Page 12 of Roping Reba

“God, I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he groaned as his hard cock pressed into me and all I could think was how badly I needed our jeans off.

It had been a shit show of a rodeo. No one in our circle placed, everyone lost money, so instead of celebrating, we all spent the night drinking our sorrows away. It was a mess. We were a mess, but it would be fine. These things happened. What didn’t happen was Johnny looking at me like he wanted to devour me. For years now we had traveled together with the team, worked the ranch together, and I spent most of thattime pining after the friendly cowboy who seemed completely unattainable. He admired my work with horses, that was obvious, but the women he spent time with were more of the blonde-haired, big-boobed, buckle-bunny type. Not women like me.

Then tonight, something changed. Everyone left, and we were the only two remaining at the bar. He leaned over and it was done. The second his lips touched mine, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. When he pulled away, I thought for sure he would have a look of regret, but it was just the opposite. We stumbled out of the front of the bar and ran like two kids racing to a candy store back to the campgrounds. When I turned for my trailer, he grabbed me up and the next thing I knew, I was at his.

Johnny pulled me back from the wall and laid me down on the bed.

“Not a mistake,” I said to myself as he unbuttoned his shirt and it dropped to the floor. I bit my lower lip and nearly died when he dropped his jeans and I saw he had nothing on underneath. He was a specimen of utter perfection. Tan and toned, with a small sprinkling of hair on his chest. I took him in as he pumped his dick in his hand.

“I showed you mine. Now you show me yours.”

I sat up, untucking my disheveled shirt and pulling it over my head. He took in a quick breath as he stared at my black lace bra as if attempting to memorize what it looked like, or perhaps, what I looked like wearing it.

“Did you wear that for me?”

“No, for me. But if it makes you feel better to think it’s for you, then it is,” I said with a wink.

He pushed me back down on the bed and leaned over me, biting my right breast and pulling down the cup on the other. As he pinched and twisted my nipple, my hips pressed up into him.The pain and pleasure mixed in a way that always confused me. I loved a bit of both and somehow Johnny seemed to know.

“You like that, my Crazy Rider?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what else you like.”

My mind was a scrambled mess. I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than what I was feeling, so I reached between us and let my fingers graze over the soft skin covering his hard shaft.

“Very nice. Now tell me what you want me to do with it.”

“Fuck me, Johnny. Please.”

He stood back up and pulled me down the bed until he could reach the buttons of my jeans. In less time it took me to regret a thing, I was naked, staring up at him and he was getting to his knees on the side of the bed.

“I need to taste you. Come here.”

My body slid further toward him as he pulled my legs and placed them over his shoulders. The first lick was careful, tentative, and oh so fucking good.

“Don’t tease me, please, Johnny.”

“Oh, I intend to tease you, Reba. I will always tease you.”

His mouth closed over my most delicate place and he sucked at my clit with no abandon. My hips jerked, but he held me still. My mind raced as my body lost control. He shifted from sucking to licking and sucking again. Never long enough for me to chase my climax. Always changing, just before I could reach it.

“Fuck,” I moaned as his finger dipped inside me.

“You’re so tight.”

That’s when it hit me. He would know. Of course he would. Why hadn’t I thought of it before? If I bled, then there would be no denying it. But he was drunk and so was I. The fleeting thought of him denying me because I was a virgin came and went just as he finally held still, licking my clit and thrusting hisfingers inside me. One wasn’t a problem; soon after he placed a second with the first and the sweet pain of it knocked me over my breaking point.

“I’m going to come,” I said, gritting my teeth as I started to lose control.

Johnny’s hands came up over me as his mouth continued its work. The soft caress of my breast and the constant feel of his tongue were too much. My pleasure raced through my body at a record speed. It was like nothing I had brought on for myself. This was otherworldly. I closed my eyes and saw stars as wave after wave of my climax crashed into me and threw me even deeper in love with a man I could never have.

As everything slowed, my body loosened and Johnny crawled up onto the bed, pulling me to his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair as I sighed in absolute contentment.

“Are you okay?” his voice cracked as he checked on me.

“I’m perfect. You?”

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