Page 23 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Cowboy

“Stretch out,” I rasp. “This might be easier if you lay down.”

I turn, setting her down on the bed. My towel falls away, but I ignore the fact that I’m now naked. This isn’t about me.

I keep my gaze locked on her face. Of course I want to watch what she does between her legs, but that will come later, when she learns how much it arouses me, when she wants to drive me wild. Right now, she needs me more as a caregiver than a lusty lover.

“Pull up your skirt and slide your hand into your panties.”

Her obedience is so sweetly innocent. I want to keep her tucked in close to me forever, so she never has to know anything but the pleasure she’s about to unlock.

I smile encouragingly. “Just hold yourself at first. Cup that sweet little pussy in your hand and feel the soft warmth of her against your fingers. Have you ever done this before?”

She nods shyly as her arm flexes, her fingers deep in her panties now. “But I always stop because I know what’s wrong.”

“It’s not wrong, Daisy, repeat after me. It’s not wrong to feel good.”

“It’s not wrong to feel good,” she says, and the determination in her little voice makes me feel 10 feet tall.

“That’s right. Nobody else will ever gonna know that you did this. Just you and me, and I will keep this secret forever. Now with your fingertips, stroke between your lips, just along the seam there. Don’t push in, don’t rush it, just rub yourself lightly, the way I would if I wanted to warm you up.”

“Warm me up?”

“Get you all hot and squirmy for me, all wet inside.”

“I think I’m already wet inside,” she confesses, her voice cracking.

“Oh, fuck yeah, that’s amazing,” I say, making sure my enthusiasm for that is undeniable. “Good girl.”

Her cheeks turn red. “No, it’s very messy.”

I chuckle. “Baby, messy is good. Daddy likes it messy.”

She gasps.

“How does it feel when I say that?”

Her legs spread restlessly. “I think it makes me even wetter.”

The innocent honesty of her is too much.

I need to hold myself back, but my cock is straining between us, seed beading at the tip.

My voice is hoarse when I continue. “Can you spread your pussy open and touch that wetness?”

She nods and I moan under my breath a little before catching it. “Good, good girl. Do that. You’re such a brave girl trying this for the first time, knowing it’s gonna feel good.”

She lets out another gasp as her fingers make contact with what I can only imagine is the most perfect pool of moisture God has ever gifted someone with.

I lean in and brush my lips against the corner of her mouth. “Do you know why you’re that wet?”

“No,” she whispers.

“It’s so your body will take my cock inside you. It helps ease our mating.”

“I didn’t think…” She sounds dazed, her voice slurring with desire now. Good. “It’s not like that with animals.”

“God meant different things for us than the rest of the animals on the ranch. He meant for us to mate more often, to practice breeding year round. He meant for us to do this for pleasure. Anyone who says otherwise doesn’t understand anything about anything, and that’s the last I want to hear about that.”

She turns and blinks at me, our faces so close we’re blurry to each other. But I can still see her brow furrow delicately as she processes all of what I’m saying.

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