Page 19 of Claimed By A Cowboy
Slowly, I pull out, both of us moaning. God, she is so tight, and I hate that I am hurting her. I almost don’t push back in. Wynn doesn’t give me a choice. Her body arches beneath mine, her hands pulling at my ass. I growl as I pump into her again, the pleasure of being so deep in her silky tightness making my eyes roll back.
“Hell, honey,” I mutter against her throat as I bury my face against her shoulder. “You feel so good wrapped around me. It’s so…God, it’s so good.”
Slowly, I pick up pace, thrusting in and out until she starts to moan. Her throaty voice calls my name, her body softening beneath mine. Her fingers tangle in my hair and she starts to whisper, but at first I cannot hear her over the rain.
“Wylder, baby….it’s perfect. You feel so good, I didn’t think it would feel so good. Don’t stop, baby, please, I want to feel you come inside me.”
“I need you to come first, honey.”
“Touch me, I will come. It’s right there, baby,” she moans, pulling at my hair as I lower my head.
Closing my mouth around her nipple, I slip a hand between us. My rough fingers rub at her clit and she goes even tighter around my cock. I sink my teeth into her breast and she moans, nodding, arching to my mouth.
“Yes, yes, that’s it, baby,” she begs, wriggling beneath me.
“Come for me, honey. I want you to choke my cock.”
Wynn is breathing heavy, her eyes shimmering as they gaze up at me. I know she is close, but she is not there. And then I remember all the times I have touched her. The smacks to her ass. My fingers around her throat. I lift up on my knees over her, moving a hand to her throat.
With one hand rubbing at her clit, I start to fuck her faster. Harder, slamming my hips to hers. Wynn loses it, whimpering and writhing beneath me. That’s my girl. When my fingers wrap around her throat, she moans, her pussy vibrating around my cock.
“That’s it, honey. That’s it, you need this, don’t you? You like it when it hurts a little,” I grunt before I flatten my fingers, smacking her swollen pussy. Wynn cries out, arching beneath me as she nods, her cunt closing so tight it almost pushes me out.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop. I love it,” she pleads, her eyes locking on me.
Fucking her faster, I slap her clit again, rubbing at it hard, fast. Wynn screams, my fingers at her throat almost silencing the sound. Her eyes roll back and she starts to pant my name as she comes hard. Her tight pussy chokes my cock, and I pull out, tearing off the condom.
Knelt between her thighs, I wrap her fingers around me and she doesn’t hesitate. She pumps me in her hands until I come. I roar like a beast as I watch my cum spurt out over her pussy. Bending over her, I kiss her hard as she jerks every drop out of me.
“Holy hell,” I pant against her mouth as I collapse, falling to the side of her.
Wynn purrs and turns to nuzzle her little body against my chest. I hold her close as we both catch our breath. We lie there for a long time, neither of us bothering with words. And I don’t know how I know, or when I know it, but I know she is still leaving tomorrow.
Which means I will have just one day to remember the woman I am falling in love with by.
Chapter Nine
Wynn
I am not good at a lot of things. I am very good at a few things, though.
I am the best at what I do for a living. Going to the most beautiful places in the world, noting all the best things about those places. I don’t see the same sites or eat at the same places most folks do. I make a point of going to places no one knows about, and I talk those places up so the entire world gives them a chance.
Looking at the glowing piece I just wrote about Iron H Ranch, I am glad I gave this place a chance. Glad I stumbled on that auction after a few too many sips of wine. I recall how brokenhearted I thought I was that night.
What the hell did I know about romance?
Nothing. It is one thing I am not good at. Wylder Fellows is the sweetest, sexiest, most romantic man I have ever met. I did not think men like him existed. Not only do they exist, to hear some of the other ladies who came here for their ‘day with a cowboy’ at least a few of them are right here, at Iron H Ranch.
“The beautiful views and western tone are just a part of the most romantic experience you will ever experience.”
Reading one of the lines I wrote about this place aloud, I make a face. I don’t want anyone else to have the same experience. At least not with Wylder. Not with my cowboy.
“Then why is your bag packed, Wynnie?”
I am sassing myself now, it would seem. Sending the report to all the usual spots I review at, and a few more, I hope the words do this place some good. I got to know a few of the other hands, as well as Cody, the ranch’s owner, and I would hate to see this place fade away.
Glancing over at my overstuffed Hermes bag, I am still thinking of an answer for myself. Why the hell am I leaving? I have nowhere to go. I ignored Jillian’s suggestions for trips. I don’t want to go, there is no doubt about that.
