Page 37 of The Undercover Cowboy

“I’ve been dreaming of this for the past year.” He traced his fingers over her breasts, pebbling her nipples almost painfully. He leaned down and kissed the tops of them while his strong hands stroked and caressed her sensitive skin. It sent shivers down her spine.

“Me too,” she gasped out.

Feeling bold, Dolly reached for the waistband of Nash’s pants, unzipping them with trembling fingers. She wrapped her hand around his cock, delighting in the way he tensed and gritted his teeth at her touch.

Nash closed his eyes and groaned as she rubbed him up and down.

The sound of their breathing filled the small space, mingling with the scent of his aftershave. Dolly could feel the heat emanating from Nash’s body, a steady warmth that both comforted and excited her.

Nash’s lips found her neck, his teeth nibbling at her delicate skin. She shivered involuntarily, her breath hitching as his hand cupped her breasts.

“N-Nash…” she murmured softly, the word catching in her throat as he continued to explore her, his touch pure magic.

His thumb trailed around her nipple, circling it gently. She arched into his touch. He took her nipple into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She stroked him harder, her mind filled with fantasies of what it would feel like to have him inside her. The thought only fueled her arousal,intensifying the ache between her thighs. Nash pushed up her skirt and slid his hand down her panties.

She was soaking wet and trembling on his flickering fingers. Dolly bit her lip, barely suppressing a moan as Nash’s fingers slowly drove her wild with pleasure. The sensation of his skilled fingers dancing over her wet folds was intoxicating, sending shudders of pleasure through her body. Her hand felt clumsy on his thick cock as she continued to pump him with her fist.

“I like your touch,” he growled.

As Nash gently pushed one finger inside her, Dolly’s breath hitched. The pressure built within her, the mounting pleasure becoming almost unbearable. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her grip tightening as he added another finger, stretching and filling her in the most delicious way.

Dolly let out a shaking whimper as Nash’s thumb circled her throbbing clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her entire body. Her hips bucked against his hand, silently pleading for more. She moaned softly, her breath catching in her throat as he continued to explore her. With each touch, Dolly became dizzier with desire and need. She knew she had to have him, to feel his cock inside her, to let him take control and give her the release she so desperately craved.

“Come for me,” Nash whispered, his voice a husky reminder that only heightened the thrill of their illicit encounter. With each stroke, Dolly edged closer to orgasm. Their eyes locked, communicating more than words ever could, as they shared this intensely intimate moment.

Just as Dolly felt herself teetering on the edge of an earth-shattering climax, Nash said, “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Nash’s voice was low and seductive. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“God, Nash,” she murmured into his lips, her voice breathy and laced with desire. “I want you so much it hurts.”

“Then let me take away the pain,” he growled, his large palm cradling the back of her neck, keeping her anchored to him as he fingered her to an explosive orgasm. Her hand opened up in shock, letting his hard cock go. She went up on her toes, her head flung back as she rode the waves of pleasure. He stoked her slower now, her body twitching as she gasped with each tender flick of his fingers.

“I want you inside me. I need you to fuck me.”

They stripped off the rest of their clothes.

“Condom,” he said, bending down to grab one from his pocket and slid it on.

Without another wasted moment, Nash hoisted Dolly up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned her against the door of the Winnebago. She gasped as Nash thrust into her, filling her completely in one swift motion. Heat and need roared through Dolly’s veins as she melted into him. She twined her arms around his neck, fingers sinking into his hair. This was real. Raw and the sweetest thing she’d ever known.

She lost herself in the pleasure he bestowed upon her, relishing in the feeling of him deep inside her. Every touch was like a spark igniting a wildfire within her, making it impossible for her to resist him any longer.

In that moment, there was no past or future—only this overwhelming present where she and Nash shared a connection that was almost magical. She didn’t want to think about what would come after this. She only wanted to savor every blissful moment. Their movements were desperate and frenzied, driven by pure lust and insatiable hunger.

Dolly clung to Nash as he drove into her, each powerful stroke bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her nails digging into his back as she braced herself for the impending release. As if sensing hernearness, Nash quickened his pace, his movements becoming more forceful and deliberate.

Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, each touch and kiss eliciting moans and gasps from both of them. Dolly lost herself in the sensations, drowning out the voice of reason in favor of following the wild desires coursing through her body.

Finally, Dolly could no longer contain herself, and she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, leaving her trembling and breathless. Nash followed soon after, his own climax racking his body with shudders of ecstasy.

As the aftershocks subsided, Dolly and Nash exchanged a tender, lingering kiss. As the last shudders of pleasure waned, Dolly and Nash reluctantly pulled apart, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

“Holy hell, that was wild,” Dolly said.

“Yeah,” he agreed, pushing the hair out of his face. “Now let’s hit the bed and take our time.”

Dolly’s knees went wobbly.

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