Page 11 of Bred By the Cowboy

We roll up next to a tree. I step out, and she does as well, looking up into the sky and seeing the moon and the small town below us.

She doesn’t want to sightsee. She wastes no time pulling me to her, and we kiss again, just amazing as the first time. “I want you, Angus. I want you so badly.”

“I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you, girl.”

My heart is pounding. I throw a blanket into my truck bed, the tailgate down. She hops up into it and I follow as those cute little boots of hers are kicked off. She pulls at the buttons of my shirt, and I’m all too eager to help her along in removing it, letting her dainty little fingers go down my chest. I enjoy her too, feeling the softness of her beautiful form, and those curves she has.

There’s a nervousness about her as she does this. She’s giddy and enthusiastic, yes, but there’s this hesitation about what she’s doing. I raise an eyebrow and realize something. “Is... is this your first time?”

She nods.

“Even with all your flirting? With how beautiful you are, you could have had any boy you wanted.”

She shakes her head. “I liked the attention, nothing more. People might call me a tease, but they were having as much fun with it as I was.”

I chuckle. She is all mine. Of all the people she could have had, she chose me. We share another lustful kiss, then she looks me in the eyes.

“It’s your first time too, isn’t it?”

I freeze. “What makes you say that?”

She giggles. “Annie ratted you out. You never brought girls home. And then I figured why. You’re reserved, Angus, and a bit shy. It takes a lot for you to come out of your shell, and that’s part of what makes you so alluring to me. Of all the people to make a move on, you chose me.”

“You got me,” I nod. “I want someone I can hold and love. I never wanted a casual fling. All of the girls at college were after that. Apparently that’s what college is meant to be for a lot of them, but maybe I’m a bit old-fashioned after all.”

She runs her delicate finger across my chin. “Be my first, Angus.”

“Be mine, Dolly.”

Yet another kiss. You’d think it’d lose its luster after so many repeats, but it’s electrifying as ever.

It feels silly to say I love a woman so quickly. It’s something a teenager would say, or someone who doesn’t really understand what love is.

My love for her is undeniable though.

She’ll be my first.

And she’ll be my only.

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DOLLY

I’m exasperatedby how fast this is moving, but I want it so bad. Angus makes me feel all the right things, and I want nothing more than to run my finger down his chest and enjoy every little bit of tone in his muscles. His rough hands go up my thighs, pushing my dress up, and I’m so eager to hike it up and over my head.

The night air is cool, and it tickles my skin the more of it I reveal. His eyes are glued right on me. His kisses leave my mouth and begin to rain down my body, gooseflesh forming in his path. Lower and lower, kissing my breasts, inspiring such energy within me. I undo my bra, and let my breasts fall free, and he’s all too happy to capitalize on it. He sucks my tit, his tenderness so sweet as he goes lower and lower down my form, enjoying my curves. All the way down to my panties, where his hands travel lightly over my sex, and a jolt of delight shoots through me.

“I want to taste you, Dolly,” he says, looking up at me with that eager gaze of his.

“Do it. I’m all yours, Angus. Explore me, do what you want with me.”

“Oh I will.” He runs his fingers across the stitching of my panties, rubbing me through the cotton and building such intense feelings inside of me. I moan softly for him, and he only presses harder, trying to find what I like and keep on it. Soon his finger slides past my panties, touching me, flesh against flesh, the sensation so much stronger and bolder.

He builds upon that feeling, watching me as I enjoy his touch. He finds my clit and massages it gently but steadily. I purr for him, nodding, and making it clear that I want more. Something that he’s driven to deliver. He pulls my panties down my legs, and I close my knees to help him along in the process, leaving me naked and bare before him. He takes me in, enjoying the sight that’s in front of him, nodding and groaning along.

Now with nothing in his way, he continues his kisses down my form, coming to my sex. Running his finger over my clit, and around my slit, I shudder with delight as he lays a kiss right down there, and tickles me in all of the best ways. His tongue pushes through and penetrates me, his nose nuzzling my nub. Everything he does down there is so magical. I’m not so naive that I’ve never touched myself, but this is far and away better than anything I have ever experienced before.

Angus keeps at it, all while his hands explore my curves and my body. Every touch spikes up what he is doing to me, and I'm crying out for him. There doesn’t seem to be a soul around for miles, so I’m free to express myself and my appreciation for what he's doing to me. And I make him know it, panting louder and louder, my hands grabbing hold of his head, taking a fistful of his hair, pulling at it slightly, which only makes him chuckle. He’s so driven and dedicated to my pleasure, it’s not long before my entire body is flushed with orgasmic fire. He brings me home by suckling on my nub and letting the pleasure run through me.

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