Page 21 of Auctioned to the Cowboys

“Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” she whispers, gasping again when I push two thick fingers inside her. “Oh…” Taylor pinches her nipples in time to my thrusts, losing herself in sensation and forgetting all her restraint. In no time at all, she comes like the crack of my whip, her whole body straining as I continue to pump into her, prolonging her pleasure.

When she's done, I lean over to kiss her pouty lips. Our breaths mingle as my cock slips through her wetness, notching at her entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” I ask.

“Yes,” she whispers.

The shyness is back, and I bring my hand to clasp her chin, forcing her to keep eye contact with me.

“Are you sure?”

She nods and I use my weight to push my cock deep, spreading her open. It's like sliding into a warm bath after twelve hours of hard graft, like redemption after a lifetime of sin.

We're skin-to-skin. Wet heat accepting my rigid, aching cock. I don't care what anyone says. There’s nothing sweeter than going bareback, knowing there's nothing between you and your woman. Knowing that when you come, she'll carry something of you around after. It's the most primal and territorial way of marking possession a man has. I should know.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” I tell her. “You take me perfectly. Does it feel good?”

She nods, and her eyes roll as I start to move, giving her long, slow deep thrusts that grind against her sensitized clit.

“Good girl,” I whisper close to her ear. “Good girl…you take my cock so well.”

She moans, bringing her arms around my body and pulling me closer. If I had doubts about whether her acceptance of this was out of duty or desire, I don't anymore. She craves this feeling as much as I do. My excitement builds, fogging my thoughts with lust.

“You love it, don't you?” I move harder, grinding deeper. “You love Daddy’s big cock.”

The word slips out of my mouth before I have a chance to censor myself. The last time I brought it into my sex life, the woman I was with decided I wasn't right for her. I can't risk that happening with Taylor, not when so much is riding on this working. My breath hitches because I'm a stupid man for risking everything before we've even started. Her sweetness has clouded my mind, made me weak, and made me forget myself and what's important. Braced for rejection, I stop moving.

“Yes,” she gasps, tugging at my hips, urging me back into the same rhythm.

My eyes widen. Maybe she didn't hear what I said. But if she did, and it doesn't bother her… or maybe she liked it?

Do I risk trying again?

“Good girl,” I say, giving her hip a gentle squeeze. “Work yourself on my cock. Give it to Daddy.”

From beneath me, Taylor begins to undulate her hips, searching for the friction she needs as her chest flushes with exertion and arousal.

I spread her legs wider with my thighs, driving harder and deeper. When she comes again, gripping my dick with her spasming muscles, I finally let myself release deep inside her, and it feels so good, I groan like a dying animal.

Her hands press against my ass, urging me closer even though I'm as deep as I can get. Our sweat mingles, and breaths come in pants. I cant my hips gently, easing my cum against her cervix. She's so ripe and ready for breeding. Her wide hips and curves tell me everything I need to know about her readiness for a family.

“Taylor,” I murmur against her lips. “My sweet girl.”

Taylor shivers, kissing me back, sliding her tongue over mine. I stay inside her for the longest time, wanting to make sure my seed doesn't slip from her pussy too quickly. I touch her hair, marveling at its softness. I caress her face, mapping her pretty profile with my fingertips. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, and the freckles that dust her nose and cheeks are glitter-like. “You made Daddy feel so good,” I say, looking directly into her eyes. Just from those simple words, her pupils dilate, and her pussy contracts. I knew she was the right one from the moment I saw her and heard her speak. I knew she’d be perfect for me. “My good girl,” I whisper against her jaw as my body shudders from the comedown.

When I roll from Taylor, I tuck my arm beneath her and pull her into my body. Her fingers stroke through the hair on my chest and over the tight skin that dips between my abs. I might be forty, but my body is still in peak condition. I close my eyes, relishing the peace that's settled over the house and the comfort her body gives me, curled against my side.

She didn't question whether I should have worn a condom. She doesn't seem bothered that I came inside her. I can only take that as a good sign, a sign she wants what I want.

“Who's that?” she asks suddenly, jolting me from my internal deliberations.

When I open my eyes and follow her gaze, surprised at her question, I realize my mistake.

I should have taken the photo down before I brought her upstairs, but it's too late now.

“My son,” I say.

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