Page 9 of Claiming Cowboy
He groans. “You never have to beg.”
I moan his name. It tastes so good on my tongue, as good as he feels against me. But then he moves slowly, like taking his hands off me even for a second will ruin him, like not touching me causes pain too intense for him to endure.
He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a condom, and tears the wrapper open with his teeth—eyes never leaving mine. Then he lets his jeans fall to his ankles, standing there in nothing but raw, unrestrained hunger.
“Stay right there,” he rasps, low and rough, “and I’ll make sure you get everything you want. Everything you crave.”
The sight of him—half-naked, hard and pulsing, gaze dark with need—hits me like a blow. My pulse pounds everywhere at once. Just watching him roll the condom on makes heat lick through my veins and something low and sharp twist in my stomach. I shouldn’t be jealous of his hand, but logic disappeared a long time ago. I’m melting, unraveling in my own pleasure and need, and no amount of release could ever burn this hunger out.
Ryder steps closer, wraps his hands around my hips, and tugs me to the very edge of the counter. His cock slides against me, a slow, torturous grind that has my toes curling and my body begging before he’s even inside. The friction alone feels like it could undo me.
He shudders, a ragged breath slipping past his teeth. “I could watch this all fucking day,” he growls. “I might even come just from seeing you like this—open and wanting. But that’d be a damn shame. Watching you finish while screaming my name is better.”
A sound escapes me, something halfway between a moan and a plea. My hands grip his shoulders like they’re the only steadything in the world. The look in his eyes—wild, blazing—makes it clear this won’t be gentle.
His jaw flexes as he lines himself up and pushes in slowly, deliberately. One thrust. Then another. Then another—each deeper, harder, more claiming than the last. My breath breaks into tiny, desperate sounds as he fills me, stretches me, owns every inch of me.
“Oh god, Ryder,” I whimper, nails digging into his skin, and he groans like the sound of his name on my lips is enough to set him on fire.
“I’ll be your god, sunshine. You just be mine,” he growls, then hauls me against him, sucking my nipple while groaning, thrusting into me harder, rolling his hips, showing me that my fantasies can’t compare to the real thing. “Be mine.”
“Yes!” I whimper as he sets a pace that keeps my legs tensing around him and matches his tongue flicking across one nipple, then the other.
He gently bites my breast, then sucks hard, drawing a sharp gasp from my throat. He’s soft and rough in perfect, maddening balance, always unpredictable and always overwhelming. If this is lust, then what the hell have I been settling for? If this is sex, then everything before him was just a pale imitation.
“Talk to me,” he growls, fingers digging into my ass as he shifts his angle and hits that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
I clutch at him, breathless, my chest rising against his as I try to find words. “That feels… Ryder… I—”
He smirks like he owns every broken sound spilling from my lips. “Yeah, I know it does. You’re so fucking tight for me, Paige. This sweet little body was made to take my cock. You’re going tocum for me again, and again. I’m going to make sure you learn exactly what it means to be wanted, to be fucked the way you deserve.”
He doesn’t look away from me, not even as his jaw tightens and his control slips another inch. “And you’re going to cum soon, sweetheart. You’re going to fall apart all over me.”
Then his hand slides between us, rubbing my clit with deliberate, relentless circles. His mouth claims mine in a bruising kiss, swallowing every sound I make.
“Come on,” he groans against my lips. “Give it to me. Let me feel you lose it for me. That’s it… be my good girl.”
The words, the way he says them like a promise and a command, unravel me. My head falls back as pleasure detonates through me, sharp and unstoppable. I tighten my grip on him like he’s the only thing anchoring me, my body shaking as I cum around him.
All I feel is him. His hard body pressed to mine, his cock driving me higher, his voice low and filthy in my ear, telling me how good I am for him, how perfect I feel, how he’s not going to stop until I can’t take any more.
I believe him, but I don’t think there will be a time where I’m going tochooseto stop him. He’s addictive, wonderful, magic even. That’s all that matters.
Chapter 6 - Ryder
“Ryder!” Paige cries out again, her nails dragging lightly down my back as I lift her and press her slick body against the cool glass of the display case.
She either hasn’t realized I’ve picked her up or doesn’t care. Her legs wrap around me like instinct, giving me the perfect angle to drive into her deeper. And I do. I give her everything, because watching her come undone for me, hearing my name break on her lips, is better than anything I’ve ever felt.
When her eyes flutter open, I catch her mouth in a hungry kiss. She tilts her head back to look down, trying to see where we’re joined, but her perfect tits and that soft, gorgeous body block the view. It’s a shame, but fuck, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I shift my hips and hit that spot inside her that makes her gasp and tighten around me. Her pussy clenches again and again, pulling me deeper, milking me like she was made for this. She’s wet, hot, and completely wrecked in my arms, a whimpering, breathy mess, and I want to keep her right here forever.
“Talk to me, sunshine,” I growl against her ear.
Her voice comes out broken, soft. “So good. Please don’t stop. Don’t… not until you cum, I…I want to feel you cum…”
She trails off, too far gone to form a full sentence. It only makes me grin against her neck. The sound of her needy, breathless pleading is exactly what I want.
