Page 11 of The Cowboy's Close Quarters Claim

She gives me the second climax I wanted from her, coming for me with another loud howl and a full-body shudder before I soften my touch.

By now, though, I'm so damn hard it's painful. I need to feel Clem's soft body clenching down on my cock while I'm buried inside her tight little pussy or I'm going to be in real bad shape here soon.

I'm about to work my way back up the soft hills and creases of her body, with every intention of doing the best I can to take my time while I kiss every inch along the way, but Clementine's got other ideas.

"What's your plan, baby?"

The view from here is just as good. It took a hard shove for Clem to roll me off of her, but if the woman's done using me for the night, I guess I have to let it be.

That's not her plan though. She followed right along with me when I moved. Now I'm flat on my back, looking up at those gorgeous tits as they sway heavily above me. The dusty blonde hair that was tied back in braids all day is free and wild, falling over her shoulders and framing her face as she looks down at me with a crooked little grin that screams trouble.

"My hands were too empty," she drawls down at me as she runs the hands in question over my torso.

"Can't have that, now, can we?"

I fold my arms behind my head and enjoy the sight of her as she works her way down my body. The feel of her hot little core slipping lower making it damn near impossible to keep playing cool. Like I'm not fighting every instinct in my primitive, cave man brain to grab those wide hips and pound into her like an animal.

Somehow, I manage to keep control long enough to see what she's got in mind.

Clem keeps moving on down till she's between my knees, then she reaches for the waistband of my boxer briefs and I damn near come all over the both of us just from the slight brush of her knuckles against my throbbing hard-on as she frees me from the damn things.

"Fuuuck...woman..." The words are barely a hiss through my teeth. All that nonchalance I was playing at is gone as soon as she slips the tip of my dick between her lips.

My hands scrape over my face and my hips rise up to meet her mouth as she slides her wet tongue down the underside of my shaft in a way that's got me seeing stars.

I suffer through a few more of her long licks, practically jumping through my skin with the soft flicks of her tongue asshe works me with that wicked mouth of hers. But when she slides me all the way down her throat till I can feel her gag reflex constricting around the swollen head of my cock, I have to pull her off of me in a hurry.

"Wha--mmph...."

She never gets a chance to finish that thought. My mouth is on hers too fast, too hard, too desperate as we roll together another few feet across the floor.

We've managed to cover some ground while we wrestle for control, it's got me thinking my big Cal king bed at my place might not give us enough real estate for the future.

Clem's tongue tangles against mine, her arms woven together behind my neck, not letting me up for air. Which is fine by me. I don't need air. Might never need air again. I'll replace it with Clementine's sweet lips. Either set suits me fine.

There's no need for words, no room for them at this point either. I can feel the beckoning call of her damp heat leading me home.

As soon as I'm in line with her opening, Clem rises up to meet me, breaking her mouth from mine to let out a guttural moan as she takes me into her body.

"Damn straight," I grunt against her ear in agreement while I get lost in the feel of her tightness choking my entire length. "You fit me fucking perfect, Clem."

"You gonna get sappy on me, O'Leary? Or are you gonna make me forget what an arrogant jerk you are?"

If I wasn't so busy fallin' in love with this woman, I'd have a few things to say about that. As it is, I rear back, holding my breath at the feel of her silky channel protesting my retreat as it tries to suck me back in. Then I thrust; hard and deep, giving her what she asked for.

By the time Clementine explodes in another uninhibited climax; clenching down and milking my dick till I finally givein to the long overdue need to empty my balls deep inside my woman, I'm hoping to God I really have made her forget what a grumpy old ass I am... because I'm going to need her to agree to be my wife.

6

CLEMENTINE

There's no roosters up here at the camp, but that doesn't keep me from waking up before the sun has even managed to poke a ray over the mountains.

Untangling myself from Gunner's heavy body, I try not to let myself get distracted. Not by the man's perfect ass, or the trail of hair that runs down his chest, straight to the base of that thick cock that's jutting up hard and proud as he sleeps.

Damn. The things he can do with that monster.

We rolled across the floor most of the night. Till we were both tangled up in the blankets and too damn tired to do anything about it.

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