Page 22 of Her Candy Cane Cowboy
I buck my hips, and he presses his palm on my mound, holding me in place. Writhing, I pant and moan, calling his name on repeat.
He finds my G-spot and in a flash I’m heading for a wave of ecstasy. My muscles clench. My toes curl. I arch my back and come on a half-scream, half-sob, shuddering like my body is breaking apart. And it is. I’m undone. Wrecked and completely satiated.
I don’t even have the energy to cooperate as Dallas takes off my shirt and bra. He scoots me to the center of the bed, then removes his shirt.
He has muscles for days. Six pack abs. So well defined. He undoes his jeans. When he takes off his underwear and I see that big cock, I feel like I won the penis lottery. If there were such a thing. I just know I feel very lucky.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks reaching for his wallet.
“I am. Come inside me and try to wear out your welcome,” I tease.
He laughs, tosses aside his wallet and then joins me, positioning himself between my legs. “If I do anything that you’re not comfortable with, let me know.”
“You won’t. I just want to feel you in—” I suck in a breath when the tip of his cock enters me because if feels so damn good.
“Do you want it slow and easy?” He asks as his cock partially enters and stretches me.
“No. I want you to forget about being a gentleman and fuck me wild.”
“Ah. This relates to your earlier reference about a wolf?”
My face heats. “Um…”
“Whatever fantasies you’ve got darlin, let me know and I’ll deliver,” he says, taking both my hands in one of his. He raises them above my head, pinning my arms to the mattress. “Your wolf man is here,” he teases.
“Dallas—” His name is all I have time to say before he plunges inside me all the way to the base of his cock.
To be this full feels so fucking good. “Yes…like that…”
“This is what you wanted?”
“Yes…yes….”
He pistons in and out, fucking me like a machine and I love it. With him, I feel protected. Desired.
“Let me see you come again,” he says.
“I don’t know if I can?—”
“I said come again,” he growls, covering my mouth with his. He shifts, angling his cock to touch my swollen flesh.
I come on a loud, hoarse cry of relief.
As I’m coming, his hips slam into me, driving his big cock deeper. My name crosses his lips as he spills into me. “I knew it would be good between us,” he groans and shudders pumping until he’s empty. Then his body relaxes on mine.
We rest that way for a few minutes while our breathing slows. I like the heavy feel of Dallas on top of me and tell him to stay there, but he rolls over, taking me with him so now I’m the one on top.
“I see it,” he says.
“See what?”
“The doubts. The what-have-I-done fear. It’s in your eyes.”
“It’s not you,” I want to explain, but don’t know exactly where to start.
This patient, kind and sexy cowboy smooths my hair back. “Take your time, darlin’. I’m not going anywhere.”
His encouragement is a key that unlocks my past. “I was engaged before,” I say. And like a dam bursting, the words start pouring, spilling out the hurts held in my heart. “He left me at the alter on Christmas Day.”
