Page 13 of The Cowboy's Ultimatum

“So, uh, what happens now?”

“Now?” he repeated, shifting to gaze down at her. “This…”

Sliding his fingers into her hair and gripping it tightly, he pressed his lips on hers, devouring her mouth as he roamed his free hand over her breasts. As he fondled them and pinched her nipples, she let out a muffled cry, but he continued the endless kiss and traveled his fingers down her body to her sex. Finding her soaked, he shifted on top of her, pushed her legs apart with his knees, placed his rigid rod at her entrance and thrust forward.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he growled, finally raising his head and staring intently into her eyes. “We belong together. You know that, right?”

“I do, Andy, I do, I swear.”

Staying buried inside her, he pushed himself up, took hold of her waist and began to pump. As she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a cry, he increased his pace, gazing down at her body as he stroked.

Her puckered nipples seemed to beg for attention, and though he wanted to pause and draw them into his mouth, he felt compelled to continue his fervent thrusting. But moments later, using all his willpower, he slowed, pulled out and flipped her over.

“Andy I’ve wanted this for so long,” she bleated as he clutched her hips and jerked them up. “You’ve been driving me crazy, and now…”

“Good, cos you were drivin’ me crazy too,” he retorted, sliding back inside her. “Every time I looked at you I’d wanna throw you on your back and fuck your brains out, or put you over my knee and spank your butt. From now on I’ll be doin’ both whenever I want. Understand?”

“Yes…God yes….”

She had gasped her reply.

It suddenly hit him.

Not only had she wanted his control, she’d been craving it.

Seized by the realization and gazing down at her reddened cheeks, he delivered several hot slaps to underscore his promise, then clutching her hips, he began vigorously stroking.

“I’m not stoppin’ until I hear you screamin’. Don’t hold back, you hear me?” he demanded, spanking her again without missing a beat.

“Yes, yes, I hear you, and I c-can already f-feel it.”

* * *

Helen had been barely able to stammer out the words. She’d always been attracted to Andy’s quiet confidence, and often suspected beneath his gentle way with the horses lived a take-charge man. But the transformation had taken her breath away. He was possessing her, making her his, enveloping her in fiery passion.

Clark Kent had become Superman.

As the thought flashed through her head he reached beneath her and tweaked her nipples. The sharp pinch sent sparks crackling through her body, and seconds later she felt her climax building.

“Andy…I’m almost there…it’s close…it’s so close.”

“Let go,” he growled. “Let go and don’t hold back. Scream it out.”

His command sent her over the edge.

Wave after wave of tingling sensations shuddered through her body, each stronger than the one before. She could hear her cries mingling with his deep, guttural groans in an endless, passionate duet…

* * *

Collapsing beside her, Andy sucked in several long deep breaths, then slowly opened his eyes. Helen was curled against him with her head resting in the hollow of his shoulder, and her arm draped across his waist.

He felt serene.

All was well with the world.

“I never want to leave this bed,” she mumbled. “Please can we just stay here like this forever?”

“Forever is a long time,” he replied with a grin. “Besides that, I have clients comin’ here day after tomorrow.”

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