Page 26 of Fallen Cowboy
Her legs were spread, her head was thrown back, and her eyes were watching the screen.
Did I give a rat’s ass what was playing?
Hell no.
But it turned her on, and therefore, it was turning me on.
No, that’s an utter lie.
She was past the point of turned on. And it was so hot.
She moaned loudly as she bounced on my dick, not nearly fast enough for me.
Talk about erotic, though. Shit, someone needed to write about this.
My hand left her hip to travel up the curve of her back, then into her hair where I tugged on it.
She gasped, her movements faltering slightly.
“I believe, naughty cowgirl, just coated my thighs. You seemed to like that little bit of sting and pain. A new kink.” I leaned up, attaching my lips to her neck as I urged her to ride me again. “Fuck, Anelise, you are every man’s wet dream, and you don’t even know it.”
“Show me what you want, Troy, what you like.”
“You got it baby; you are doing it. I like to be owned just as much as I like to own. I like to be roughed up and claimed just as much as I like to rough up and claim.”
With that, I shifted her so I could push up into her while I dug my fingers into her hip, leaving my marks all over her body, just like she was marking me up.
Oh, she wasn’t leaving bruises, but she had her nails dug into my thighs and I had no doubt that she would break skin soon enough.
And all I could do was beg for more from her.
I tugged her hair again, turning us to watch the screen, to watch the woman now laying in the open, spread wide for the man, with her feet raised to the sky, as he pounded into her over and over.
“Fuck, they are hot,” she moaned.
I watched her as her hand traveled down her breast and over to a nipple, tweaking it. She groaned and then as if it wasn’t enough, she moved it downward, to her clit.
From that image alone, I nearly came.
She was driving me wild, and she didn’t even know it.
“Let me help,” I told her, moving my hand to hers. I guided our fingers into her and together, we rubbed her clit. She looked at me over her shoulder, and I found her to be the most beautiful woman ever.
“Come for me,” I commanded, rubbing her clit faster, harder. She bucked, and then screamed, her juices coating my legs once more but hell if I minded. Not when this vision before me captured and demanded my attention.
“Troy,” she cried out, as her body shook. It’s a sound I wish I could record only to hear it when I needed it the most. It’s a sound that will live rent free forevermore in my head, though. It was that glorious.
I stopped thrusting as her body finally stopped, letting her recover from that. She finally glanced back at me, and I gave her a wink, making her mouth fall open. She glanced downward, noticing just how hard I was and gasped.
“You didn’t come?”
“Not yet, Cowgirl. I will though, when I make you come again.”
“Troy,” she started, taking a deep breath as if she needed to recover, “that was intense. It’s gonna be a minute.”
“Oh, I know,” I told her, turning her around and bringing her to me so I could suck a nipple into my mouth. She moaned, her head tossing back as her fingers raked through my hair.
“Damn, you make me feel good,” she muttered and I grinned.
