Page 33 of Owned By The Cowboy
I don’t need to be told twice. I pull my hand, ignoring her soft whimper of protest, and position myself at her opening. I tease her for just a second, sliding against her plump pussy lips, before pushing in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way she stretches around me. She’s tight, hot, and perfect, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then and there.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby,” I groan, pausing when I’m fully seated, giving her a moment to adjust. Her legs tighten around me, urging me to move, and I start a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust drawing a little moan from her lips. Her hands roam my back, my shoulders, my ass, pulling me deeper, and I pick up my pace, fucking loving the way she’s meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Harder,” she whispers, her voice raw, and I’m done holding back. I grip her hips, angling her just right, and drive into her with more force, the bed creaking under us. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I love the sting of it, the way it pulls me in this moment. Her breaths come faster, her moans turning into cries, and I can tell she’s close.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl, leaning to kiss her, swallowing her gasps as I push deeper, hitting a spot that makes her tremble. My hand slips between us, finding her clit again, rubbing in time with my thrusts, and that’s all it takes. She arches off the bed, her body tightening around me as she cries out, her orgasm hitting hard. Watching her come, feeling herpulsing around me, smelling our combined juices, hearing the sounds of our skins slapping… all of it pushes me over the edge, and I follow her, roaring her name as I fill her perfect cunt with my jizz, my vision going white for a split second.
Then we collapse together, breathless, tangled in each other’s arms. Her chest rising and falling against mine. I press a lazy kiss to her forehead, both of us still on cloud nine. Reggie turns her head, her lips brushing my jaw, and murmurs, “Well, that’s one way to start the morning.”
I laugh, pulling her closer, already thinking about round two. “Give me ten minutes, and I’ll show you another.”
* * *
An hour later, we’re in my kitchen, and I’m trying to remember the last time I cooked breakfast for anyone other than myself. Reggie’s wearing one of my t-shirts, which hits her mid-thigh and makes this perfect moment feel like every fantasy I’ve ever had of us. Her hair’s a mess, her lips are swollen, and she’s never looked more beautiful.
“You know, when you said you could cook, I was expecting scrambled eggs and toast,” she says, watching me flip pancakes on the griddle. “This is actually impressive.”
“Don’t sound so surprised. I’m a man of many talents.”
“I noticed,” she says with a grin that makes me want to abandon breakfast and take her back to bed.
“Careful, or the pancakes are gonna burn.”
“Oh, we can’t have that. I’m starving.”
“Bet you are.” I smirk, sending her a look over my shoulder.
She laughs in that loud, free way I’m already addicted to.
I plate a couple of pancakes and set them in front of her, along with coffee. My girl takes a bite and moans in a way that goes straight to my dick.
“Jesus, these are good. Where did you learn to cook like this?”
“In the army, mostly.”
“Wow, I’m impressed.” She takes another bite. “This whole domestic thing is very sexy on you, Mr. Madison.”
“Yeah?” I come closer, crowding her space.
“Mmhhh.”
I bury my nose in the crook of her neck and inhale deeply, loving the scent of our mixed smells on her soft skin.
“You keep talking like that, and we’re never gonna finish breakfast.”
“I’m just stating facts.” She moans on a pass of my tongue. “You’re good with your hands.”
I’m in deep exploration of her perfect body, hands full of big, round, soft tits, teeth grazing her shoulder, her head thrown back, when my phone buzzes on the counter. I ignore it, but it goes again.
“You should get that,” she whimpers as I like the spot I just nibbled at.
I check the message; it’s from one of my guys, asking about tomorrow’s schedule.
“Work?” Reggie asks, still short-breathed.
“Yeah.”
She clears her throat, straightening. “I should probably head home soon. Get cleaned up before the kids get back.”
