Page 18 of Curvy Girl and the Protector Cowboy

I work my tongue along the underside of his shaft, drawing another groan from him. His thighs tense beneath my hands as I try to take him fully, but he's too big—I gag slightly and he immediately eases his grip, letting me pull back.

"You don't have to—" he starts, but I silence him by taking him deep again, determined to give him as much pleasure as I can.

When I finally stop, breathing hard, there's a trail of saliva running down my chin. I look up to find him staring at me with an intensity that makes my heart race.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, reaching down to brush his thumb across my lower lip. "So damn beautiful."

His cock throbs visibly before me, slick and hard.

"I can't endure a second more," he says, his voice strained. "I need to be inside you."

I rise from my knees and climb onto the bed, lying back and opening my legs for him—a surrender that feels nothing like weakness.

Cole follows, positioning himself above me. His hands slide down my sides to the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants. He tugs them down along with my panties, his movements unhurried despite the urgency in his eyes.

When I'm fully naked beneath him, he bites his lower lip, taking in every inch of me. I tense slightly, suddenly self-conscious of the stretch marks on my hips and thighs from carrying Miguel, the softness of my stomach that never quite disappeared after pregnancy.

But if he notices these imperfections, he gives no sign. His gaze is reverent as he lowers himself between my thighs, using one hand to guide his hard cock to my entrance.

I gasp as the blunt head pushes inside me, my fingers gripping the sheets. He pauses, checking my reaction, only continuing when I nod my assent. Inch by inch, he fills me completely, stretching me in a way that borders between pleasure and pain.

"Okay?" he whispers against my ear.

"Yes," I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He begins to move, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm that quickly has me gasping. Sweat glistens on his chest as he braces himself above me, muscles flexing with each thrust. My breasts jiggle with the movement, and I grab one, both to steady myself and because I can tell from his heated gaze that he enjoys watching me touch myself.

Each thrust goes deeper, harder, faster, but never crossing into roughness. His control is impressive—the veins in his arms standing out as he supports his weight, his hands gripping the sheets beside my head.

"You feel incredible," Cole whispers, his voice strained with effort and pleasure.

I smile up at him, feeling beautiful and desired in a way I never have before. "You do too. I don't know how long I can take this."

He lowers his head, his lips brushing against my ear. "Just close your eyes. Feel everything all at once."

I do as he suggests, letting my eyes flutter shut. Immediately, my other senses heighten—the slick slide of his cock moving in and out of me, his strong hands shifting to grip my hips, the beads of sweat dropping from his forehead onto my belly and breasts. His scent—cedar, soap, and masculine sweat—fills my lungs with each gasping breath.

It's all too much and not enough at the same time. Heat builds low in my belly, spreading outward with each thrust, pushing me closer to the edge.

"I'm close too," Cole groans, somehow reading my body's signals. "We're going to come together."

His pace increases, each movement precise despite the growing urgency. The tension inside me coils tighter, winding up toward something I can sense will be explosive.

I open my eyes, needing to see him in this moment.

I lean forward slightly, one hand gripping his muscled arm as the first wave hits me. The orgasm crashes through me like nothing I've ever experienced—intense, all-consuming, stealing my breath and sending pulses of pleasure from my core to my fingertips.

Cole's arms begin to tremble as his rhythm falters. His eyes widen, locked with mine as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me as he releases. I feel each throb, each hot spurt as he empties himself, our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible.

When the final waves subside, he carefully shifts his weight to the side, collapsing next to me on the bed. We lie there panting, skin slick with sweat, the world slowly coming back into focus around us. I notice him wincing slightly as he massages his calf and ankle.

"Oh my God," I sit up suddenly, remembering his injury. "Your ankle—I completely forgot. Are you okay? Should we call a doctor?"

Cole chuckles, the sound warm and relaxed. "It was worth it, trust me. I'm fine."

I bite my lip, feeling both concerned and slightly proud that I made him forget his pain. "Next time, I'll remember."

His expression softens at my words. He shifts closer, cradling my face in one hand, his thumb brushing along my jawline.

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