Page 47 of Chasing Liberty

Once he’d brought her to the top multiple times, he stood and swiped the arm of his shirt across his damp face. He dove for the buckle of his jeans, but she gave him a slight push.

“Not so fast, cowboy.” She slid off the counter and fumbled with the shiny belt. “It’s my turn. I want you in every way possible.” She finally managed to undo the buckle in apingingof metal and a flick of her wrist bought the zipper down. In a flurry she had his hard cock in her palm, pumping him in the best hand job he’d ever had.

She lowered and wrapped her sweet, delicious mouth over his dick. He practically came right then, but he managed to scrape the bottom of the barrel and find some control.

Her hand and mouth worked in unison. Her head bobbed up and down, settling his tip deeper into the back of her throat. He was so close to coming that the hair on his neck lifted and his ass cheeks turned into iron.

He hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. “As much as I want to come inside your pretty little mouth, there’s something else I need more.”

She rotated on her heels and leaned over the edge of the counter, lifting her bottom high in offering. He raised her skirt and admired the curve of her smooth, heart-shaped bottom. He gave one cheek a gentle swat, barely enough to leave redness, and she giggled. “You know how I like it.”

He grabbed his cock in his grip and pressed his tip still wet with her saliva against her slit. “If this hurts—”

“Wyler! Go! I can’t wait any longer.”

In one thrust, he pushed his swollen, aching cock into her tight pussy. The silken, slick muscles wrapped around him in a clamp that tested the sturdiness of the binds that kept him from coming too fast. Once he had pulled together his fraying control, he pulled himself to the very tip then plunged deep, smacking the other cheek, just enough to leave a sting.

Her moans came from deep inside her little body.

Clamping his hands on her plush ass, he sank his fingers in the firm curve and spread her cheeks to get a look at her puckered hole. He glided his fingers over her thick juices and dipped the tip of one inside. She moaned and bucked against him, wanting more of his offering.

While he finger fucked her, he slammed his cock into wet body, and although his every intention was to take things at a slow, steady pace, he knew his chain was slipping and soon he’d be tossed over that edge.

With his other hand, he found her enlarged clit and played with it. He used pressure to bring her closer until finally her whimpers turned into screams as she released. He was soaked in her juices as each spasm of her muscles gushed more cream.

He brought his cream-soaked fingers to his mouth and licked her nectar. She tasted so damn good.

Her scent and taste drove him over the edge.

He sank deeper, plunging into her silken depths. A tingling sensation started at the tips of his toes and crawled upward, grasping his loins in the invisible lock until he was left as weightless as a feather.

*****

Liberty barely had come back down from orgasmic paradise when a hardrapcame on the door of the camper.

“Expecting someone, cowboy?” She pushed her skirt down.

Wyler was still a bit frazzled too. “No one. I’ll see who it is.” He used his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow.

She waited near the kitchen while watching him push the door wider. Liberty’s breath caught when Sam stepped through the doorway that was a bit narrow for a cowboy. He looked like he could snap a rusty nail in half with his teeth.

Uh-oh.

She knew exactly what was about to happen.

He tore off his worn Stetson and slapped it against his thigh, something he tended to do when he was heated. That and his neck turned beet red.

“Daddy, what brings you out here so late?” The question seemed futile because judging by his body language obviously Kaitlynn had spread the news.

“As if you don’t know, young lady!” he growled.

“I’m pregnant!” Better to rip the Band-Aid off and just blurt it out.

“Too late now. How is it possible that I’m always the last to know things I should be aware of?” He bit through his tight lips.

“Calm down, Daddy. I haven’t told everyone.” She crossed some of the distance, glancing at Wyler who remained quiet.

“I just learned that my daughter is pregnant through Polly. That ain’t a bit disturbing?” His shrewd grey eyes burned through her, but the softening of his jaw lessened the affect.

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