Page 72 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

“I want to go slow,” he rasped as he eased inside.

“All right,” I whispered back.

He slid out and pushed in again, a little further. My hips canted and I rolled my lips together to keep from begging for more. Again he slid out, again he pushed in further, edging deeper inside me inch by inch.

“You feel like fuckingheaven, Hannah,” he said, and then slid all the way home.

“Oh, goodness,” I breathed.

His shoulders shook with laughter. “That’s it, duchess. Talk dirty to me.”

I pushed my glasses up my nose and fixed my severest librarian glare on him. “Be a good boy and give me a reason.”

He froze. Then, with a low growl, he pulled out and rolled off me. I lifted my head, confused, and he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me across the mattress toward him.

“Hey!” I yelped. “What are you?—”

But he had me at the edge of the bed now and wasted no time in tossing my legs over his shoulders. He sank into me, and I gasped.

“Oh, god, Zack. You’re so deep inside me I can feel youeverywhere.” My eyes practically rolled in my head as I arched my back, impaling myself even further on his dick.

“Yes,” he hissed through his teeth, his gaze riveted to my face. “Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me. Please touch me.”

“You beg so pretty, duchess.” He squeezed my ankle, then stroked his large hand down my leg until he reached where we were joined. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes. Please, yes.” My hips rocked off the bed, seeking more. He gave it to me, pinching my clit between two fingers. “I’m going to come,” I said, the wonder of it in my voice. “Oh, my god, I’m going to come.”

And then I did, exploding with pleasure as every muscle in my body contracted at once. His thrusts grew harder and more erratic and then he came, too, turning his head and biting my ankle as he pushed himself as deep into my body as he could go.

My legs trembled as I slowly unhooked them from his shoulders. He maneuvered us both under the covers, nudging me backward with his torso until my head met the pillow. Then he rolled us so he was on his back, and I collapsed over him like a ragdoll.

“Are you staying the night?” I mumbled.

“I’m staying.” He stroked my hair.

“Your dick is still inside me.”

“I know, duchess. Go to sleep.”

It was still darkwhen I awoke. I blinked sleepily, my eyes adjusting to the lack of light, and tried to figure out what had woken me. My body was still draped over Zack’s chest. I could feel the steady rhythm of his breath as his abdomen rose and fell beneath me. My hips were cramping a little from straddling his hips. I wiggled carefully, trying not to wake him. That’s when I realized his dick was still inside me.

And now it was hard.

Oh, mygoodness.

I wiggled again and felt him twitch inside me. I shoved my face into the pillow to muffle my groan. And then I did it again.

“Hannah.” His sleep-rough laughter rumbled against my cheek. “What are you up to, duchess?”

“You’rethe one who’s up, Zack,” I returned pertly.

He scraped his teeth against my shoulder. “Is that so?”

I rocked my hips to prove it. “Yes, that’s so.”

“Your pussy is still full of my cum, and you want a second round of it? Is that what you want?” His fingertips trailed down my spine, then dug into the globes of my butt.

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