Chapter 29 Stetson #3
“Yeah,” she pants. “Feels sooo good, Stet. I want you.”
“Work it in and out while you read me the article. Second paragraph, Cove. Don’t miss a word.”
The urge is carnal. Carnal to ravish her, but also for her to hear my faith in us all this time.
While she was isolated in worry, I was steady in perseverance.
I believe there’s a reason Cove ended up on my jet months ago.
I’ll never question it, but will do anything and everything to prove to her I’m grateful it happened.
A simple change in flight plans brought me to my forever. A trip to strike a business deal I was never convinced needed to happen.
And I can’t imagine my life without her now.
With one hand paying close attention to the lips of her pussy, she turns her focus to the magazine and strangles through words as she pleasures herself. I stand the moment her voice rings out, dragging the chair behind me to get closer.
“Executive producer Amy Carmichael met with Stetson on Coleson Ranch to get the inside scoop. Why is the infamous cattle rancher single? And at age forty-nine, too? Everyone wants to know.”
“Keep going,” I direct her, listening to her words and following the movement of her hand. Cove loses herself while I nonchalantly replace her finger with mine. “Good girl. Read the first question Amy asked me.”
Both of her hands meet the cold floor, stabilizing herself to the best of her ability. There’s a sheen of sweat across her skin, and fucking hell, I can smell her arousal from a foot away. I insert two fingers inside of her, physically having to hold myself back from tasting her.
I want to eat her cunt. Then again, when do I not?
“In a perfect world, where do you see yourself in five years?”
I remember this question like it was yesterday. I had already met Cove, and although I didn't know her very well at the time, I knew something was different about her. So different that I couldn’t get her out of my head.
“I see myself being better than I am today,” Cove and I repeat at the same time.
Our eyes meet, and she continues, “hopefully by then, I’ll have my shit figured out.
The ranch will run itself, and for once, I can focus on me.
I don’t get to do that much, but recently I met someone who challenged me.
I forgot what that felt like. At Coleson, I’m the boss.
Everyone answers to me. Hasn’t failed me yet.
But in the outside world, to people who don’t give a shit how many cattle I herd and how healthy my land management is, I’m just another cowboy they assume has a low IQ.
But not to this woman. God, she spoke to me like my voice mattered even in the midst of dismissal. ”
I rise to my feet and decide there’s no time like the present. My belt buckle unclicks, and Cove’s eyes dart to the motion. “I’m ready to fuck you now. Keep going and read me the final part.”
Slipping my jeans and boots off, my boxers follow, the stiffness of my length aching to the touch.
Cove’s words falter when my cock comes into view.
“I knew as soon as I met her that it was time for me to delegate. I stood no chance of winning her over if I was a poor manager of my time.” Her breathing is erratic, fluctuating from breathless to deep confidence.
I stand before her, naked aside from the hat on my head, and can’t help but tsk to myself. “You’re doing a horrible job at staying in command, Cove. I’m starting to think you wanted me to lead all along.”
“I tried,” she huffs. “It’s useless when you give me what I want, anyway. But god, Stetson. You believed in us all this time.”
I nod, stepping forward and placing my frame between her widespread legs.
Cove’s face is flushed, and goosebumps scatter across her skin.
I know she’s got to be trembling inside, dying to come.
Dying to be manhandled. “I may be older, but I’ve got great discernment.
And I know that sounds ridiculous, but I can read people.
Something about you told me you were gonna change my life.
I may not have understood it right away, but the more time I spent with you, the more I believed it with my whole chest.”
“I think deep down I knew it, too,” Cove admits, stunning me.
I take a full stroke of my cock, before my opposite hand meets the inside of her thigh.
I run my fingertip across the sensitive skin and lift that leg over my shoulder gently.
Her body sinks back slightly, allowing for the change in position.
My lips meet her ankle, but my eyes don’t leave her.
I want every word I say to embed itself in her pretty little brain, leaving no room for doubt.
“I will be everything you need.” I press a kiss to her ankle, peppering it with intention as I let her in on my current life plan.
Another kiss dips lower. “I’ll even share my favorite coffee cup with you. ”
“How generous of you,” Cove pants, adjusting her hips desperately.
Another kiss. My free hand abandons my cock and traces the length of her opposite leg.
This is my kind of foreplay. The one where I’m just as pleased by pleasing her.
“Eyes on me, Cove,” I say, and she follows my direction.
“If I commit to you, I’m in it for life.
The long haul. There will be no bailing when times get tough.
Because they will get fucking tough. And I swear to you, woman, you ever try to leave me, you’ll wish you hadn’t. Your ass will be marked red for weeks.”
“Two things we’ve already established.” My brows rise. “You’ll always hunt me down, meaning, I won’t make it far. We know this. And being spanked by my older boyfriend is my favorite activity.”
I heard nothing past boyfriend. Choosing to ignore the older part.
“Boyfriend, huh?”
“You heard me.”
I smirk, turning my nose to inhale her delectable scent. “Don’t get used to it. I don’t plan to be your boyfriend for much longer.” I plant another kiss on the inside of her thigh, and my cock twitches, curving toward my stomach like a fucking rod. It’s painful, but I’m waiting to take her.
My thumb meets her throbbing clit, and I press hard, waiting for her response to my statement. It’s bold and unfiltered, but no less true. “Either you’re planning to leave me or wife me up. But seeing as you just threatened my ass cheeks for leaving you, I’m going to guess and say the latter.”
“You would be correct. I’m only getting older, and I don’t want to waste another minute.”
“Life is too short,” Cove whispers back, hips thrusting upward as she chases my touch.
“It’s fleeting,” I deadpan. “Better make the most of it, then.” With that, I lift both of her legs over my shoulders, placing her body in a parallel position. While I can’t say it looks exactly comfortable on the stage floor, I know my Cove, and she thrives through the discomfort and pain.
It’s her favorite, actually.
“Fucking finally,” she exhales, and I chuckle before lifting my hat from my head and placing it on hers.
Jesus Christ, this view. Cove Davenport, naked and covered in a sheen of sweat, with my black cowboy hat on her head. And that megawatt smile full of lust and love—worth more than the price of gold, if you ask me.
I can officially die a happy man.
I line my hips up with hers, unable to help myself from sliding the head of my cock across her slit, up and down.
I don’t enter just yet, but fuck does it feel incredible.
An animalistic groan leaves both our lips and I’m officially hating myself for this agonizing edging.
“I know I’m supposed to say, ