Page 91 of Tame Me

I wanted Billy to last a lifetime.

With that glorious thought, I aimed his swollen crown at my throbbing hole, and like a perfect choreographed move, Billy thrust his cock into me.

I cried out as his length filled me, right to the hilt, fast and hard, all the way in one driving thrust. His fingers dug into my thighs. His jaw was clamped shut, but his eyes were fierce, driven by a passion that fueled my fervent libido.

I put my feet on his shoulders and raised my ass. The change in angle had him pounding something deep inside me. It was pleasure and pain, heaven and hell.

“Oh, God.” I clawed at the counter.

His thrusts grew faster—in and out, over and over and over. The tendons in his neck were as taut as tensile wire, and his bulging biceps gripped my hips as he continued his thrusting.

Each plunge into me built another layer atop my already raging climax. I reached forward, clutched his wrists, dug my nails in, and screamed as I came. He cried out too, a wild, primal moan that tumbled from deep in his throat and was sustained for as long as his final thrusts.

His plunging slowed, and his breaths became deep and steady.

I let go of his wrists and propped myself up on my elbows so I could witness his awakening from carnal bliss. A fine sheen glistened across his spectacular body. His chest rose up and down with each calming breath.

It was an eternity before his eyes opened and focused on me. A smile lit up his face. It was that smile, the one that said every single thing in the world was perfect, and not a damn thing could take that away.

I dropped my feet from his shoulders, and Billy pulled me to his chest. As I wrapped my arms around him, I listened to his thumping heart. I’d be happy to stay in this very position forever.

He kissed my cheek and then lifted me off the counter so I could stand. “Excuse me for a sec.”

As he strode to the bathroom, I sighed with wonderful contentment.

I picked up my G-string, slipped it on, and ambled toward my dress. The fabric had fallen in an almost perfect circle. I gathered it up and pulled it over my head. As I fumbled with the tiny button behind my neck, Billy stepped from the bathroom wearing a pair of jeans.

My heart melted at the sight.

Billy was the poster boy for cowboys everywhere.

He turned to the closet, glided the mirrored door aside, and bent over, and when he turned back to me my heart leaped to my throat at what he was holding.

“Merry Christmas, Jane.”

I covered my mouth, feeling awkward and horrible and confused. “I didn’t get you anything. I’m sorry.”

He stepped my way, smiling. “You didn’t need to. I wanted to buy you this.”

The package in his arms was large and beautifully wrapped in gold paper with a red bow centered on top. “Go on. Open it.”

He forced me to take the present, and I was surprised at how light it was. My heart hit a steady beat as I walked to the bed and placed the gift down.

With Billy at my side, I undid the bow, then peeled open the gold paper. The box was plain white, giving no indication as to what was inside. Billy was a bundle of energy beside me and as I lifted the lid, I prayed my first reaction was exactly what he hoped for.

Inside was a cowboy hat. My heart raced. The hat was lovely and feminine, unlike any I’d seen before. I lifted it from the box.

“Do you like it? It’s beaver and hare felt. And see the hat band? I thought you’d like the blue and aqua colors in the beads. Put it on.”

Billy’s energy was contagious, and I couldn’t help but be caught up in his excitement. I tucked my hair behind my ears and put the hat on. He put his hands on my shoulders and led me to the mirror.

His smile reflected at me. “It looks great. What do you think?”

I diverted my eyes from his, but the second I saw my reflection, I had an instant flashback to my childhood.

I was about twelve years old, thirteen at the most. My brother and I were at my uncle’s farm, where we went every school vacation. The memory galloped across my brain. And it wasn’t a good one. I remembered standing in a cow paddock, the midday sun burning my flesh as I helped Uncle Terry rewire a fence.

The unbearable heat made sweat trickle from under my cowboy hat and down my temples in little rivers that caked the incessant red dust to my skin.

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