Page 16 of Filthy, Dirty, Cowboy

This man could tear apart a barn with his bare hands. He could carry a tree clear across the forest and I doubt he’d break a sweat. Now, he has me in that same grip. That same, sure, rough grip… and I’m not letting him let go.

My hips grind with instinct over his lap. I’ve never been more thankful to be wearing a dress. My thin cotton panties slide over the hard ridge of his jeans, and I let out a moan that says it all.

I want him to fuck me.

As though we’re cave people who no longer speak the language of modern men, he returns my grunt and raises me a growl, before leaning into my neck and biting at my shoulder. “If I fuck you, you’re mine.”

“And what does that mean?” I pant. “What does it mean to beyours?” Truthfully, it doesn’t matter. I’d let him fuck me, take me, and devour me whole if it meant I got his passion right now, but I want to hear him talk. I want to hear that deep, rough tone in his voice say all his dirty thoughts.

“If you’re mine, it means I own you. You fuck me, and only me. You love me, and only me. You kneel when I ask you to kneel, and I take care of you always and in every conceivable way.”

My cheeks burn and ragged breaths take over as Hawk peppers my skin with rough kisses. We don’t have the room we had in the back of his truck, but I don’t need space. I want to be pressed against him so hard that we’re not two people anymore.

I lift off him enough to unbuckle his jeans, but he stops me.

“I don’t have anything. Protection or—”

I shrug and go back to kissing him, tugging at his jeans like a wild animal who needs him inside of me. “I don’t care. I’m yours. Fuck me.”

He growls and grips my hips tight. “Talk like that, and you’ll get what you’re asking for.”

“Good,” I pant against his ear. “I want all of you.”

He lifts me like he did earlier. Easy and free, like I’m nothing. Encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist, he grips me tight and tugs his jeans to the floor.

Being lifted is strange, but I love it. I’ve never felt so small or submissive. I’ve never wanted to be. But with Hawk, I could see myself on my knees for him every night taking his thick cock into my throat.

As he kicks his jeans off the tractor, I get lost in the movie playing in my head. The one where we get married by the river, have three kids, and fuck every night under the stars, or in a barn, or in the grass, or quietly in our bedroom after a day of tugging at each other with sexual energy. I imagine his body pounding against mine with intent as my skin flushes hot with need.

Hawk sits on the seat of the tractor and lowers me back onto his lap. He hasn’t meant to sit me directly on his cock, but as I sit, my panties work their way to the side and his cock presses between my lips. I know I could stop it. I could slow things down. After all, there are so many things I want to do to him, but I let the moment happen.

Our eyes lock on each other, and I hold on to him as his huge cock slides inside.

He lets out a low growl. “You’re so fucking tight. Tight and wet.” His gaze is on me as though I’m perfection. As though I’m the only woman he’s ever seen and ever wants to see again.

I lean forward and gasp as he enters depths of me that have never been explored. Tangling my fingers in his chest hair, I bounce and squirm, ignoring the dull ache and sharp pain that’s splitting me in two. I don’t want Hawk to know this is my first time. Not yet. He’d stop and make a big deal out of how I’m on a tractor and not in some romantic setting with the lights low. I don’t want that. I want this. I want this spontaneous, genuine interaction. I want him and every bit of raw desire he has.

He groans, and leans against my shoulder, biting down as I work his cock. “Fuck.” I love the way he sounds so deep and harsh. His breath is hot against the lobe of my ear. I never want him to move.

Rocking against his dick, I lean back against the steering wheel of the tractor and make room for his big, rough finger to rub my clit.

“Come for me, honey. I want your whole body to shake.”

His hot mouth latches onto my breast and his teeth scrape across my nipple with a growl. He’s coming unhinged. I can feel it in the way his body tightens.

“That’s my girl.” He rubs my clit faster as he nibbles my breasts and groans out in pleasure. His free hand grips the back of my neck, and he pulls me closer. “You’re mine. Say it! Tell me you’re mine.”

I bounce on his lap, sucking in the gentle scent of his sweat and the sweet alfalfa surrounding us. This entire scene is a dichotomy to what I thought I wanted. But right now, I’ve never been happier. “I’m yours, Hawk. Make me yours.”

Our eyes meet in a soulful gaze that’s warm and real.

His giant hand cups my face as I grind against him, whimpering. The pain has subsided and all that’s left is a throbbing fight against an incoming explosion.

“I’m going to come, Hawk.” My eyelids get heavy and my head tilts back.

“Come for me, baby. I need it. Come on my cock.” He kisses my neck roughly, scratching his beard against my skin before cupping my throat with power and a wild craving I feel beating through his palm.

The last bit of reserve I have melts away, and for the very first time in my life, I let go with someone.

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