Page 37 of Knot Her Cowboys
I wasn’t expecting her to come quite so hard, but her scream rang in my ear, and her scent would’ve taken me out at the knees if I wasn’t already down. The intoxicating—and oddly grape soda-like—flavor of her lupine scent coated my tongue, a heat-seeking missile for any brain cells that were hiding and prepared to put themselves to work.
No thinking, only fucking. Only driving into the slick, wet heat of the woman I had never let myself openly want. Only trying to satisfy a craving I knew would never be quelled again.
Each sweep of my tongue against her throat had her shivering. I wanted all of her forever.
Scent match.
Mate.
Myomega.
Ouromega.
God, if she fell apart like this just for me, I could only imagine what a show she would put on if there were more bodies put to work on meeting her needs.
Riley whined, pushing against my chest until I detached my teeth, already mourning the loss of her taste. “Too hot.”
I fanned her sweat-slicked skin with my hands, earning both a giggle and a moan.
Riley whimpered. “Why is it so hot? Find me a creek and throw me in.”
I rallied my exhausted brain cells, finding a folded-up safety vest tucked to the side of the truck bed and hauling it out to use as a more effective fan. She sprawled out, purring at the cool air wafting over her skin.
“Can you fuck and fan at the same time?”
“I couldn’t pat my head and rub my belly when we were kids. What makes you think I can handle those two things at once now?”
Riley rewarded me with a laugh. “Let me be on top.”
“I’m all yours, cowgirl.” I navigated our change in position until she settled on my lap, sinking back onto my cock with a breathy sigh.
Her hips were a luscious handful, her ass just begging to be squeezed.
The first rise and fall of her stole my breath. I wished I could see her. Forced to rely on touch, I slid my hands up and up, feeling the bounce of her breasts as she moved, tracing my thumb over her parted lips, her hot breath ghosting over me.
Riley darted her tongue out, and I moaned, her hips slamming down in the same moment. “Cash, you feel so fucking good.”
Her teeth snared the tip of my thumb and I cupped her cheek, letting her suck on the digit, my hips bucking up into her as if she were sucking on my cock instead.
She broke away, panting. “Holy shit. Do that again.”
With a quick grip on her hips, I braced my feet and fucked up into her, earning myself a deliciously strangled sound from my girl. Her palms hit my chest, Riley sliding right back into taking what I offered.
A gorgeous chant of brokenfucks spilled out of her, all the cuter for how much she wanted to swear and how unable she was with my cock stealing her ability to speak at all.
“Your pussy is squeezing so tight, Riles. Are you gonna come for me again?”
“Y-Yes,” she stuttered a moment before she fell apart with a cry that snapped the last thread of my control. Riley slammed down hard, my knot swelling inside her and sending her off the edge before she had a chance to steady.
I couldn’t damn well breathe either, every muscle taut as I spilled into her. She tilted forward and I sat up to meet her eager mouth, consuming her whimpers until she broke away and buried her teeth in my skin. Her lupine scent erupted, washingover me like it could drag me beneath the surface I was already fighting to stay above.
So sweet.
Her skin burned against me.
Riley bit down harder and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to bite her in return. Floral sugar coated my tongue along with salt and copper as I put my claim on her skin.
All mine.
