Page 8 of Caught By A Cowboy

“Jace.” She looks nervous as she glances between our bodies, and I sense the power she has over me when I start praying that she’s not gonna tell me to wrap up. I’ve always been a stubborn bastard, once I get an idea in my head there's little that can be done to change my mind. Instincts I never knew existed until now have kicked in, and suddenly my sole intention is to knock this pretty runaway bride up, so she can never run from me.

“What's wrong, pretty girl?” She’s looking overwhelmed and nervous. I don’t want her to be scared of me, which seems odd considering I rely on people's fear.

“It’s just…” She closes her eyes and her cheeks flush pink. “...it’s a little more than what I’m used to,” she admits, opening her eyes and doing the cute little lip bite again.

“We can take it slow. I’d prefer it that way.” I assure her, and she looks confused by my admission as I pull her hips closer and push a little inside her. “I think I’m gonna enjoy feeling you stretch for me.” I smile, hoping that it’s enough to put her at ease, and the way she nods her head encouragingly makes my cock twitch as I continue to push myself inside her.

“How’s that feel?” I check after she’s taken a few hard inches. I’m torn between watching her pretty face, and admiring how good my cock looks inside her.

“Good.” She smiles bravely, but when I feed her a little more, her face screws up like she’s in pain.

“You feel like a fuckin’ virgin.” I rest my thumb on her lip because I can’t get enough of how they feel. “You want me to treat you like one, Princess?” I use my other thumb to stroke her clit and distract her from the discomfort.

I got no rights to this woman, not yet. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to find every fucker that’s been inside her so I can put them in the ground.

“Please,” she manages, looking completely at my mercy, and something I’ve never felt before overcomes me. I realize that I really wanna take care of her, not just now, but for always. I want to protect her from the world outside these walls. I want to keep her safe, but in reality, I should be telling her to run. She doesn’t know it yet but the biggest danger in this town is me.

“Open yourself up for me.” I slide my hands under her knees and part her legs as wide as they’ll go. My cock sits half inside her and looks like it’s splitting her apart, and I watch it take up a little more space between her tight throbbing walls. Her moans are like a fuckin’ drug, and the way she clamps around me forces me to leak a little inside her.

“It’s a nice kind of hurt,” she tells me, looking between us and seeing for herself that I’m owning her pussy. Right now, Maddison MacKenzie is mine and I’m gonna fill her with more than just my cock. I’m gonna pump this pretty pussy full with my seed. I’m going to fuck so much jizz into this pretty girl’s womb, so I guarantee she stays mine.

She’s too distracted by what’s happening to notice that I’m not wearing a condom, and I take full advantage of that fact as I thrust myself entirely inside her. She lets out a long painful moan, as her channel squeezes the life out of my cock, and I keep my thumb pressed against her clit, coaxing another orgasm out of her. I’ve experienced many things in the twenty-nine years I’ve been alive, but nothing yet has compared to having her come on my cock. I hold still and let her body thrust against me, taking what it needs while she loses control, her hands grab at my arms, her nails scratch at my skin and when she lifts her head up to kiss me, I meet her in the middle and fill her mouth with my tongue.

Maybe I should feel guilty, but I don’t. All that's going through my mind right now, is how I’m gonna keep her.

“That was…I’ve never…Not like that.” She looks up at me and bats those eyelashes again, and I snatch her jaw in my hand and make sure she remains focused.

“You're mine now,” I tell her, reminding myself to be gentle, and stroking my finger over her cheek. “Say it.”

She almost looks as if she’s gonna defy me, then her lips break into a devilish smile.

“Just for tonight, cowboy.” She picks up my hat and places it on her head, and I feel my fingers indent her rosy little cheeks as I thrust my cock in and out of her tight, soaked snatch. Her eyes widen as I go harder, ensuring that she’ll still feel me when she wakes up in the morning. I’m starting to brim and manage to steal another kiss, just before I offload inside her. Growling as Icome, keeping my cock as deep as I can get it and pressing kisses from her lips to her ear.

“We’ll see about that, pretty girl,” I warn her.

MADDISON

“Just…bear with me boys.” I hold my hands up as I flap around the kitchen trying to form some kind of order. One by one the men are piling in through the side door and making this nice, roomy kitchen suddenly seem so small.

“Don’t you worry, we’ll just sit back here and enjoy the view.” The guy that came in first leans back on his chair and tilts his head so he can ogle my ass.

“Tay said you can keep these.” One of the younger ones places a pile of clothes on the kitchen counter, and I manage to smile at him gratefully despite all the chaos that's happening around me.

It’s so loud in here, all the men are talking over one another, my head is pounding, and I’m really starting to panic because I can’t find any freaking bowls. Yet, it’s still not a big enough distraction from the fact, that last night, I had sex with a guy who’s technically my boss.

Jace hasn’t shown his face yet, and I’m dreading how awkward it’s going to be when he does.

I finally manage to locate some bowls and after counting out six, I lay them out in front of each hungry cowboy gatheredaround the kitchen table. I don’t know how they can all be so loud and alert at such a ridiculously early hour.

Grabbing the box of Cheerios and some milk from the refrigerator, I place them in the center of the table and suddenly, the room turns deadly silent.

All six men stare at my efforts, some in shock, some in disgust, and some in downright confusion.

“Shit…Spoons. I’m sorry, I forgot the spoons.” I roll my eyes and laugh nervously as I open the drawer behind me and grab some.

“Jace!” the oldest guy here calls out, keeping his eyes fixed on the center of the table.

“What’s up?” My cheeks instantly flush when he steps into the kitchen, casually tucking his shirt into his jeans and looking every bit as handsome as he did last night. I woke up hoping I’d imagined everything that had happened after that bottle of whiskey was opened. I’ve got enough things going on in my life right now. The last thing I need is a complication. But now that he’s here, in the same room as me again, I swear I can feel his hands on my body and his tongue between my legs.

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