Saranya Chapter 14
Seeing that hanger put her hands on Cowboy had made my mind flash back to the buckle bunnies at the rodeo.
While, as a whole, I had nothing against them, although I thought the way they jumped from man to man cheapened them, and they should have more pride and self-worth than to be a mere sex toy.
I hadn’t wanted to be mistaken for one, as Cowboy mistook me at first, but there was no animosity in me for them.
The same thing was true for the club sluts and hangers.
Or that had been how I saw it until Michelle put her hands on my man.
Instantly, I wanted to break her fingers, punch her in the face, and then kick her ass out the door, literally.
When she refused to remove them, after a warning, I had no qualms about delivering my message more harshly.
She was lucky I went for breaking her nose and bruising her jaw rather than breaking all ten of her fingers.
After she left, I knew it was time to go to the house.
I’d been battling my need for Cowboy for hours.
Being with him was addictive, and I craved him most of the time.
The way he looked at me at times throughout the night told me he was feeling it, too.
My dirty up your virtue remark worked like a charm, which was how I found myself back at his house, or I should say, our home.
I was down to nothing but my bra and panties.
He was in his boxers. The front had a large lump straining the crotch.
Cowboy was running his hot gaze up and down my body. I knew he loved the lingerie I wore. It was a matching set in a dark mauve color. It was made of silk and lace, with tiny, strategically placed openings to tantalize your partner. He rubbed his hand over his erection and moaned.
“Wildling, you’re gonna kill me. Before you do, I’ve got to find out how you can dirty me up.”
“I can do that, though I promise not to allow you to die. As you tell me when it’s too much, you can take it.”
He moaned for a different reason this time. Deciding to be kind and ease his suffering, I took control and issued his first order.
“I want you to remove your underwear right here, then take a seat in that chair,” I pointed to the leather club chair he had in the corner of the bedroom. He used it to sit when he put on socks. It was not only comfortable, but also oversized. It would be ideal for what I was about to do.
Cowboy obeyed without a word. I held back my whimper of need when he dropped his boxers, and I eyed his cock.
He was fully erect and oh so thick. The head was dark red, and his precum was shining.
I wanted to drop to my knees and suck his cock where he stood, but I resisted.
His walk to the chair was torture. Watching those firm, round ass cheeks of his flex as he did made me yearn to smack and bite them.
He sat with his legs slightly spread. His cock stood up.
Cowboy gripped the base and stroked it. He was teasing me.
Two could play this game. Turning my back to him, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra.
I let it slide down my arms, but he couldn’t see my tits.
When I dropped it to the floor, I cupped them and squeezed both before tugging on my hoops. I let my moan out.
“Son of a bitch, turn so I can see you. Or better yet, come here,” he growled.
I glanced at him over my shoulder, giving him a coy smile. “That’s not happening. I’m in control. I’m tarnishing your virtue, remember.”
He grumbled under his breath, but that was all.
I spent a couple of minutes massaging and tweaking my tits until the nipples were hard and my pussy was slick.
Lowering my arms, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my panties and inched them down.
I wiggled exaggeratedly, making my ass jiggle.
Cowboy had told me how much he loved to see it bounce.
Usually, it was when he was slapping it or pounding me from behind.
When they hit the floor, I kicked them out of the way before I bent forward and spread my legs.
He had a clear view of my soaked pussy. To make sure he got a good show, I ran my fingers up and down my folds and tugged on the piercing in my clit. My moan was ragged. God, it felt so damn good.
“Anya, please, I need you,” he pleaded. That was what I had been waiting for: his submission.
Standing straight, I turned and sauntered over to him. His eyes appeared feverish. I stopped about a foot in front of the chair.
“Hand me the throw off the back of your chair,” I asked.
He reached over his head, snagged it, and then held it out. After taking it, I folded it into a thick rectangle. Reaching out with my foot, I nudged his ankles. He got the message and spread his legs wide. I dropped the throw between them, then sank to my knees. I had eyes only for his cock.
