Page 9 of Her Grumpy Cowboy
I watch Walker palm his cock.He’s freaking huge.As it was, I could barely accept his two fingers.I don’t know how I’ll ever take him.But I know I want to try.I want to feel him thrusting deep inside of me, owning me the way he promised.
He groans.“Don’t lick your lips, sweetheart unless you want me coming down your throat.”
“I want what you want.”I mean the words.I might be nervous but after what he just gave me, I want him to come too.I want to watch his face as he finds his pleasure.
He joins me on the couch, stretching his big body over mine.I’ve never felt this safe or sheltered.
His smile lights up his face and it’s filled with so much tenderness that I feel warm inside.His voice is deep when he says, “I want you.All of you.”
“I want that too.”I wonder if first times are always this intense or if something special is happening between us.I hope it’s the second because if it’s not, my heart will break after this is over.
Walker drags his cock through my swollen folds.I’m still so sensitive that every glide is perfect, bringing me closer to the edge all over again.I’ve always heard that women can orgasm multiple times, but I’d never been able to do it.Until him.
“You feel that, baby girl?That’s your man’s cock.”
I whimper at the words.I love the dirty things he says and the way he makes me feel so naughty while reassuring me that I’m his good girl.I desperately want to be the woman who pleases him, who makes him proud.“Please, I need more.”
He ignores my pleading and continues the slow torture.He presses a soft kiss to my jaw.“Who owns this sweet pussy?”
“You do.”The words come out as a whine.He’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge.But I don’t want to go over again without him.I need it.Need to feel him inside of me, demanding I take his cock.
His lips move higher, brushing against my earlobe.“Who gets to touch this sweet pussy?”
“You do.”I try to lift my hips to get more friction but all it takes is one stern look and I instantly settle down.He’s in control, and the thought has more moisture gushing from my body.
He nips at my lobe before licking away the sting.“And who gets to fuck this sweet pussy whenever he wants?”
“You do,” I sob.
“Smart girl,” he grunts before he aligns our bodies.
He shoves in roughly, forcing me to take him to the hilt.There are a few seconds of searing pain, but I bite down on my lip.I’m not going to stop him.Not for anything.It feels too good, too perfect.
Walker stills, searching my face.“Is it getting better?”
“So much better.”I rake my fingernails down his back, hoping to spur him on.I’m learning that he doesn’t like it when I try to take control but that doesn’t mean I can’t push against his control.I want to watch this strong, burly man above me shake and tremble.I want to see him shatter and know I caused it.
“Fuck,” he breathes the word out and then he’s in motion again.He pulls out of me only to slam back in with such force that the couch rocks.
I do it again, tracing patterns into his skin as he touches my clit again.Tingles race across my skin and my breaths come in little pants.
“Come for me,” he commands but there’s a desperation to his tone that wasn’t there before.For the first time, I understand that it gives him something to see my orgasm, to know he was the one who gave it to me.“Make me proud and come all over my cock.”
His words send me higher, pushing me right over the edge.I scream through the release because he unleashes something primal in me.Something that I’m safe to explore when I’m with him.
He follows me over the edge, filling my pussy with so much come that it’s dripping everywhere.He’s marked me and claimed me as his.Now, I can only hope that he wants to keep me forever.
Walker finally stops moving inside of me, but he doesn’t pull out.He turns our bodies until we’re lying on the couch together.My chest is against his and I trace the faint tattoo on his shoulder.It’s an eagle mid-flight, just the outline.
He must see the question in my eyes because he says, “Eagles were my brother’s favorite birds.He was obsessed with them.Swore he was going to start an eagle sanctuary on our land.”
I cup his face at the loneliness and pain in his voice.“I’m sorry you lost him.”
He nods and leans into my touch, pressing a kiss to my palm.“Since you’re stuck with me for the night, how about I feed you now?”
My stomach growls as if confirming the direction of his thoughts, and my cheeks heat.“I guess I’ve worked up a little bit of an appetite.”
“You’ll have an even bigger one soon,” he promises, finally pulling out of my body.We’ve pretty much messed up his couch, but he’s not focused on that.“Stay here.”
