Page 25 of My Cowboy Temptation

She moves her hand between us and rubs her hand against my dick that’s already wet from her juices. She raises her body like she’s going to push my head into her entrance, but I grab her wrist. “You can be in control later, baby. For this round, I’m going to lead.”

Grabbing her by the waist, I flip her around so she’s lying back across the bed as I plant my face between her thighs and spread her legs farther apart. Gently, I press kisses along her right inner thigh, then cross briefly over her mound, which tenses at the slight touch, before I resume my caress on her other thigh. I can smell her sweet musk, and as I work my way back to her pussy, I see it already swollen and glistening. And I haven’t even touched her yet.

Settling my face in front of her pussy, I inhale her scent, then slowly bring my lips over her clit and suck it voraciously as her hips buck up. “You like that? You like me sucking on your clit? How about this?” I nip at the sensitive skin with my teeth, and she cries out, clutching at my head as her fingers wrap around my hair so she can pull me closer.

I run my tongue along her seam, taking a second to push it into her channel as far as I can, then back out. I can’t believe how tight she is. Stroking her clit, I find a motion that she seems to respond to as she grows even wetter and more ready for me.

Protection. Sitting up, I reach out to the nightstand drawer. I grab a rubber, rip it open with my teeth, and then wrap it down around my dick, faster and rougher than I should have, like I’m some nervous sixteen-year-old kid.

I look up to see Callie watching me, her eyes wide and fascinated. Her tongue runs along her bottom lip, and fuck, I’m about to blow. I lean down and put my weight on one arm as I rub her pussy again, stroking her clit until her eyes close, and she falls against the pillow.

Callie Castle looks so fucking beautiful and perfect, and I can’t wait anymore. I grab onto my dick and rub the head against her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you now, brat.”

She responds by spreading her legs farther apart and lifting her hips to me.

I push in, inching forward, sliding into her deliciously tight channel, and she feels so good that I tremble for a moment before thrusting fully inside. She moans, bringing me to a stop. “You okay, Cal? Should I stop?”

“Don’t even think about it,” she hisses. “Just give me a second to adjust…” She bites her bottom lip again as she wiggles her hips. “Mm. That’s better.” Her hands are clenched in fists at her sides.

“Relax and hold on to me.”

She didn’t seem to realize she was holding her hands in fists, and she opens them, spreading them apart before gripping my shoulders. She feels so tight and so hot, and I’m about at the end of my short rope as I pull out and then slowly slide back in, leaning back so I can watch as the swells of her folds absorb me, swallowing me into her tightness.

But I can’t resist the pleasure that increases as I pick up the pace, sliding harder and faster inside her. My mouth finds her nipple as I slide a hand down to tease her clit while I continue to thrust inside her. “Your pussy feels so hot and perfect, brat. So wet, I’m going to come hard and fast. But I want you to come first. I want to feel you squeezing me with that sweet pussy, milking me until—”

I don’t even get to finish my sentence when she cries out, and her entire body tightens. Then she’s pulsating around me as she rides the wave of pleasure. It’s all I need as my ball sack drops, and I grunt at the force of pressure that’s exploding even as I thrust my cock harder and faster inside, the intensity of the climax sending my eyes to the back of my head.

Fuck me.

I collapse over her curvy body, placing a kiss on her neck before taking a deep breath to try and control my breathing. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“Not near enough.” She opens her eyes, a blissful smile on her face. “I guess this means it’s my turn to take the lead?”

I drop to my side, shaking my head. “Fuck, baby doll, you can take any lead you want. Just maybe give me a second to catch my breath.”

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Callie

His weight is pressedagainst my back, and seconds later, he presses a kiss to the back of my neck. Then his weight is gone as Brody rolls away.

Somewhere in the fog of semi-consciousness, I’m aware that Brody is getting up and moving around the room, but I’m too exhausted and content to fully wake up and instead, close my eyes and let sleep take me for just a little longer.

The aroma of sizzling bacon finally filters through to my consciousness some time later, and I roll to my side to look out the window at the early sunlight streaming inside Brody’s bedroom. I would almost believe that the entirety of the previous hours spent naked and fucking was all a dream if it wasn’t for the achy tenderness between my legs and muscle weakness in my legs as I stretch.

Images and sounds of what had taken place in this bed run through my mind, and I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face as I remember the incredible climactic release every time. For both of us.

I’ve been with men before in my life, but none of them can compare to being with the one man who I feel to the depth of my soul is and has always been the only man for me. Brody Dalton is as an attentive and generous a lover as I could ever want in a partner, but he also has a wicked streak that enjoyed tormenting me and denying me my much-needed release until I was almost ready to pass out from the waiting right before he gave me exactly what I needed even if I didn’t know it myself.

My stomach growls, and as I look around for something to throw on, I wonder if he has some coffee to go with that bacon. A few minutes later, with one of Brody’s flannel shirts covering my naked body, I slip down the stairs of the house that generations of Castle’s have called home.

Up until about twenty years ago, this old farmhouse was Castle property, built by my great-granddaddy for his widowed mother who wanted to give her son and his growing family some privacy without having to move away from the ranch. My granddad moved here too, right after my dad and mom got married, wanting to give them the same privacy. Even after my mom left, abandoning both my dad and me, my granddad stayed out there, liking the privacy and the hominess of the quaint farmhouse.

When my granddad died two years later, he left the farmhouse and the land under it to Brody. I don’t really remember what the place looked like before, but it definitely feels like Brody’s now with its neutral palette of grays and blues and taupes and the various textures of leather, cotton, and the softest flannel of the blanket that drapes the chair in the corner.

I walk to the wide leather couch and run my finger across the back and do the same to the recliner next to it. There’s a TV against one wall, along with some old photographs of typical Montana landscapes like the mountains, the ranch, and even the creek running along the south side of the property. Unlike the massive living room up at the main house, this room is smaller and cozier and has the faintest hint of cigars.

Along the mantle are a handful of photos, and I stop to stare at each one. The first is of a beautiful young woman with long brown hair holding a chubby baby up as she smiles for the camera. I can’t help but feel this has to be Brody and his mom, who I realize I don’t know much about. I mean, I know he came to live here on the ranch when things got bad between him and his dad, who, I gather, hadn’t been dad of the year, and his mom had died a few years before that. But I don’t know how old he was when she died or if he had many memories of her, and for that I feel terrible.

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