Page 43 of Colt

“Oh, I do, cowboy. I do. Come inside and we’ll save water.” She hooked her fingers in his belt loops and pulled him into the house. Once inside, she wrapped her arms around his waist, leaned into him, and pressed her soft lips against his. They shared a heated kiss as she removed his hat and tossed it onto a chair.

“I seriously need a shower, Chelsea,” he said after breaking the kiss.

“Then, let’s do that.” She took his hand and led him to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, she slowly lifted his shirt over his head, and dropped it to the floor before unbuckling his belt, unsnapping his jeans, and pulling down the zipper with a swift yank, making him draw in a sharp breath.

“Damn, woman. You just took ten years off my life.”

Chelsea laughed. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, you sound it.” Unable to resist any longer, he fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her close for another deep passionate kiss.

As their lips met again, she shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down, exposing him fully. Her hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, causing him to groan with pleasure. He quickly shed his boots, jeans, and socks before returning to their passionate embrace.

His hands roamed over Chelsea’s body as he untied the belt on her robe, and slid it open. He explored the silky softness of her back and shoulders, then pushed the robe off her body, letting it fall in a pool around her feet.

“Condom,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Get my wallet.”

Chelsea retrieved his jeans from the floor and fished out an envelope from the back pocket.

“What’s this?” she asked curiously.

“It’s from the Cotton estate. It’s probably just a letter thanking me for working here,” he said. “Just get the condom.”

She removed it from his wallet, ripping it open with her teeth, and expertly rolled it onto him. He scooped her up, settling her on the bathroom counter as his finger trailed along her wetness. Her moan vibrated through him, sending shivers down his spine as he kissed her deeply.

“Colt,” she whispered his name, making him shudder with desire.

He locked eyes with her as he positioned himself and inched inside. She gasped at his sudden invasion while wrapping her legs tight around his waist, pulling him closer. He could feel her pulsing around him as he struggled to maintain control. Their moans and grunts filled the air as he thrust into her with intensity.

The sensation of Chelsea’s hot and tight embrace threatened to push him over the edge far too soon, but he couldn’t stop himself from continuing to drive into her depth with reckless abandon.

A heated sense of urgency swept over him as he felt the all too familiar tightening of Chelsea around him. Her body, so warm and welcoming, pulsed in rhythm to his thrusts. He knew he was precariously teetering on the edge of coming, but he needed her there with him, experiencing that sweet release.

He slid his lips against the softness of her cheek before whispering sensually into her ear, “I can feel you gripping my cock baby. You’re so close to coming... I want us to crash over together.”

His thrusts grew more powerful, seeking out those honeyed depths of pleasure within her. His hands slipped around the curve of her back, fingers digging into the supple flesh as if she was his lifeline.

Her body arched against his in response, succumbing to the relentless push-pull rhythm he set. Each deep plunge of his cock breaking waves within her core. Her breath hitched with each delicious slide of their bodies; it was intoxicatingly addictive.

He wanted to witness every flicker of ecstasy that danced across her features; to drink in the sight of her lost in their shared pleasure. To see her release for him would ignite his own.

Muscles strained as they moved together like a well-rehearsed dance; erotic, primal and utterly satisfying. A series of moans and gasps filled the room like a symphony enveloped in desire, building toward that blissful moment where everything else ceased to exist except them.

Every thrust inside her made him ache for more. The wet heat wrapped around him urged him closer to the brink with every plunge. One hand holding her steady while the other explored down between their sweat-slick bodies, fingers finding her clitoris swollen and eager for attention. With a few deft strokes against it, he aimed to impel them both over that edge they had been skirting around so deliciously.

“Let go, Chelsea,” His voice was raw with desire, as tense with tension as his hardness inside her. “Come for me,” he urged as his fingers kept circling her, giving her that extra push toward glorious oblivion.

When she screamed out, he grunted, pummeled into her, and followed her over as he came.

Colt took deep breaths as he rested his forehead on her shoulder. Her breath against his ear as she tried to calm her breathing.

He raised his head to look at her face, but she had her eyes closed and her lips were lifted into a smile.

“Now, can we get that shower?”

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