Page 106 of For Cowgirls and Kings
He’s so at odds, so out of his mind, andI love it. He wants me to be in control, even though it’s clearly taking everything in him to fight the instinct to dominate. It’s mind over body, and the sentiment hidden within his carnal behavior pinches at my heart.
Mateo wants things to be different with me. He’s told me so over and over.
And I want to oblige him, even if it physically kills me to stop his insatiable consuming.
“I need you inside of me.” I plead my words little more than a whisper of air.
He freezes, a predator zeroing in on the final kill. And then his face tilts toward me, his eyes melding to my own. His chest heaves, the motion causing it to brush against my waist, my thighs.
He’s just so fucking big, and I’m…I’m the one controlling him. I’m the one in charge of this beast, this man,this king.His face strains as he hovers above me. I want his full fucking weight on me. I want to feel him on me, in me—maybe forever.
“Like this?” He chokes on the words.
“Put my legs on your shoulders.”
He pinches his eyes closed a moment, sucking in a ragged breath, his head drooping. His hair tickles over my strained nipples, and I moan, the need already coiling deep in my belly.
After what feels like minutes, he lowers himself, his cock lining with my soaked pussy. Torturously slow, he lifts one boot clad leg over his shoulder, pausing to kiss my knee before lifting my other, placing an identical kiss on the other knee. I’m basically folded in half, my pussy on full display—and mercy—to the man hovering above me.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispers the vow in the same moment that he sheaths himself inside of my pussy, only stopping when he’s completely seated. He’s so big, and I’m so small—this angle, making him fill me even more, the tip of his dick bumping against my heart, or ribs, or wherever it pierces as it rearranges my organs.
“Fuuuccckkk,” we moan in unison, our cries punctuated with the steadythump, thump, thumpof the headboard against the wall. Mateo’s hips thrust, slow and steady, the bumps and veins on his enormous cock filling me, and stretching me in a way that no other man will ever be able to compare to.
He’s utterly destroying me, and I can’t help but love every moment of it.
His eyebrows pinch together, and I watch in rapt fascination as he focuses, his bottom lip trapped between his starkly white teeth, his eyes glued to where his cock slides in and out of me, his velvety skin now covered in a sheen of my cum. It’s fucking incredible.
“More,” I beg, the heat of an orgasm building but still hovering too far out of reach. “Harder.”
He grunts, rutting hard and faster into me, his balls slapping lewdly against my ass. My nails claw at his chest, at his neck as I try to pull him closer, desperate for friction against my swollen clit.
“Fuck, Dale. You’re the most fucking incredible woman—you feel so fucking good.” Beads of sweat pepper his forehead, and I wipe a hand through it, pushing into his hair. “I love how you feel. Tell me how to be good. Tell me what you need to come.”
I can barely focus on his words long enough to register his request.What do I need to come?
“I need more, friction maybe?” I pant.
He shifts, my right leg falling, his thumb finding my clit in the same motion. He rubs hard, small circles over the fiery bundle of nerves—over and over andover.My legs tremble, and my fingers fist in the sheets, desperate to stay grounded, even as I feel like I’m beginning to float away from my own body.
“You’re so close. Come for me, drench my cock with your cum. Make a mess of my dick—mark me baby, stain me so that I can never get the scent, the feel, the taste of you off me.” His words are my undoing, each one pushing me farther and farther over the edge until I’m free falling into the unknown.
My body goes rigid, my calves and back muscles taunt, and I’m faintly aware that I’m screaming. The release is so intense,so violent, that I’m unable to control a very unfamiliar warmth from flooding me, spreading down my legs.
“Oh fuck!” he roars as his pounding becomes more frenzied, his hip bones grinding against my pelvis, the waves of my own release unable to ebb away, as if he’s pulling orgasm after orgasm from my ravaged body. It’s all too much, and I try to push away from him, screaming as he grips my hips, bruising my skin with the force of his thrusting.
I’m just coming and coming, my head fuzzy and far away—I can’t even remember the last time I breathed.
“Oh.”Thrust. Scream.“My.”Thrust. Scream.“God.”Thrust. Scream.
And then he stills, and I feel the pulse of his straining cock inside of me, the ribbons of his pent up release painting my insides. My walls milk at his throbbing cock as he releases over and over inside of me, filling me so completely I know I’ll never fully be rid of his presence beneath my skin. Finally, his arms give out, the full weight of his body crushing down on me, his heart thundering just above my own.
After several shaky, shallow breaths, I’m able to peel my eyes open just a fraction. His hair’s drenched, matted to his forehead, his eyes both wide as they roam my face and hooded from barely tempted desire. This image of him is absolutely breathtaking, and my heart aches, not for the first time today.
He smiles, a dazzling look full of awe as he says, “you fucking squirted, Dale. It was?—”
I pinch my eyes shut, willing the unbearable wave of heat to not consume my entire face. I’m unsuccessful, of course, and Mateo’s fingers grip my chin, pulling my eyes to his waiting gaze.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare take this victory from me by being embarrassed. This may be one of the greatest days of my life—definitely the greatest sex I’ve ever had. You fucking squirted—Imade you squirt. Twice,” I groan, embarrassment filling my chest like a balloon. But I note the sound of awe in his voice, and something about his blatant excitement soothes the growing mortification.
