Page 17 of My Cowboy Date
“There’s something about it that makes me feel free.” She turns her back to me and sways down to the floor and back, bumping her ass against my body as she does.
I grip her hips and sway with her. “Those are the kinds of moves that are my favorites.”
Aspen bends and touches the floor, and I push my cock against her ass.
“Take this, cowboy. Take it fast and hard.”
I don’t need any clearer instructions. I push her dress up to her waist and lower her panties to her ankles before removing them. Then I drop my pants, leaving my shirt on before taking my eager cock into my hand.
I guide myself between her cheeks and when my cock brushes against her wetness, I have to hold myself back from entering her. This time between us is one that I want to drag out. I want to make love to her throughout the night.
Putting my hands under her armpits, I pick her up and slide her onto my cock a little at a time and she makes an aah sound as she’s going down. I rest her on my cock, thrilling at the feel of being inside her warmth. She’s hot and tight, fitting around my member like a glove.
And then it hits me out of the blue that I didn’t think about protecting her and I feel like an asshole. “I’m sorry,” I rasp out. “I didn’t think about a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” she says breathlessly and squeezes her pussy around me and I’m in fucking ecstasy.
I walk across the room to the fireplace. “Grip the mantle. There’s my girl. Pull up and then slide back down. Like that.”
“That feels so good,” she says. “And you feel so thick.”
I put a hand at the base of her throat. “Is this okay?”
“So fucking okay. Hold me and ride away.”
I grip her and push in deep, drawing a loud groan from her. “I hope you’re into multiple orgasms, honey because I’m not about to single digit you tonight. I want you on the bed, feeling like you’re so spent you don’t even have enough muscle strength to turn over.”
She presses her weight on the mantle and lifts herself up, then glides back down my cock.
“Is your clit loving this? Hmm? Do I need to change anything?”
“No…” She moans.
“Hold on, honey.” I move away from the fireplace and walk still buried in her to the rug in the center of the room where I carefully lower us. “Get on your hands and knees.” I put myhands on her ass, sliding my cock deep in, then pulling almost out. “See how wet you are? My cock is soaked in your juice.”
I push into her while using one hand to cup her tit. “Oh, you like that?” I ask when she murmurs. “Then how about this?” I tug her nipple then switch my attention to her other tit. “These are meant for my hands. For my touch.”
Her ass clenches.
“No, honey, don’t come. I want to make this better for you.”
“Okay,” she pants out, “what do you want me to do?”
“You tell me what you want me to do.”
“Stay in me and fuck me while I crawl to the bed.”
“My dirty cowgirl.” I lean down to lick her ear. “One wrong move and you’ll get hurt that way.”
“Let’s try at least.”
I’m not having that. I pull out of her, and she says my name unhappily.
“Tough.” I pick her up to carry her into the bedroom. “I won’t take chances with you getting hurt.” I put her down on the bed.
“Oh, so you’rethatkind of cowboy. Protective and bossy.”
“You forgot to add well-hung.”
