Page 41 of Merrily Mine
“Uh-huh.” His response scraped over my skin.
“Thought it was time to finally try it out.” I pressed my lips against his ear. “You know. Riding my cowboy.”
We both worked in tandem to pull his long-sleeved undershirt over his head, baring his muscular chest, and that little happy trail of dark hair, to me. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of my panties, tugging on them, pulling me closer until we were pressed together, chest to chest. His hands wrapped around my back, unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the ground before he pushed my underwear down my hips, letting me shimmy them down my legs.
He let out a groan as I reached down for his belt, unbuckling it before pulling it out of his jeans. I shoved his pants—and boxer briefs—down his hips, letting him kick off his boots before pushing them the rest of the way off.
Mason tugged me back against him, and I placed my hand on his chest, pushing him back until we hit the wall, and then he slid down to the floor, keeping his back to the wall.
Climbing onto his lap, I ran my hands up his chest, running my fingers through his chest hair, before they landed on his biceps. “So, what do you say, Mason?”
His eyes flared with heat as he took me in. My nipples, hard and aching for his touch. My pussy positioned directly over his cock. And even though he’d let me take control, I knew who really held all the power here.
“You’re forgetting something,” he said, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“Hm?” I fluttered my eyelashes at him as I ground down on his thick length. I already couldn’t wait to have it inside me.
He took his hat off his head and placed it on mine. “You gotta wear the hat, baby.”
I adjusted the way it sat on my head, tilting the brim up so I could still kiss him.
“Come on, cowgirl,” he said, holding my hips. “Ride me.”
Raising my hips, I guided his tip to my entrance, sinking down on it slowly. I was so wet, I didn’t need any foreplay before having him inside of me. The anticipation all day had made this even better, somehow. He was so big—long and thick, with a girth that made me stretch around him no matter how prepared I was.
Wiggling my way down, I worked inch after inch of his cock inside of me, until I’d taken every inch. I started off slow, rocking my hips back and forth, each movement grinding my clit down against the base of his shaft.
His lips found my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin as I brought my knees closer together, using them as leverage to slide up and down on his thick length.
“Use me, Darlin’. I can take it.” He tugged at my earlobe with his teeth. He propped up his knees, supporting me with his thighs, and bounced me on his cock. His hands—still gripping my hips—helped guide them as I kept up the slow, torturous pace.
I let out a moan as he thrust his hips up, burying himself inside of me, and continued grinding down on him, the position too much. I was stuffed full of him, my arousal practically dripping down his hard cock.
He was hot and hard as steel inside of me as I rode him, rolling my hips, chasing my orgasm.
“That’s it,” he praised, his hands cupping my breasts, flicking over my nipples. “That’s my good girl. Take it. Take what you need from me.”
“Mason,” I panted, crying out as he leaned his head forward, capturing a nipple with his mouth. “It’s too much. I feel so—” Tears pooled in my eyes from the pleasure overwhelming my body. “It’s too good.”
“You’re doing so good, cowgirl.” He took over for me, somehow finding the exact rhythm to make me shatter, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast. I slumped against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, one pressed to my lower back and the other around my neck as he cradled me to his body. His hat had fallen off my head at some point, falling onto the floor next to me.
He was still hard inside of me, his crown pressed against my cervix, cock throbbing as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, rubbing my back in slow, soothing circles.
When I finally came back to myself, I realized he still hadn’t come.
“Mason—” I started.
“Shhh.” He smoothed a piece of hair back behind my ear. “That was for you. We can take care of me later.”
“But…” I pouted. “I wanted you to come inside me.”
He groaned. “That’s my greedy little cumslut, huh? You want to have me leaking out of you as we walk home? My cum trailing down your thighs, so you know who you belong to?”
I nodded. I’d gotten addicted to the feeling of him filling me up, of his warmth flooding my insides.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I want it.”
He flipped us over so I was on my back, and he was positioned on top of me, his body wedged between my thighs. He was wound so tight that I wasn’t sure how he was still holding on. The veins in his arms practically popped out as he braced himself over me.
