Page 7 of Caught By A Cowboy

“And here was me thinking the night was just getting started.” I let my eyes linger a little longer on his than I should, and when he holds out his hand to help me up off the couch, I take it and slowly use it to pull myself up. Jace is a good foot taller than me, and as I look up at him through my lashes, I wonder what it would be like to experience a man like him. Something tells me it would be very different from what I’m used to.

“Careful, starin’ at a man like that will getcha in trouble,” he threatens, but I don’t heed the warning. I keep looking up at this rough, rugged, and very handsome stranger who seems to be making my pussy feel like it’s on fire.

“What if, tonight, I'm looking for a little trouble?” I can hardly believe the words that come out of my mouth. I know I can be sassy sometimes but this is different, and the anticipation of his next move puts butterflies in my stomach.

“That would be averybad idea.” His response turns those butterflies to stone and just as they start to sink, he shocks me by gripping hold of my jaw and raising it to meet with his lips.

The way he kisses me isn’t soft or romantic, it’s erratic and desperate. It steals my breath and makes my skin tingle. His hand scrunches in my hair as he slips his tongue between my lips and consumes me with it, and I suddenly realize that he’s right. I really am in trouble.

I’ve never felt a desire that compares to the one I’m feeling, right now. My lower stomach throbs, and my pussy pulses, all from just a kiss. And while his tongue continues to explore my mouth, I can’t help wondering how good it would feel lapping between my legs.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He pulls back and when I see that serious look on his face again, I shake my head.

“Don’t stop.” Grabbing hold of his shirt, I drag him back on my lips, and as his hand drops from my hair to rest around my throat, it sparks a whole new kind of thrill.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he growls before using his grip to lower my body and sit me on the couch. His fingers take hold of the shirt he gave me to wear, dragging it up my body and lifting it over my head. Now that I’m only wearing my bra and his sweats, I feel my cheeks burn.

I’ve only been naked in front of one man before, and although the concept is scary, I refuse to put on the brakes.

Jace stands over me, his thumb sliding over his bottom lip as he studies what's in front of him and plans his next move. He also makes no attempt to hide how hard he is under his jeans.

“Open your mouth,” he demands, brushing over my lips with his fingers while using his other hand to unbuckle his belt. My mouth opens automatically when he releases himself and I get a look at what he’s packing. Slowly lifting my eyes back up his body, I swallow the lump in my throat when I see the confident smile on his face. I may not have much to compare Jace’s anatomy to, but surely what he’s got between his legs, can’t be normal.

“Open your mouth,” he repeats, in a much softer tone, and I blink a few times as I do as he says. Once my lips are stretched open, he starts to stroke my tongue with his fingers and I flick my eyes back up to his in confusion.

“You have very a pretty mouth, Mads.” I like the way he shortens my name, it sounds intimate. “A pretty mouth that I’ve thought about fuckin’ ever since I stepped into that bar.” He takes his cock in his fist and starts jerking himself off while my mouth soaks his fingers. “You wanna taste it, feel it stretch your mouth?” he asks, retracting his fingers and running them over his thick, veiny shaft, coating himself in my saliva before his hand fists my hair. He waits for me to nod before he uses his grip to steer his cock towards me. I hold my breath and brace myself as his thick tip leaves a trail of precum around my lips.

“You gonna take it for me, pretty girl?” He tilts his head and creases his brow. And as I nod back at him, I gulp back another heavy swallow. “That's a good girl.” His voice makes the pulse between my legs beat faster as he slowly edges himself between my lips, and forces my mouth to stretch wider.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good.” He uses the hand he has in my hair to guide my head and I have to focus all my efforts on not gagging. His cock reaches all the way to the back of my throat and, somehow, I manage to overcome my body's natural response. I stay calm, accepting what he’s giving me, and the noises he’s making feel like a reward. “You're taking that sogood, look at these pretty, little tears you’re giving me.” He swipes his thumb over my cheek to collect them, then wipes the pad of his thumb over his length so I taste my own salty tears from his skin. “Is it too much for you, Princess?”

I shake my head defiantly, refusing to gag. His cock may be monstrous, but I can take it. There's something about the way he’s looking at me that makes me want to take anything he’s prepared to give me.

“Just imagine what this cock is gonna do to your pussy, pretty girl.” He bites his lip, and just thinking about him touching between my legs makes me leak into my panties. As if he can read my mind he reaches over my shoulder, grabs the back of the sofa, and forces me back, and when his other hand slides into the waistband of the sweats, he watches me moan as his fingers press against my center.

“Were these pretty, lace panties for him?” he asks, as he strokes over the fabric. I nod back at him, I had no other underwear with me, therefore I had no other choice.

He tugs at the sweats until they rest around my thighs, then sitting back on his knees he grips the front of my panties in both his hands and tears the lace apart. Hearing the fabric rip sends a spark shooting through my stomach and as I look down at my bare, exposed pussy, I notice that he’s doing exactly the same. His tongue slowly licks his lips while I wait with anticipation for him to make his next move.

“Well, darlin’...” He lifts the hat off his head and places it on the couch beside me. “...looks as if you’re gettin’ fucked on your wedding night, after all.”

JACE

Iwasn’t lying when I said this was a bad idea. This girl only just ran out on her wedding, she’s confused, and vulnerable, clearly a little tipsy too. She’s supposed to be working for me, and this is not the way to be starting a professional, working relationship. I ignore all that because the temptation of her is too fuckin’ great. So was the way it felt to slip my cock over her tongue.

I kneel between her legs when the sight of her glistening pussy makes me desperate to taste it, and hearing the long, heavy sigh she makes as I slide my tongue through her center has my balls feeling like lead fuckin’ weights.

I don’t know a damn thing about her, I don’t know where she came from, or what got her here, but I do know that being around her makes me forget who I am. The burdens I carry on my conscience seem a little lighter when she’s smiling, and weirdly, I find myself smiling too.

Her fingers fist in my hair as her hips buck against my face and seek more of my mouth. I give it to her, flicking my tongue over her warm, sensitive flesh, as I reach up her body and squeeze one of her tits through the white lace bra she’s wearing.

“Jace,” She’s already saying my name breathlessly, and I’ve barely gotten started.

“That feels…I think I’m going to…” Her words fade into a moan when I circle the tip of my finger around her soaked wet entrance, feeling it pucker for me.

I don’t even feel sorry for the man she left at the altar this morning, he must have been some kinda fool to have let her get away. And how could he not have wanted to give this woman a kid? She’s fuckin’ beautiful, and in the short time I’ve known her I’ve learned that she’s got a way about her that’s fuckin’ addictive. She’s doing some crazy shit to my head because the idea of fuckin’ my baby into her has been on my mind ever since she told me she’d stop taking her birth control. Knowing that this pussy I’m tasting, is unprotected and that it’s ripe for the taking, gives me a good mind to fuckin’ fill it. Maddison MacKenzie may have only been in my life for five goddamn minutes, but I already know I don’t want to lose her from it. She wants to be a mom someday, she said that herself. I’d just be giving her what she needs.

I slide myself back up her body, pressing kisses against her soft skin, until my eyes are flush with hers and my cock rests at her entrance.

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