Page 5 of Possessive Cowboy

But even if I wanted to stop, which I don’t, there’s no turning back now. We’re in a hotel room together, virtual strangers, and he’s got his face between my thighs, licking and sucking on me like I’m the most delicious meal he’s ever had.

His large hands are calloused and rough, gripping my hips and pulling me down the bed towards him so he can taste me more deeply, so his tongue can press against me harder, intensifying the building pleasure in my core.

Abby was right. This is exactly what I needed. To be with a man, arealman who knows how to make a woman come.

I’m about to climax when Maverick pulls away from me, dropping his jeans and ripping the condom wrapper open.

Then I see his cock. Thick and hard, rigidly pointing between my thighs as he rolls the condom down the considerable length of his shaft.

“Open those amazing thighs a little wider,” he mutters, rubbing the tip of his cock against me. I shiver with pleasure, my climax still not far. When I neglect to obey his directions, his rough hands take hold of my knees and push them apart.

I wince at the slight pain when I feel him pressing into my opening. He’s bigger than my ex, the only other man I’ve been with.

“Now you understand why I wanted to make you moan first,” he growls, leaning over me on the bed, his arms on either side of me as his hips slowly move against me. “I need you nice and wet. You’re going to take all of me tonight. I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be feeling me for days after.”

He speaks these filthy words in my ear, his stubble scratching against my cheek and neck, his breath hot against me. He smells like faint cologne and fresh tequila. As he slides slowly into me, he takes my hands and pulls them up over my head, stretching my arms high.

I feel so exposed like this, my breasts pushed forward, helpless in his arms and beneath his firm grip. He dips his head, taking my nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue over the hardened tip. Then he does the same with the other before biting it gently.

Then he leans back, sliding his hands down my body until they rest on my thighs, and lets his hips push against me harder, his cock stretching me until he’s all the way in.

When he’s fully inside of me, he pauses, taking in the sight of me, my breasts, our bodies joined together. As though he’s taking a mental snapshot of the moment to keep for later, a souvenir of our Hush app hookup.

“You’re better than I even imagined,” he says, letting a hand roam up my torso, squeezing each breast before wandering back down the middle of my body, past my belly button, finding my clit and circling it with his thumb, reigniting the intense pleasure between my legs. “You don’t belong on that app. But I’m damned glad you were on it when I found you.”

He says all of this more to himself than to me, his eyes still greedily taking in my body. His thumb strokes me faster, harder now, finally giving me what I want and so badly need, the release that I came here for in the first place.

I arc my back and close my eyes, my hips rocking against his hand. With his cock inside of me like this, his touch feels even more intense, like every nerve ending is on fire with pleasure.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, stroking me harder while his hips begin to rock against me, his cock pushing in and out of me in a gentle slow rhythm. “Close your eyes and feel me inside of you. It feels good doesn’t it, getting fucked like this?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“I’m going to watch you come,” he says. “You’re going to come on my cock while I fuck you, Bridget, and then I’m going to fuck you again. And again. I’ve got this hotel room all night and I intend to get use out of it. You understand?”

I’m gasping for air, hardly able to even listen to the words he’s saying. All I feel is electric pleasure between my legs, his cock shoving roughly inside of me again and again, his pace quickening.

“Let go,” he says. “Let go, Bridget. Let it all go, and come on my cock.”

His gruff voice speaks the name of my fake alter ego, reminding me of who I am tonight. Or, more accurately, who I’mnot.

I’m not Raina tonight, the chubby wallflower who can’t get over her nasty breakup from over a year ago. No. Instead, I’m Bridget.

Bridget, who meets random hot guys on a hookup app and has dirty sex with them in a hotel room across from a bar. Bridget, who doesn’t give a single shit what she looks like naked with the lights on, and only cares about having fun—about havingorgasms.

“Let go,” he says again, more harshly this time, as his hips slam into me with ever-increasing force and speed. I can tell he’s close to his own climax, his jaw tense as his eyes bore into me, commanding my body to obey.

I close my eyes and toss my head back, riding the wave higher and higher.

“Harder,” I beg, hardly believing the bold words coming out of my mouth. “I’m almost there. Don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he growls as his hands dig into my hips, holding them in place while he slams against me.

It should hurt, but it doesn’t. Or maybe it does…but it feels so good at the same time that I don’t care. I don’t even know. I keep talking to him as I reach the peak, hardly aware that I’m doing it. I’m begging him – sobbing, almost – not to stop.

And then I come, legs shaking, back arching, wrapping my arms around him and clinging to him with desperation.

I don’t know I’m screaming his name until he clamps a hand over my mouth to muffle the noise, kissing my neck at the same time as he rides me harder and harder, coming into me as I squeeze his cock with need.

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