Page 34 of Knot Her Cowboys
“You know, Iwasplanning on taking my sweet time with you the first time you let me touch you.” One of my boots dropped to the ground so Cash could get my shorts off one leg, leaving the garment to hang off my other boot.
“Take your time later.”
Cash snared my hips, pulling me close enough he could rock between my thighs again, the seam of his jeans a heady grind against the thin cotton of my panties. “Sounds like you’re intothe idea of a second round. I haven’t even proven I’m worthy of the first.”
“Hurry up, then.” I shifted closer, rocking in turn. “I’ll give you a double gold star if you can get me off in the next five minutes.”
More of Cash’s breathy chuckle had my stomach butterflies flapping away. “I haven’t even gotten a look at you yet.”
I tugged the straps of my tank top down and shoved it around my waist, then unhooked my bra and tossed it behind me. “Feast your eyeballs, then.”
Cash froze, gaze fixed on my bare chest before he moaned, the sound sliding straight into two wistful words: “Fucking Christ.”
His lips wrapped around a nipple, hands pressed against my back to bring me up to his mouth. Heat zinged up my spine at the first sweep of his tongue.
I held on to the “oh, shit” handle with one hand, lacing my fingers through Cash’s hair with the other, my whole body vibrating under his attention. His mouth was eager against my skin, sweeping from one breast to the other and over my throat before claiming my mouth again while he wrestled with my remaining clothing. My panties joined my shorts, restrained on one ankle by my boot, Cash’s fingers gliding down to take advantage of my freshly exposed pussy.
I moaned into his mouth and spread my knees wider, pressing one leg against the dash.
“Are we sure I’m not dreaming?” He kissed down my throat, fingers lightly teasing over the thatch of hair between my thighs until I impatiently bucked against his hand. “Thought I might be dead and buried without ever getting this opportunity. I could be hallucinating this right now. Tell me you’re real.”
“Oh, I amveryreal. Also very impatient.”
Cash chuckled and slid his fingers through my slick, earning a whimper when he found my clit. “God, you’re so wet. You really want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I whined, trying to use the leverage of the handle and seat to rock my hips against his hand.
Cash undid his jeans, freeing his cock to run it along my slick folds. “Okay, but I’m going to demand time to treasure you later. I want to hear every pretty sound you’ll make for me, learn how every inch of you likes to be touched.”
I nodded frantically and hooked my elbow behind his neck. “Treasure later. Fuck now.”
“Yes,ma’am.”
With a quick shift in angle, he notched the tip of his cock at my entrance and I sucked in a sharp breath. Apparently I hadn’t paid quite enough attention to what kind of weapon Cash was packing down there. His easy rocking worked the first inch in, leaving me panting, my skin prickling with sweat.
“Oh my fucking god. Cash, you’re gonna split me in half.”
“Hey.” He laughed lightly. “Iwanted to go slow.”
“I don’twantto go slow.” I pressed my booted heel against his ass cheek. “I can take it.”
“That’s my girl,” he crooned, nipping down my throat. His fingers brushed over my clit, settling into a steady pattern that had me breathing hard, pussy twitching around his tip. “Come for me and I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.”
The most pathetic omega whine I’d ever made fell from my lips. Each flick pulled the tension a little tighter, my muscles struggling to obey to keep me upright while Cash worked his magic.
“Please, please, please, please.” The words fell from me in desperate whispers until a cry replaced them, slick drenching both of us as my core lit up like an inferno.
He eased in as I spasmed around him, the boost in pressure melting my brain.
Holy shit.
Cash made me come.
Cashmademecome.
I didn’t care if this might’ve been some alternate universe twilight zone, because right now I needed him.
“Cash.” I whimpered. “I swear if you don’t start moving, I’m going to lose it.”
