Page 35 of The Cowboy's Magic Touch

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he demanded, knowing she wanted more and was just baiting him.

“Sorry, yes, sir.”

Slipping his fingers into her sex and finding her lusciously wet, he wanted to rip her clothes off and ravage her. But pushing aside the temptation, he lifted his leg over the back of hers, a warning that he was about to spank her with gusto.

“Sir, I’ll be good,” she suddenly declared, turning her head and staring at him over her shoulder.

“Of course you will, and this will make sure of it.”

Flattening his palm he began to spank her again, but increasing the force and speed as he covered the width and breadth of her bottom and the backs of her thighs.

“Sir, please…”

“Please what, Annie?” he asked, pausing to rub her reddened skin.

“Please, sir, will you stop now?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Please, sir, may I suck your cock?”

Throwing back his head he laughed out loud.

“That sounds like a bribe, you bad girl.”

“It is, sir,” she quipped. “One I hope you’ll accept.”

“You’ll do that another time. Crawl off my lap, take off those sweat pants, then kneel on them and bend over the love seat.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied hastily.

As he watched her, he kicked off his boots and slipped out of his jeans and underwear.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, positioning himself behind her and taking hold of his hardness.

“Yes, sir.”

Placing himself at her entrance, he pitched forward.

“Ooh, Brody, that feels so good.”

“It sure does, baby,” he growled, and gripping her hips he began to pump, determined to continue until they were both exploding. “I won’t be teasin’ you,” he grunted, relishing her enveloping warmth. “Climax when you want. No need to ask, not this time.”

All he heard in response was an unfamiliar mewling sound, then a moment later she moved her hand between her legs and gently wrapped her fingers around his balls.

The unexpected attention sent a hot fever rippling through his body, and as he felt her move her fingers to her clit he began thrusting with vigor. Then she unexpectedly touched him again, and over several minutes she continued the unpredictable dance.

“I’m coming,” she suddenly cried.

Her wail hurtled him into his release.

Tightening his hold and squeezing his eyes shut, he let the gushing eruption sweep him away.

It was just a short time later the rain stopped.

Slowly disentangling themselves, they dressed and headed into the barn. Though the moon was full, Brody picked up a powerful flashlight to avoid stepping in any large puddles on the way to the house. Bella had been curled up in the shavings, one of her favorite places to nap, and came bounding out when Brody called her name. As she raced ahead, they hurried down the drive behind her and were soon at the back door. Shining the light on the concrete frog, Brody pushed it aside, picked up the key and unlocked the door.

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