Page 18 of The Cowboy's Friendly Wake-Up Call

"It feels right now though? With me?"

This time her head bobs in the other direction, a cute little smile curling her lips as she looks right up into my eyes and moves her hands down to my hips.

"So right," she whispers as she tugs me forward. "Make me yours, Lance."

The urge to claim is overwhelming. There's no more conversations to have and no going back now. Mercy's mine. She's always been mine and now I finally get to prove it.

Mercy widens her thighs for me and tilts her hips, opening herself up for me as I push past the tightness and then fully inside the tight, wet, channel that threatens to wreck me.

Underneath me, Mercy's fingers tighten in my flesh and she makes a noise that sounds like she's in pain. Remembering that this probably doesn't feel as good for her as it does me, I quickly kiss the grimace off her lips and drive my hand between our bodies.

Concentrating on Mercy makes it a hell of a lot easier to last longer.

My thumb finds her clit and I find the movement that changes the look of concentration on her face to the one I saw earlier when she was bucking against my face in need of relief.

"That better, baby? Is it feeling good for you now?"

God, I hope so, because I don't want to hurt her and I'd sure as hell like her first time to be good, but I'm not going to be able to stay still much longer.

"It's good," my girl's voice is raspy when she answers me. "It feels really good, Lance."

This time, her eye lashes flutter as her eyes don't quite close. She arches her back and moans long and low, moving her hips under mine and taking me deeper.

"Baby, I need to fuck you now."

I can't hold back anymore. I can't even think straight, I need to get deeper inside her too bad.

"Do it. Fuck me now, Lance. I want to feel you come inside me."

Mercy's into it now, her hands sliding up and down my body, gripping and tugging at me as she speeds up her movements to match mine.

I do my best to stay focused on her pleasure, I want to feel her sweet little cunt coming on my cock before I lose control, but I'm not sure I'm going to make it.

Not with the way Mercy's moans are getting louder and more unrestrained with every thrust I drive inside her.

Then I feel it; a flurry of muscles deep inside her contracting all around my cock, sucking me in deeper and tightening down on me like she's going to hold me there and not let go.

It's too fucking much.

I'm not in control anymore, my body is running on pure instinct, frantically moving fast and hard in a desperate attempt to answer the call to breed my woman.

I'm spilling jets of come into her womb even as she's clenching down around me, milking me for more and dragging out my own orgasm longer than I thought was possible.

Finally, Mercy's body relaxes around me and I collapse over her before rolling with her in my arms without letting our bodies separate.

"We shoulda talked about birth control." I whisper, knowing damn good and well it doesn't matter to me one way or another. I love the idea that I might have just put a baby in Mercy. And if I didn't, I'm going to keep trying. And when I do, I'm not going to stop trying.

"You said you wanted babies with me, O'Leary. Are you backing out?"

Mercy's voice is playful and sleepy, her words blowing softly against my chest and cooling my sweat-soaked skin. Her hand drifts lightly down my side and I can't help smiling up at the ceiling of our room, thinking about just how much I am not backing out on all the things I told her.

Mercy Jean's mine all the way now, and I plan on making sure she doesn't regret it.

"You keep sassing me and I'll make sure I get a baby inside you before we get back to the valley."

It's a good thing Mercy answers that with a curious hand sliding down to my groin, because I'm already hard for her again.

And I'm not joking even a little bit about getting started on our family before we get back home.

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