Page 55 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

Then I stand.

I grab my hard cock, and I stroke myself.

Once. Twice.

Rubbing that pearl of precum around my mushroomed head.

I let her see exactly what she’s getting.

Her eyes go wide.

“You’re so big, Kian.”

I nod. Because yeah. I am big.

“I’ll go slow. The first time.”

I climb over her, settling between her thighs, lining myself up.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper, even though I pray she won’t.

“Don’t you dare,” she whispers back, wrapping her legs around me.

And then I’m pushing inside her.

Inch by inch, slow and reverent until I’m buried to the hilt.

We both gasp.

She’s tight.

Warm. Perfect.

I have to grit my teeth not to come right then and there.

She’s clinging to me, hands gripping my back, nails digging in as I start to move.

Long, slow thrusts at first.

Letting her feel every thick inch of me.

“Look at us. Look how your slick clings to my cock. Ah fuck, Mo Chroí, you were made for me.”

I slam my hips to hers, swiveling my hips, grinding against her needy clit.

“More, Kian,” she begs, voice breaking. “Please. I need you.”

And it’s exactly what I need to hear before I unleash my Bull.

“You sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. I want you, Kian. Please.”

So I give her everything.

Drive into her like she’s mine.

Because she is.

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