Page 64 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

I slid my fingers out of her. “Put me inside you.”

Bracing one hand on my shoulder, she lifted up on her knees and found my cock with her other hand, guiding it to her entrance. Her eyelashes fluttered and her lips parted as she slowly sank down on my cock, inch by inch. My cock pulsed inside her and I gripped her hips hard.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Hannah, I nearly came just watching you sit on my cock like that.”

“Hmm.” There was a sweet little half-smile on her mouth that made me want to bite her. She moved her hips slowly…experimentally. Finding what felt good. “You’re sobig. It takes me a second to get used to it.”

I groaned. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I didn’t say I liked it.” She circled her hips again, still so fucking slowly I was going to lose my goddamn mind, and stroked my jaw. “Iloveit.”

My chest felt like it might crack open. I wanted to do the dumbest shit. Laugh. Cry. Make her tell me every other part she loved. Maybe if she loved enough parts, it would add up to the whole of me.

Fucking terrifying that I wanted that.

I grabbed a handful of her fantastic ass and squeezed. “Duchess,” I growled. “Ride.”

She smirked. And then she rode. Hard.

She tilted her hips, pitching forward slightly, seeking pressure.

“You need more?” I asked.

“Only a little,” she whispered.

I brushed her clit with my thumb and she whimpered. I pressed a little harder, my eyes searching her face.

“There,” she gasped. “Oh, god,there.”

Her words made me want to push harder, drive deeper, move faster, but I held on and didn’t change a goddamn thing. Her eyelashes fluttered again. She managed to force them fully open, bright and blue and boring straight into mine.

“Zack.”

She said my name like it was everything and then her eyes slammed shut and she came on a cry, squeezing my cock with her pussy and making me lose my goddamn mind. I grabbed her hips and thrust into her, again and again, with brutal, desperate thrusts. And then I was there, coming harder than I’ve ever fucking come in my life. I bit down on her shoulder as I spilled into her.

She collapsed on me and I nuzzled against her. There’s a red spot on her shoulder where I put my teeth. I kissed it and she sighed like she was letting something go.

“I wasn’t sure it would happen,” she said. “I thought it might have been the library.”

“The library?”

“Yeah. It’s a fantasy. Lots of romance books have a library sex scene. It’s a whole thing.”

I had noticed that, actually. But it hadn’t been on my mind last night. The only thing I had been thinking of was telling her demons to fuck all the way off. I knew it wasn’t really a cure. Maybe her demons would fade with time, or maybe she’d be fighting them the rest of her life. But at least she had taken something back.

“It wasn’t the library,” I growled into her neck. “It was my magic dick and you know it.”

She laughed. “Maybe. To be fair, magic dicks are another theme in romance books. Magic dicks that lull you into a false sense of security right before the third-act breakup hits.” She paused. “I guess we couldn’t break up anyway, since this is just sex for instructional purposes.”

It was like she had poured a bucket of ice over my head. “I thought you said I was your boyfriend now,” I teased, smirking like her words hadn’t opened up a black hole in my chest.

“No, I asked you if you were my boyfriend, and you said I could call it what I want to. I haven’t decided what that is yet. It seems presumptuous to hand you a title you don’t want.”

“I want it.” The words practically tripped over themselves in their haste to get out of my mouth. “I want it, Hannah Bell.”

Her eyes searched my face, her forehead creased in a puzzled frown, like it was only just now dawning on her that I was completely serious. Then a slow smile spread across her face. “All right, then. You can have it.”

“Good. I’ll take it.” I kissed her smiling mouth, then pulled away and gave her hair a gentle tug. “But when this third-act breakup hits, I need you to remember something.”

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