Page 122 of Perfect Cowboy

“I love the ranch, but Montana isn’t my favorite place,” Ashley admits. “But you’re my favorite person. And I’ll live in a town where everyone else hates me because your love is enough. Our life is enough.You’re enough. And I’m coming back to the ranch with you for good. Fuck everyone else.”

The anxiety leaves my chest in a grateful and surprised laugh. I jump up, grabbing Ashley and pulling her into my arms, her legs immediately wrapping around my waist.

“Jesus, you nearly made my heart stop,” I complain. “And I’m so happy right now. I’m glad you took the time to consider what you really want.”

“And it’s you. It’s always been you.”

“That means the only person you’re ever fucking again is me,” I growl.

“That’s a price I’m willing to pay.”

And then our mouths lock together, a messy and frantic kiss that is sexily sloppy because of the eager desperation driving us.

We have a future together.

She’s coming home with me.

I’m all she needs to be happy.

She’sstaying.

“Fuck, I love you,” I groan, walking us back inside the house so we can fall on the bed still wrapped up in each other.

“I love you, cowboy.”

We’re tearing at each other’s clothes, and I’ve never been happier that Ashley chose to wear a sunny yellow dress today.

I’ve got it up by her waist and her torn-off panties in my hand while she scrambles to get my cock out of my jeans.

I’m so fucking jacked up that I can’t waste a single second worrying about getting either of us completely naked.

All I need is to be inside her.

“Fuck me,” she pleads.

Normally, I’d spend time making sure she’s ready. I love it when her pussy drips and aches, and prefer to get her off at least once before I slide in.

But there’s no goddamn time for it now.

Knowing that she’s my forever has me out of my mind with need, and if I don’t fuck her hard and fast right now, I’m not going to survive.

Ashley reaches down and grabs the base of my cock in her hand, guiding the head to her pussy. She rubs it up and down to let me feel how wet she is, circling the tip around her clit. We both moan and then her heels are on my ass, pushing me inside her.

“Fuck, babe,” I gasp. “You’re so tight and feel incredible on my dick.”

We haven’t fucked straight missionary in a long time, but there’s something so sexy about it right now. I grab her bare feet in my hands and throw her legs on my shoulders, which lets me fall deeper inside her.

“Oh, God,” Ashley moans. “Oh, Gavin, you make me feel so good.”

My hips thrust of their own volition, and I’m not being gentle. Not even a little bit. But I at least have the foresight to reach between us and strum her clit, though my movements are sloppy through the haze of overwhelming lust.

She doesn’t care though.

Her clit pulses under my fingers, and she’s clearly just as hot and bothered as I am, begging me to fuck her harder when it already feels like I’m going to break her small body in half.

We’ve never been so animalistic and I’m all instinct, logical thought floating further and further away with every deep, hard thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, my words slurred. “Gonna come. Can’t stop it. Fuck, babe.”

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