Page 125 of My Cowboy Freedom
He was inside me, over me, all around me. My eyes rolled back from the bone-melting pleasure of his cock’s first contact with my gland.
I gasped. “Only you.”
“Good boy.” His smile was both a promise and a warning.
He caught my lower lip between his teeth, drawing it back until it made a softsnap. My ass throbbed, forcing my attention to the connection between our bodies. To his fat cock and my sweet spot and the magic holding us together like one.
Two hearts beating out a similar, rough rhythm. Compatible but not necessarily in sync.
Don’t have to be the same to be together.
I closed my eyes and arched, forcing his cock deeper inside me.
He drew a breath and snapped his hips. Pushed and twisted and pushed again, driving me mindless with desperate, aching need. I fisted my cock but he balanced his weight on one hand, took me in his other, and after that... after that my hands fell limply to my sides and there was only Rock.
Rock’s hands. Rock’s hips. Rock’s cock. Rock’s needs, which mercifully included me...
Take me. God, yes.
Use me.
Need me.
“Fuck,” I whispered, over and over. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Pressure built. A slight breeze cooled our heated skin as Rock’s hand sped up and down my cock. Wave after wave of heat burst from inside me. I closed my eyes. Colorful dots danced in the thick black void. He wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to him, rolling us until I was on top, with him still pulsing inside me.
I pressed my forehead to the hot, sweaty roughness of his neck and pleasure flooded me, dissolving me. Breaking me into a million pieces. Sea glass on a sunny beach. Shiny and transformed...
Repurposed.
