Page 26 of Running to the Cowboy

Her hips come up off the mattress, demanding more contact, more grinding.

“Hold on,” I warn her, putting just enough distance between us to let me slip one hand down the front of her leggings. I suck in a breath and curse.

“Fuck me, woman. What is with you and not wearing underwear?”

“Sorry.”

“I ain’t mad about it. You don’t want to know what I did with my sweatpants after you wore them that first night.”

I fill both hands with her ample ass, lifting her hips off the mattress while her leggings are shoved down to her knees.

“Washed them, I hope?” Olivia offers.

“No, ma’am,” I rejoin, cupping her warm, soft pussy as I kiss her everywhere I can reach from this position. “I did things that would make you blush more red than usual.”

I open her up, then try to slip one finger inside her damp heat. She’s so damn tight. Too tight.

“Baby, we don’t have to do any more if you’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“I’m not gonna argue with you, sweetheart. I’m just gonna keep kissing you until you’re ready.”

“I am ready.”

The dark need builds inside me. But I have to be good to her. “I’m talking about being ready-ready.”

She shivers. “I’m looking forward to that part.”

Damn, all I want is to lay her flat on the bed and hike her thick thigh over my shoulder.

But those sonsabitches have fucked with her head. She needs patience and tenderness.

One day, I’ll fuck the devil out of her so good, she won’t remember anything about a supposed wedding that she ran out on.

I cup her breast and skim my face over the soft skin. Her nipple is hard underneath my lips, and I close my mouth around it, teasing it with my tongue.

She moans softly.

A rumble leaves my throat, raspy and needy.

“Damn, you’re beautiful, Olivia.”

She looks down, and I tip up her chin. “You need to know that. You’re beautiful.”

“Good thing the lights are off,” she says.

“Enough of that,” I say, slipping into her damp folds, reveling in her quiet gasp.

“Tell me what you like and what you don’t like.”

“I don’t even know what I don’t like, Wylie.”

“But you’ll tell me, right, baby?”

“Y-yes. I will. I’ll tell you.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.”

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