Page 22 of Caught By A Cowboy

I don’t know how to label the feelings I’ve caught. Surely, it’s far too early to claim that it’s love, but whatever it is scares me, because its strength feels unbreakable which proves Jace Sullivan could easily break me.

“What you thinkin’, pretty girl?” he asks as his hips slam into mine and he ensures I take every hard inch of his cock. I may have taken it a few times already, but it still keeps me on that fragile edge of pain and pleasure.

“I’m thinking that we’re wild.” I smile up at him so he knows I have no intention of backing out of what we’re doing.

“You want wild?” He sinks his teeth into my ankle and impales me so hard my hips lift from the mattress. “Fuck, that’s good.” He grips each side of my hips with his hands, keeping them up while he holds himself still inside me, and ensures I feel him at his full potential. “Feel how deep that is, this is where I’m gonna come, Princess. Right. Fuckin’. Here. Touching your cervix and making sure you get good and pregnant for me.” His dirty words stir a warmth in the pit of my stomach. “I’m gonna fuck you so full, pretty girl. Fuck you full, and then take care of you all night.” He pulls out, and then slams back in, making my moan sound pathetic. “You are gonna look so pretty when you’re knocked up.” His palm slides to rest on my flat belly. “Just the thought of it makes me…” His fingers clutch at my skin. “Fuck, I could come right now.” Letting my legs fall from his shoulder, he leans over my body so he can kiss me. “Tell me to come, tell me to put it inside you and make you fuckin’ mine.” He grips my hair as his mouth explores my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin.

“I am yours,” I remind him, feeling those tiny prickles of euphoria overcome my body.

“Yeah, you're mine.” He snatches my wrist and pins it to the mattress behind my head, and the long, hard thrusts he drives into me send me spiraling. I feel less and less in control of my body, and I like that he’s the one taking it. “Damn, your pussy’s tight. You gonna take all this cum and hold it in for me?” he moans.

“I’m going to come too,” I warn him, curling my toes and straining to get free from his hold so I can touch him.

“That's a good girl, you come for me, clamp this pussy even tighter around my cock and get yourself knocked up.” He nods as if he’s giving me permission, and suddenly all the pressure breaks free. My hips move in all directions, and I cry out like I’min some kind of pain. All while he remains static, keeping me pinned down, and watching as I lose myself to his pleasure.

“That's right, pretty girl. Keep going, I’m gonna come with you.” He quickly shifts back up on his knees, holding my legs over his shoulder like they were before and raising my ass from the mattress.

“You ready?” His arms wrap tight around my thighs, holding them against his chest, and with one final slam inside me, he growls as he gives me his seed.

“Fuck!” He crushes my thighs tighter as he makes good on his promise and gets his cock as deep inside me as it will fit. “Feel how you’re squeezing at me, darlin’? That's natural instinct, your body knows what it wants.” He kisses my foot again, making my stomach flutter as he keeps my legs held high and reaches over my head to grab a pillow.

“What are you going to do now, suffocate me?” I giggle.

“No laughing, Princess, you gotta focus on keeping all that cum I just gave you, in the right place.” He slides the pillow under my ass to ensure my hips remain upright.

“And is this a scientifically proven theory?” I question his methods.

“I don’t know, but it makes logical sense.” He pulls out his cock, and when my pussy starts to leak him out, he instantly pushes it back inside with two of his fingers. I gasp at the sensation, my pussy feels wet, and exposed, and as the heel of his palm rests tight against my clit, I feel it start to pulse again.

“This needy little pussy is already sucking at my fingers, it feels hot-as-fuck.” He kisses me as a reward as he strokes me inside.

“You really are determined to get what you want.” I look down to where his fingers are plugging my entrance. “Do you think we’ll manage to make a baby on the first try?”

I can see how much this means to Jace, and the last thing I want to do is disappoint him.

“I’m gonna bust my ass trying,” he tells me, slowly stirring his fingers inside me and making me whimper.

“Are you determined to make me come again?” I ask, at least trying to show some stamina

“It’s hard not to when you make it look so pretty.” He kisses me again, and I give up on trying to make him work for it. I like how he makes getting me pregnant feel far too much.

A soft stroke on my cheek rouses me from my sleep and I immediately sit bolt upright and start to panic.

“Shit, I must have dropped off. I’ve got to make dinner.”

“Relax,” Jace tells me, easing my shoulders back down. My hips are still propped up by the pillow and his other hand is splayed out over my stomach.

“All I want you to do tonight is lie up here and make sure my cum stays inside you.”

“Jace, I–”

“Miles has ordered pizza for the guys, and I’ll bring us something back. I won’t be gone long.” He moves in to kiss me and I press my hand into his shoulder to hold him back when I realize he’s fully clothed.

“Wait…back from where? Where are you going?” I hate the needy frustration that the thought of him leaving again gives me. He was only gone for a few hours today and I actually physically missed him. I’ve never missed anyone before. I didn’t even miss my parents when they took a two-month trip around Europe.

“I just got something to take care of; I’ll be two, three hours, max.” He kisses me before I can question him anymore.

“I did some more research while you were sleeping,” he tells me as he pulls on his boots. “You should be takin’ prenatal vitamins. I’ll see if the pharmacy has some.”

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