Page 90 of Tame Me

The stubborn trolley wheels fought against the carpet, and as I struggled with them on every step to my kitchen, I made a mental note to get these fixed for the guests ASAP. One glance at the clock had me moving, and I shoved my groceries away in record time, placed the gifts I’d bought on my dining table, and jumped into the shower. I didn’t have time to wash my hair, but I did shave my legs and under my arms.

After I hopped out and dried off, I applied a touch of makeup—just enough to cover my freckles, lengthen my lashes, and add color to my cheeks. At my closet, I flicked the clothes back and forth. Before this year, barely any of my clothes had a memory to go with them.

Now, however, I was finding the opposite.

Every dress or shirt I held up conjured images of the man I’d been with while wearing it. It’d feel weird to wear a dress for Billy that I’d worn for Hunter or Henry . . . but I was running out of options.

Lack of time forced me to choose, and in the end, I decided on a Bohemian patterned halter-neck shift dress that was shoved to the very back of my closet. When I’d bought it years ago, it was perfect to show off my shoulders, but at the same time it had hidden the roll of fat that used to bulge from my underwear.

I’d stopped wearing it because it required a strapless bra, and just the thought of wiggling my lopsided boobs into that contraption again put me off. So, I decided not to wear one. As I pulled on a pale pink G-string, thoughts of Billy cupping my boobs had little flutters dancing across my belly.

I slipped the dress over the top and did up the tiny button at the back of my neck. The dress was shorter than I remembered, falling halfway up my thigh, and the full fabric draped loosely around my body and had me feeling free and easy.

Yep, that’s me. Free and easy. I chuckled.

I’d never thought of myself like that, but now that I knew how damn good sex was, I had no desire to play hard to get. Especially with my stunning honey-eyed cowboy.

With two minutes to spare, I glided on pale pink lipstick, grabbed my bag, and headed out my door.

Billy greeted me after just one knock, and I stepped into his open arms. His embrace was a sensory explosion. I felt the delightfully taut muscles in his back. I inhaled his familiar, manly scent. I heard his pounding heart through his chest, and when I looked up into his stunning eyes, I was lost to a glorious, lust-fueled world.

I dropped my bag to my feet, put my hands around his neck, and drew his lips to mine. My tongue played with his in a heady dance, eager to taste, eager to explore. His hand glided up and down my back, and united, we emitted primal moans that said so much.

My fingers found the buttons on his shirt, and despite my new fingernails making it difficult, I managed to pluck the buttons free. I drove my hands into the opening and glided my fingers over his warm flesh to explore all the delightful muscles languishing there.

Heat coursed through me, starting deep inside my body and pulsing out a delicious beat across my skin, across my clit. His erection was as swift as it was hard, and the solid rod pushed against my belly. Reaching down, I rubbed my hand over his shaft, letting him know I knew he was there.

I pulled back, eager to study my handsome cowboy, and I wasn’t disappointed. His moistened lips were parted as if he were about to speak. His pupils were enormous. When his tongue lashed glided over his bottom lip, lust took Billy to a glorious level.

Our chests rose and fell as I undid the tiny button behind my neck. I raised my hands, and Billy undressed me. The fabric pulled up over my face and fell in a balloon at our side. His eyes explored my body, creating an intense heat that blazed through me.

It was my turn for voyeurism, and I tugged at his pants, anxious to release him from his constraints. The heavy denim dropped to his ankles, and his cock bounced forward, begging me to touch it.

I traveled my gaze over his body, examining every inch of his exquisite flesh. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and his cock did, too. Knowing I’d created that beast shot a firecracker through my body. I stepped forward and put my hands on Billy’s shoulders. With his hands beneath my bottom, he launched me onto his hips.

His cock prodded my ass, and our mouths locked together as he carried me across the room. He placed me down on the kitchen counter, and our lips parted. His breathing came in short, sharp gasps.

I leaned back, placing one palm on the counter for support, and offered my breasts to him. Billy leaned forward, and I crawled my nails through his hair as he sucked my breasts, one after the other, into his mouth. I gasped as he pulled my nipple upward until it snapped from his lips.

With my focus diverted, he surprised me when he pulled my G-string aside and glided a finger into my throbbing hole. I groaned at the erotic intrusion, but eager for it to happen again, I lay back on the counter, hung my head over the other side, raised my feet to the flat surface, and pushed my bottom upwards.

Billy put his head between my legs, and with one hand pulling my underwear aside, he glided his tongue up and down my pussy as he drove his fingers into me.

My body ached for him. My heart did, too.

This glorious man knew how to bring out my arousal, and the orgasm growing inside me swelled and burst at lightning speed.

I clawed at the counter as my climax rocked through me.

I’d barely caught my breath when Billy pulled my underwear from me and cast it aside. He stepped forward, and the intensity in his eyes told me I’d need to hang on for this one.

I was ready to have my sexy cowboy fuck me stupid.

With his hand around his swollen cock, he nudged it toward my throbbing hole. A pearl of semen bubbled at the top, and the glory of the raw spectacle was the jolt I needed. “Billy . . .” My voice was barely a whisper. “You need a condom.”

His eyes bounced to me, then he strode to the bedside table and pulled the drawer so fast the whole thing came out and fell with a thud onto the carpet. He bent over, came up with a foil packet in his fingers, tore the packet open with his teeth, and glided the rubber on as he strode back to me.

He nudged his hips between my thighs again, and I reached down, wrapped my hand around his shaft, and glided his swollen cock up and down my throbbing clit. My insides clenched, begging me to push that beast inside me, but I waited. I wanted this moment to last a lifetime.

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