Page 48 of Ride a Cowboy

Macie jerked again. “Oh. Oh my God.”

“You like that?”

She nodded.

Hank always swore he’d go slow with her, take his time, tease and tantalize her. And he failed in that endeavor. Every time.

The image of Macie on her hands and knees with the slender toy vibrating in her sexy ass was more than he could take.

He put the head of his cock against the opening to her hot, wet pussy and shoved in. His forward thrust pushed the vibrator as well. He could feel the pulsations along the top of his dick, the sensation so overwhelming, he had to stop for a minute to suck in some much-needed air. He needed to get a grip or this was going to be over before it started.

Hank gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and fought for control, as Macie unwittingly did everything in her power to destroy him. She didn’t appear to have noticed he’d stilled. How could she when the sexy minx was working overtime to grab her own pleasure?

She’d begun thrusting back and forth on his cock, her little sex sounds driving him wild. When she reached down to rub her clit, Hank realized it was time to take over before it was too late.

Gripping her wrists, he tugged them roughly behind her back. It was something he did often. One, because he loved it, and two, because it never failed to make Macie’s pussy clench even tighter against him. The woman loved being restrained, rendered helpless.

His abrupt actions sent her head and upper chest down to the mattress, leaving her ass in the air. As such, his cock went in even deeper.

Hank leaned over, rummaging through the nightstand again. He’d intended to pull the toys out one by one over several nights, but he wanted both hands free tonight. Grabbing the fur-lined handcuffs he’d bought, he clicked them onto her wrists, which were still resting at the base of her back.

The new form of bondage provoked the right response. Macie’s body trembled with arousal, her inner muscles tightening down on his cock so hard he saw stars.

“Fuck, Macie. You’re so sexy, baby. So fucking gorgeous.”

Much as she liked to talk, in bed, she liked to listen. His words of praise worked against her own struggle for control. And when he reached around her hip to touch her clit, it was game over.

She cried out loudly as she came. Hard.

So fucking hard.

It took all the strength in his body not to follow. Once her climax waned, he held still. He pretended he was giving her time to recover, but the reprieve was all for him. He wasn’t finished with her. Not by a long shot.

After a few minutes, Hank was ready. He cranked the vibrator in her ass on high, gripped her hips tightly and took her. Forcefully.

Macie’s hands were clenched in fists at her back, even as she sought for some semblance of control. Somehow she managed to find a way to push back each time he thrust forward, urging him on with her moans and pleas.

God. He loved her.

“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck. Harder, Hank!”

Reaching up, he grasped a handful of her hair, tugging it to lift her chest off the bed until her bound hands were pressed tight against his stomach. He used his hold to turn her head so he could kiss her.

Wrapping his free hand around her waist, he found her clit, rubbing the small nub. She was soaking wet, making it easy to stroke the sensitive spot with so much speed, she came again within seconds.

“Motherfucker,” she choked out as her body shook roughly.

Between the vibrator in her ass and her pussy’s tight clench, Hank was a goner. He pushed her chest back down to the mattress, cupped her shoulders to hold her still and gave in to every desire, every need, every fucking impulse he had to fuck her until they both died.

He couldn’t get enough of her. He never would.

Macie came once more. Or maybe her last climax was still going. Either way, it rang the death knell for Hank. His balls tightened and then he erupted, his cock pulsing as he came.

Macie’s legs gave way mere seconds after the last drop filled her, and her body collapsed completely, leaving her facedown on the mattress.

Hank tugged the vibrator free without turning it off, loving the way it sent one more soft shudder through Macie’s exhausted body.

Then he shut the thing off and tossed it onto the nightstand. Rummaging for the keys to the cuffs, he freed her hands. Macie remained lifeless through it all and he wondered if she’d fallen asleep.

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