“Oh fuck, please touch it,” he whispered hoarsely.
I ran my hands up his inner thighs, then around his cock and balls without touching them.
His shaft jerked. I did it a few more times, and I knew he was about to break and try to take over.
It was his frantic expression that gave away his intention.
To prevent it, I grasped the base, tightened my fist, and ran it up his cock.
At the head, I twisted as I squeezed, taking his precum with me when I ran my hand back to the base. His groan was long and loud.
Not wanting to have his balls be lonely, I took my other hand and fondled them.
I tormented him for a couple of minutes before I lowered my head and swept my tongue over the crown of his cock.
His king’s crown piercing bumped my tongue.
Not getting enough of his essence, I sucked the head into my mouth, then swirled my tongue around the slick head.
Humming at how tasty his precum was, I went to work.
As I gave him what I hoped was a fantastic blow job, all Cowboy did was moan, groan, whisper praise, and grip the arms of the chair in a death grip.
Eventually, I slowed to a stop. I didn’t want him to come in my mouth, as delightful as it was.
His pitiful whimper made me smile. Coming to my feet, I waited until his gaze met mine.
“That hanger said something about saving a horse by riding a cowboy, and she wanted to know what kind of ride you gave. That cock is mine. No one can touch you, or it. They can’t suck it like I just did.
And they sure the fuck better not ride it.
I’m the only one allowed to do those things, and I want to ride that beast of a cock until you come.
Show me what you can do, cowboy.” I licked my lips at the end.
“Jesus Christ, yes! Get up here. Let me fuck that tight, sweet pussy until we both scream. Ride your cowboy, Wildling,” he said through gritted teeth.
I wasted no time straddling his thighs. There was enough room for me to do it comfortably.
Cowboy held his shaft erect, not that it needed it.
I shifted until the head was touching my pussy lips.
I slid my hips back and forth a few times to feel him and to coat him in my cum.
When I was done, I brought it to my entrance and sank.
He was always careful to take it slow. This time, there was no way I could stand that.
Instead, I descended as quickly as I could.
It stretched me and made me hiss, but it felt so fantastic, I didn’t give a damn.
When his hands went to my hips, I placed mine over his to prevent him from slowing me down.
Holding each other’s gazes, I pressed until he was buried in me.
I swore I was taking all of him. I was so full.
I rotated my hips, drawing out moans from both of us. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I said, “Now, I’m gonna ride you. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
I raised until only the head remained inside, then as I thrust down, his hands, which were still on my hips, yanked me.
I swear I lost my breath, and that’s when Cowboy the cowboy took command.
He bounced me up and down his shaft fast and hard.
He lifted his hips to help with the force of his thrusts.
I became a rider, trying to stay on until the buzzer rang, just like they do at the rodeo.
I clenched my inner muscles, twisted my hips, and adjusted my angle to make it as intense as possible for him.
The way he was panting and growling, it worked.
As usual, he was able to make me orgasm before him.
I shouted to God. The ride continued, and I was about to admit defeat when the second climax hit.
I screamed this time and felt the gush as I squirted.
He was rubbing the king’s crown over my G-spot and rubbing circles on my clit with his thumb.
That was what sent me over. I sighed when Cowboy slammed his cock into me two more times, froze, grunted, then his cock gave me blast after blast of his cum. I squeezed to make sure I got it all.
When we were finished, I collapsed on him. Our sweaty bodies stuck together. As we fought to regulate our ragged breathing, Cowboy hoarsely said. “You won the World Championship Bronco event, Wildling. That was a spectacular ride. This cowboy will gladly be your horse any time.”
His voice was sincere, with an edge of teasing. I burst out laughing, though it was a weak laugh. “Your ‘horse’ is the best in the world. I’ll gladly ride it for the rest of my days. I expect to get my championship buckle soon.”
We chuckled together and let our bodies recover. Next up, a trip to the shower, or maybe a soak in the tub.
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