Page 41 of Rough Ride

I gripped the edge of the counter with both hands, squeezing tighter as he added two fingers into my pussy. He corkscrewed them inside while his tongue moved up to focus on my clit, flicking up and down and occasionally swirling in a tight circle before rolling back and forth again. I was already turned on, my body completely melted from the sex, but his skill was undeniable. Once again I found myself surrendering to his sensual touch, pushing my hips up into his mouth while his fingers did their work.

“Just like that,” I moaned loudly. “Don’t stop.”

“Yes ma’am,” he murmured into me, adding a little extra country drawl into his voice.

The pool of warmth at the base of my stomach rapidly spread, filling my body once again until I was crying out in the trailer as loudly as before. Johnny wrapped one strong arm around my thigh while the fingers of his other hand curled up inside me, hitting my G-spot while his lips sucked on my clit. I laced my fingers through his hair and held him against my skin, my eyes clamping shut as the whole world vibrated and hummed into nothingness.

When I was finally able to open my eyes again, he was smiling up at me. He planted a final kiss onto my pussy lips, then licked a trail up my belly and around one of my nipples. It was too intense so soon after the orgasm, sending jolts of electricity up my spine.

“Sorry,” he said. “Couldn’t resist.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Don’t youdareapologize for anything you just did to me. I’d give you a medal if I had one.”

He cupped the back of my neck and kissed my collarbone. “That’d be better than any rodeo medal. But there’s a different prize I want.”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. “What could you possibly want now?”

His smile was cutting.

I yelped as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, carried me five feet, and lowered me to the bed. His cock was still as hard as could be, the tip of the condom filled with his milky seed.

“This is what I want now.”

My blond cowboy guided his cock back into my pussy, and it was like it had never left. That indescribable sensation of being filled returned, like I had been empty all day and was only nowwholeagain. Both of us sighed at the rejoining, his hips moving slower and more passionately than the first time.

“Told you I wasn’t done with you yet,” he purred down at me.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He bent low, lips connecting with mine with a familiarity like we had been lovers for years rather than minutes. One calloused hand slid to my ass, warm between me and the bedsheet as he squeezed possessively.

White-hot need streaked through me like the crack of a cattleman’s whip as he propelled his hips into me, sensual rather than desperate the way we were on the counter. Different, yet every bit as marvelous. Pleasure spiraled between us as he rolled his body against mine, his chest flat against my breasts, a blanket of warm muscle protecting me from the outside cold. Surrounded by his strong body, hard and tan and infinitelykissable, I felt safe in a way that had escaped me for longer than I could remember.

He shifted his hips, adjusting his angle, and I cried out at the new pleasures of his hard length sliding into me. Johnny began a deep, slow rhythm that was an exercise in self-control; I could sense how much he wanted to fuck me hard like before, to surrender to the intense pleasure and let his body take over. I threw an arm around him and kissed him more deeply than before. Every thrust, every time his stiff length returned to fill me, was better than the last.

I could have closed my eyes and savored every second of it.

But I had other ideas.

“Come here,” I said, pulling him in close for another kiss. Our tongues swirled together, lowering his defenses, and then I moved quickly, rolling him sideways until he was on his back on the bed. I spun along with him, keeping him inside me until I was on top.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” I said, arching my back and riding him.

Johnny smiled in surprise, palms gliding up my thighs, over my ass, and finally settling on my waist. “I thought I was the cowboy.”

“You ride for business,” I said, rolling my hips, forcing myself to go slowly. “I ride forpleasure. See the difference?”

He let out a noise deep within his throat. “I do.”

Sweat coated his brow as he relaxed into the sheets, allowing me to take over. I kept my knees on the bed for a little while, only moving up and down an inch, maybe two. Savoring it. Dragging it out.

“You feel better than I ever could have imagined,” he gritted out.

I let my head roll back as I rode him faster. “Yeah?”

I felt his hands slide up to my breasts, cupping both at the same time. “Nobody’s imagination isthatgood.” His fingers pinched, sending a tiny bit of pain—and even more pleasure—shooting through my chest.

I rose up higher, allowing myself to sink down onto him deeper than before. “Glad. I’m. Living. Up. To. Your. Expectation,” I said in time with my movements. I drifted a hand down between my legs, and this time Johnny didn’t stop me and take over. As soon as my fingertip touched my most sensitive place, I felt the tidal wave rising again, even quicker than before. I raised up higher, faster, letting go at the top and impaling myself on his hard cock over and over as I rubbed myself toward yet another shuddering climax.

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