Page 60 of Protective Cowboy

She was on fire, her pussy hot and throbbing with a deep ache that needed something big and hard deep inside it to relieve the torment.

But he held her pinned mercilessly against the wall.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his foot tapping the inside of her ankles. “Wider. Now.”

She obeyed instantly, a fresh wave of desire flooding her at his commanding tone. He thrust a hand between her thighs, groaning as he drew his fingers through her slick folds.

“You naughty girl. So wet for me already,” he breathed as he sank to his knees before her. “Admit it. You like being manhandled.”

“Only by you.”

“Right answer.” A shocked cry escaped her as he spread her folds and licked boldly up her center.

Then, without warning, Matt plunged two fingers inside her. She cried out at the sudden invasion.

“Hands up,” he reminded her, an instant before his mouth found her clit. He sucked it greedily as his fingers pumped in and out of her, ratcheting her need higher with each thrust.

It seemed like he was trying to drive away her pain and disappointment with every brutal movement of his hand, every teasing flick of his tongue.

She moaned and whimpered as pleasure built inside her like a tidal wave.

She was teetering on the edge, her body screaming for release as Matt’s fingers curled within her, grazing that secret spot that always sent her spiraling.

“Now, Autumn,” Matt urged, his voice rough and commanding. “I want to feel you come while you’re riding my hand.”

Her climax hit her like a freight train. She screamed, arching away from the wall. Her inner walls clenched helplessly around his fingers as he stroked her, prolonging her release until she slumped boneless and panting against him.

“Feel better now?”

She nodded, breathless. Aftershocks still sparked through her. He slid his fingers free and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while she watched, transfixed.

“Delicious,” he purred. “My turn now.”

He turned her to face the wall, then grabbed her butt and positioned her. She braced her hands against the wall, anticipation coiling in her belly.

She heard the rustle of a condom wrapper. Then he was behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding his cock to her entrance.

He impaled her in one smooth stroke, stretching her deliciously around his thick length. She moaned, rocking back to take him deeper.

“Christ, you feel good,” he gritted out. He gave her a moment to adjust, then began to move.

His thrusts came hard and fast, pounding into her sweet spot on every stroke, sending fresh shocks of pleasure rocketing through her.

She lost herself in the sensations, in the slap of his hips against her butt and the drag of his cock inside her.

Autumn had never experienced sex like this before—wild, rough, and completely uninhibited. No one had ever made her feel so so irresistible, like they couldn’t control themselves around her.

Her thoughts of Phillip and his betrayal evaporated at last, replaced by the overwhelming sensations Matt was giving her.

“Matt,” she moaned, struggling to form words through the haze of pleasure. “Please don’t stop… it feels so good.”

She’d never come more than once during sex. But she could feel the familiar tension building deep in the pit of her belly.

Unexpectedly, he bit down on her shoulder with a muffled groan. The sharp sensation pushed her over the edge. She cried out as her second orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave.

His fingers dug into her hips and his rhythm faltered just before he climaxed with shuddering intensity.

They collapsed to the floor together, a tangle of sated limbs on the hardwood. He curled around her, spooning her.

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