Page 163 of Ride a Cowboy

Daniel stopped moving. “Sienna?—”

“Fuck me, Daniel. Now.” He wasn’t the only one capable of making some demands.

He was back in an instant, his cock penetrating her in one rough thrust that made her groan.

“Didn’t realize just how loud a lover you are.” Daniel’s jest would have provoked a laugh if he didn’t punctuate it with two deeper, harder passes.

“God,” she cried.

His hand returned to her mouth, causing her pussy to tighten.

“Holy shit. Keep doing that and this isn’t going to last long.” He used his free hand to pinch one of her nipples roughly. Her cunt clamped down again and she barely restrained from coming.

“That’s it, Sienna. Be ready for tonight, sweetheart. I’m going to tie you up, gag you, fuck you hard.”

She squirmed in his arms, struggling for more. He increased his thrusts. They were back to chest, with very little room to move. It didn’t matter. Daniel’s rough possession, his hand on her mouth, his whispered dirty words filled every empty, lonely spot inside her.

She trembled as he rubbed her clit. “You’re mine. Come for me, Sienna.”

Her body splintered, ruptured into a million bright shiny pieces, putting the sun to shame. She’d never felt so desired, so beautiful, so complete.

Daniel came with her, his come filling her. His arms tightened around her, supporting her with that strength she’d begun to rely on. He’d never let her fall.

Vivi’s story about JD flashed through her mind. No. This was different. So different.

Wasn’t it?

Neither of them moved for several moments as they waited for their breathing and hearts to slow. Daniel was the first to stir.

He withdrew, fastened his pants, then bent to dress her. Once he had her jeans in place, he gripped her waist and offered her a kiss so sweet, it seemed in direct opposition to the forceful claim he’d just staked.

“Stick around a little while,” he said. “You can help me work with that new horse your dad just bought.”

Sienna wanted nothing more than to spend the afternoon with Daniel, but without the protection of the condom, she was a bit sticky. “I should probably go inside. Get a shower.”

He shook his head. “No. You’re staying with me. I like the idea of you walking around with my scent on your skin, my come inside you. I told you, See. You’re mine.”

His words confused her, thrilled her, scared her. While he’d staked his claim on her body, he’d never alluded to expecting anything more from her.

Maybe they’d been fools to jump into bed without setting up guidelines. This was what came from living day-to-day. The old Sienna would never have let this affair begin without establishing rules.

She started to protest his assertion, but the words wouldn’t come. She was happy for the first time in a long time. She wouldn’t ruin things by reverting to character.

“I’ll stay,” she said.

He walked to the door. She was relieved when she watched him unlock it. He’d protected her, even while giving her the illusion of danger. “Where’s the key that opens the door from the outside?”

“In my pocket.”

She grinned, standing back as he opened the door and looked around. “Coast is clear. Come on.”

She followed him to the corral where her dad’s new horse stood. “Now,” he said, handing her a halter and a rope, “why don’t you tell me why you were so upset earlier?”

He’d noticed that? “What?”

“I didn’t like that serious expression on your face,” he said. “Thought you could use a diversion.”

She laughed. “Here’s a little FYI for you. You can distract me anytime.”

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