Page 26 of Big Rowdy Cowboy

He shakes his head. “I said panties off.”

Despite what he’s said tonight about liking my body, every insecurity I’ve ever had comes rushing forward. He doesn’t want to see my curves. “Not the dress?”

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

His crass words should probably offend me. But instead, they wrench a moan from my throat. I instantly have a mental image of coming home from work with him. I’d change into a dress like this one, drop to my knees and satisfy my man. He’d thread his fingers through my hair as he came in my mouth, then he’d pick me up and call me his good girl. He’d tell me he’s proud of mefor swallowing, and reward me for being his. The fantasy has me squeezing my thighs together.

He growls. “Panties off. Legs spread. Show me that cunt.”

I scramble to obey him, working my panties off. I wish I’d worn something prettier than these white cotton ones but judging from the look on his face, the last thing Zac is thinking about is the color of my underwear.

As soon as they’re off, I bunch up my dress around my hips and spread my thighs. A feeling of vulnerability washes over me, and I start to close my legs. But then Zac makes a noise. It doesn’t even sound human, and I realize that at some point, he stripped off his pants too.

He’s stroking his cock and it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. Even the one I saw in the dirty movie wasn’t that big. “Don’t worry. You’ll take my cock like a good girl, and you’ll like it, too.”

He joins me on the bed, hovering over me. This close, I can see the flecks of gold in his brown gaze. Something flickers across his face, and I see it. I see all the love and adoration in his gaze. It overwhelms me with the sheer intensity, but I don’t want to run from it. I don’t want to run from this perfect moment with him.

He drags his cock through my swollen folds, murmuring swear words under his breath the entire time. “This cunt belongs to me.”

I moan my agreement. I love the filthy things he says, the way he makes me feel precious and sexy at the same time.

He aligns our bodies, then he’s pushing inside of mine. Even though he goes slow, he’s still so big and there’s a pinch where we’re joined.

I don’t even realize I’ve tensed up until he starts pressing kisses to my jaw and earlobe. “Breathe. You can take this.”

It’s only when I’ve relaxed that he starts moving again and the entire time, he’s murmuring under his breath. I’m not surewhat he’s saying, and I don’t care because the feeling of his body in mine is right.

I’ve always worried that sex would be awkward and uncomfortable. But this is wonderful and special and everything I’d always hoped it would be.

I don’t even realize I’m coming again until I hear a woman moaning and realize it’s me. I’m clawing at his arms and nearly sobbing from pleasure. “That’s…so…good.”

“Come for me.”

Instantly, my pussy spasms around him. All this man has to do is look at me and I want to obey him. I want to spend my life earning that deep rumble of approval that he’s making right now.

“Good girl,” he croons, right as he comes, too, his movements growing more frantic before he finally stills above me. He’s quiet, the only sound in the room our harsh breathing.

My whole body feels like it’s floating, and I’m pretty sure this is the best night of my life. At least, it is until I realize what the stickiness between my thighs means. “We didn’t use a condom.”

He lifts his head to search my face. “You’re my first. I’m healthy, with no risk factors for—”

“Actually, I was thinking about…pregnancy,” I gasp out, suddenly aware that he’s still inside of me. As soon as I say the word, our bodies respond. My pussy snaps around his cock at the same time he jerks inside of me. He’s getting hard again already.

“The stuff I said last night about breeding you, that wasn’t just talk.” There’s a warning note in his tone.

I squeeze him again, relief filling me. “You’re going to give me a baby?”

He swears under his breath, then he’s in motion again. “We’re making a baby tonight.”

I shudder from the sheer bliss of having our bodies connected the way they were always meant to be. I never realized soulmates were a thing until I met this burly, bearded man who’s doing his best to breed me.

I raise my hips to meet each of his pounding thrusts, raking my nails down his back and crying out his name.

As I get to the edge, he pulls out.

I whimper at the loss of contact, but before I can even complain, Zac has me on all fours.

He plunges into my body like if he takes me hard enough, we’ll make that baby. The thought sends me higher, the pleasure building even faster.

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