Page 30 of Caught By A Cowboy

“We could take a test?” I suggest. The last thing I wanna do is pressure her, stress is about as good for pregnant women as riding a fuckin’ horse, but like I said, it’s killing me not knowing.

“We will, let’s just give it a few days.” She smiles as she reaches up and kisses my cheek.

“Fine, but no more mounting horses,” I point my finger at her

“I promise.” She offers me some kind of girl guide salute and smiles. “Though, I’m sure I would be safe if I took a ride with you. You could wrap your arms around me, and make sure I don’t go anywhere.” The way she wets her lips as she talks makes it sound appealing.

“I guess I could compromise on that.” I tie the horse she was on to the railings then, taking my girl's hand, I lead her to the stable so I can saddle up Buck.

“This wasn't exactly the look I was going for.” She readjusts the riding hat I’ve made her put on and blows a strand of hair from her nose.

“What were you expectin’, Princess?” I laugh.

“I don’t know, my hair blowing in the breeze as we canter through the plains.” She’s on the verge of another brat attack, and I love it.

“I agreed to give you a ride, and we’re riding. There’s no way I’m cantering and you don’t need the breeze in your hair, you look real cute as you are.”

“I look like I came from Pony Club.” She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder.

“Can’t you make him go any faster?” She looks back down at the back of Buck’s neck and pouts.

“Sure I can, but this is the pace we take when he’s carrying precious cargo.” I slide the hand that I’m not holding the reins with around her waist. Her brattish behavior never fails to make me hard.

“I was expecting some thrill not a?—-“

She silences when I unbuckle her belt and pop open the buttons on her jeans.

“Jace, what are you doing?” she asks as my hand slides into the front of her panties.

“I’m giving you a thrill,” I whisper in her ear as her head rests back against my shoulder and I skim my fingers through her pussy lips.

“You’re wet, pretty girl. Has riding this saddle got all you riled up?”

She nods her head as she soaks my fingers, and I tease her entrance a little before giving all my attention to her clit.

“That feels good,” she tells me, clutching my forearm to keep it where it is.

“You wanna come for me?” I nip at her ear lobe and pause my fingers.

“Of course, I do,” she growls in frustration.

“So, are you gonna promise me not to take any more stupid risks, and trust what I say so I can keep you safe?” I hold her orgasm to ransom till she tells me what I need to hear.

“Yes.” She strains against my body, desperate to get more friction.

“Promise?” I whisper in her ear, making sure my breath skims over her skin.

“I promise, just please—-” she moans when I give her what she needs, and it barely takes seconds before she comes all over my fingers.

Slowly I slide them out of her underwear and lift them into her mouth. “Taste it, Princess, tell me how it is.”

I slip my fingers between her lips and when she sucks on them it makes my dick press into her spine.

“It tastes good,” she whispers, letting her body sag against mine in relief.

“You wanna go home, and finish this up?” Guiding her hand around her back, I stroke those soaked-wet fingers over the front of my jeans so she can feel what she’s done to me. “Because after hearing you come on the back of my horse, I can guarantee if you ain’t pregnant already, you will be by the time I’m through with ya.”

MADDISON

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