips, and my fingers squeeze his bare ass until he growls a sound of delight.
“I need you—I need you inside me.” My raspy plea is cut short when his mouth covers my hard, beaded nipple.
I gasp and moan. My chest arches toward him. My fingers dig through his hair, holding him to me as he tortures my hard nipples. I don’t know where or when his Stetson fell off. Another thing I could care less.
“You like that?” He bites my nipple until I squeal.
“Yes, fuck, Silver, yes.”
“That’s right, say my name.” His teeth clamp down again, and I scratch my nails up his back.
“Inside me, now.”
His strong hands catch my hips. “Condom.” His fingers loop around my panties, dragging them down my legs.
While he searches for his wallet, my hand snakes down to my wet core, and I rub my sensitive nub.
“That’s my job,” he growls, tearing the foil.
“I don’t mind helping.” My other hand cups my breast, and I pinch my nipple.
I can’t tell what flicks my switch more: touching myself or Silver’s heated gaze watching me touch myself.
He slides the condom over his thick shaft, watching me with a hooded gaze.
“Come here.” His hands grip my hips, and he drives his cock into my waiting center. “Fuck, you feel good.” His tongue pushes into my mouth.
“I want you to come with me.” His hand is on mine, both of us rubbing the sensitive spot to get me over the edge. “I want to feel your pussy clench around me.” He drives hard. One powerful thrust after the next. Pumping and grinding, rough like he can’t hold back another second.
My head drops back. My eyes fall closed.
“Look at me, Els.”
Els.
