Page 24 of My Cowboy Temptation

Chapter 8

Brody

It’s nearlymidnight by the time I reach my place, and I’m ready for a long hot shower to scrape off the miles of dirt I put on today, followed by probably another restless night of sleep as I fantasize about what I would rather be doing with a beautiful young woman who’s sleeping only a quick walk away.

Setting my keys on the kitchen counter, I climb the stairs, and after dropping my duffle bag and the clothes off my back to the floor of my closet, I head for the shower. The meeting with Lucas went longer than I expected as I recounted what happened, including my encounter with Arnie Jackson, which led us into a discussion about our strategy for how to approach Chief McCall with our newfound witness.

Although there were a few times I pictured the image of my dick pushing up against his daughter’s ass cheeks as I stroked her clit, I managed to push away any guilt I might have felt, instead reminding myself that Cal and I are two mature adults who don’t need her dad’s permission to do what two mature adults would be doing in the days we have left.

With the heat of the water hitting my back, I grip my dick, remembering what it felt like to have Callie’s hand holding it earlier tonight, her mouth slipping over its head as that tongue of hers did its magic, and I grunt with pleasure. I’m not far from reaching my climax as I imagine what it’s going to be like to have that hot tight pussy of hers swallow me inside, when a sound from outside the bathroom draws my attention. I freeze, dick in my hand, as I hear the definite sound of footsteps outside the bathroom door.

Careful not to turn the water off and give the intruder a heads up that I’m onto him, I slip out of the tub, my body dripping water, and reach the door. I jerk it open, ready to slam my body into the person in the hallway, until my eyes feast on the sight of Callie Castle standing nearly naked in my house.

Nearly naked, except for a red lacy bustier that has her gorgeous tits pushed tantalizingly high, her waist cinched small enough I can span it with my hands, and those tiny red lacy panties that leave little to the imagination.

Callie definitely is here for one reason and one reason only. To be seriously fucked until she’s going to have a problem standing.

“Hello, cowboy,” she drawls and comes to stand in front of me. I stare down and catch the full globes of those tits straining against the top of her bustier, and I can see the pink of her nipples as they’re ready to fall out. “I hope you don’t mind, but you did say tomorrow. And last I checked, we hit that about ten minutes ago.”

Fuck me.

I wanted my first time with Callie to be slow and deliberate, but hell if I don’t want to lift her up and impale her on my dick right now and let her ride me hard and fast until we’re both coming.

She’s staring at my body now, her eyes wide and bright with what looks like excitement and appreciation, and fuck if my dick isn’t already rising between us. She takes one more step closer and reaches out to run her hand across the breadth of my chest. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

I tighten my jaw, trying to get in control of my emotions at her words and her touch. “How did you even get in here?” I ask, stepping back and grabbing a towel to wipe myself off since it’s about the only safe thing I can manage right now.

“It’s not difficult when you’ve had the spare key hidden under the same flower pot my entire life,” she says, her eyes raking over me, following my hands as they work the towel around my arms and chest.

“Here,” she says and comes forward to take the towel from my hand. “Let me.”

I’m helpless at the suggestion and release the towel. She’s staring at me like I’m a fucking ten-course meal, and she’s unsure where to start first. Seeing a trail of water drip down my stomach, she wipes the towel gently there first and then draws it around to my hip. Slowly she walks around me as I stand there, and she wipes the towel across my ass.

Shit. What am I doing standing here when the most fuckable woman wearing the most fuckable outfit is here to fuck me?

Turning around, I pull the towel from her hand and toss it aside. I want this woman in my bed. Now.

With barely a second thought, I lean down and grip her legs, hoisting her up over my shoulder so her ass is near my face.

“Oh,” she says, and I’m not surprised that she’s speechless as I march down the hall, my hand swatting her ass for good measure.

At the foot of the bed, I set her down before quickly pulling her up against my naked body, enjoying the feeling of her skin against mine, my dick pressed against her belly before I lift her head up and take her mouth. Our lips and tongues slash against each other, our teeth grinding as we sink into a hot, wet kiss that has her fingers digging into my ass as she pulls me closer.

My hands cup her ass, feeling the lace of her panties that I want to rip away so I can sink into her. Her skin is hot and fragrant like vanilla and somehow makes me only more ravenous for her. Keeping her against me, I sit down on the foot of the bed and set her on my lap so her legs straddle my hips as we face each other. I expect to feel the sensation of fabric from her panties against my dick, but instead there’s only hot, silky wet heat.

My brows shoot up as I look at her in surprise. “What’s this?”

She grins back. “Crotchless panties, I thought you might appreciate them.”

I didn’t think it was possible for me to grow any harder, but I do as I slowly move to test the truth of what she said, and I find her wet pussy is indeed open and naked and ready for anything I’d like to shove inside her. I’m also very aware that it wouldn’t take much to lift her up and push inside that sweet cunt of hers. But there’s more I want to see and taste first.

My eyes might be glazing over as I stare down at her tits nearly falling over the top of the red bustier, and I appreciate how, where the bustier ends, her waist is so small I can easily span it with my hands. She has the perfect fuck-me silhouette, all curvy and sexy, and my hands mold around her wide hips just as she slides her pussy across my naked dick.

I groan and dip my head down to the top of her tits to lick the pebbled nipple just before clamping my lips over it as I playfully bite down. It’s her turn to moan, and she writhes again, grinding against me, harder and more persistent.

“Fuck. You’re turning me on, baby. I don’t know if I can go slow when you do that.”

“Then don’t.”

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