Page 177 of Ride a Cowboy

“Please.”

Fuck. It was the one word he’d never been able to resist from her. Regardless, he owed her an explanation. A warning.

“I can’t…” he started. The words wouldn’t come.

“I don’t care. Don’t go.”

He lifted her skirt and fought back the wave of lightheadedness that attacked when he caught sight of her thong.

He lifted his hand and slapped her bare ass cheek. Sienna started to rise, but he placed his hand on her neck and held her down. Her retreat wasn’t based on fear or revulsion. He’d seen it in her face. She was aroused. The leash slipped, fell away.

He spanked her again. And then again.

Soon Sienna began to anticipate his strikes, tried to move into them, rather than away. Her thighs glistened with her arousal as she trembled with need.

She groaned as he painted her ass pink, then red. “More,” she pleaded.

Shoving her legs apart, he pulled the thin string of her thong to the side and drove two fingers into her hot pussy. She reared up, her hair falling across her face as she fought for breath, for release.

Daniel didn’t temper his movements, didn’t hold back as he took her hard. Removing his fingers, he used her body’s juices to his ease his way into her ass. She moaned when he pressed the same two fingers deep inside the tight portal.

He needed her to understand. Maybe she couldn’t hear the words yet, but she would know by his actions, he would possess her, every part of her—body, soul, heart. He’d give her time to adjust to that, but he wouldn’t halt the pursuit, wouldn’t wait patiently on the sidelines.

He reached beneath her, shoved his free hand under her thong and found her clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub quickly. She was soaking wet, her body making it far too easy. “Come, Sienna.”

She splintered in his arms, but he didn’t release her. He continued to fuck her ass with his fingers and stroke her clit until she tumbled again. Sweat gathered at her brow as her fists clenched. “Too much. God, Daniel.”

It wasn’t. It would never be enough. Dragging his fingers from her body, he reached for her blouse. Releasing the top two buttons, he reached into her bra and pulled her breasts free of the constricting lace. Her bent position, as well as the shirt and bra, framed her breasts perfectly. He cupped the flesh and squeezed.

She moaned, urging him on. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, teasing the taut nubs until they were large, hard peaks. He longed to suck them into his mouth, but he wasn’t willing to turn her around and lose the sight of her in the mirror.

Her face flushed. Her hair was a delicious mess, a sienna waterfall. He reached for the soft tresses, drawing them away from her face. Gathering the thick mass in his hand, he wrapped it around his palm, allowing the tension to grow slowly, twist by twist until he pulled her head back.

He swallowed heavily. “Do you see yourself?”

Could she? See how beautiful she was? How perfectly they fit together?

He hastily unfastened his pants and withdrew his cock.

“Yes,” she hissed.

Daniel placed the head at her opening, then froze. “Now look at me, Sienna.”

Her gaze met his in the mirror once more.

“Do you see?” he asked as he pressed inside. Her eyes held his as he filled her. They never wavered until he was lodged completely within her.

He ached to say the words. Three words. He couldn’t deny they were there. That he felt them. But she wasn’t ready.

He retreated, then returned. Retreated. Returned. His thrusts weren’t gentle. They weren’t easy. He released her hair and gripped her hips, pulling her back to meet him.

Sienna’s hands covered his, adding her own force to this incredible merging. Two bodies becoming one. Her fingers tightened, her nails scraping along the skin on his hands, red welts appearing. While he intended to leave his mark tonight, it was clear she wouldn’t be the only one wearing the memory.

He moved faster, while trying to hold off the inevitable. He’d never wanted to come more…or less. Daniel wasn’t anxious to see this end.

Grasping her wrists, he directed her hands to her breasts. Covering the flesh with her own palms, he held them in place.

“Squeeze,” he commanded.

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