Page 11 of The Cowboy's Magic Touch

“Don’t worry, it’s just been laundered,” he murmured, kicking open a door.

After being in the bright sunshine the room was dark, but she knew it was where he kept the shavings. Dropping the blanket, he stood her on her feet and kissed her again, but slowly and lovingly, then lifted her T-shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he paused to run his fingertips over her bounteous breasts.

But the respite was momentary.

Their aching need for each other took control.

Fumbling and stumbling, they hastily undressed, then he flapped out the blanket on top of the soft shavings and pulled her down with him.

“Damn, Annie, I’ve missed you like crazy,” he grunted, leaning over her and kissing her neck.

“Me too, I’ve wanted to come home for so long, but I was trapped.”

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters,” he said softly as he caressed her luscious mounds. “You can tell me everything later. Right now—”

“Right now I need you,” she bleated, raising her chest as he lowered his lips to her nipples.

Drawing them into his mouth, he softly sucked, then lightly nipped, eliciting a long, low moan.

“Brody, I’ve missed you…I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, baby,” he murmured, slipping his fingers into her sex to rub her clit. “You’re so wet.”

“I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

She suddenly wrapped her fingers around his hardness sending the blood pumping through his veins. Letting out a groan, he hastily pushed her hand away, then moved on top of her and placed himself at her entrance.

“Annie,” he whispered, pushing inside her, “I still love you, baby.”

“I love you too…I’ve never stopped…not for a second.”

Kissing her fervently, he began to stroke, savoring the feel of her slick channel and her puckered nipples against his chest, but wanting their coupling to last, he slowed, then stopped, staying buried inside her.

“It sure is good to see you again—all of you,” he mumbled with a grin.

“Back at ya, handsome.”

Moving her arms around his neck, she pulled his head down, glided her lips over his and slipped her tongue between his teeth. The kiss seemed to last forever, as if she was so hungry she couldn’t get enough, until he pulled back and stared down at her.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, baby,” he promised, then began to pump again, but with strong, robust strokes.

“Take me,” she gasped. “Take me, possess me like you used to.”

Swiftly withdrawing, he deftly flipped her over, gripped her hips and yanked them into his pelvis.

“Are you ready?” he asked huskily as he slid back into her warmth.

“Yes, yes, please.”

“I’m gonna fuck you until you come, but you know the rules,” he said sternly, slapping her backside.

“Yes, sir, I have to ask.”

“That’s my girl,” he grunted, landing several more hard swats.

As she let out a squeal and he gazed down at his red handprints, he flashed back to the many times she’d been over his lap, squirming as he’d spanked her, then groaning when he’d massaged her clit. With the salacious memory rippling through him, he slowly stroked, then gradually increased his pace, occasionally slipping a hand beneath her to rub her sensitive nub.

“Please, sir, please,” she suddenly wailed.

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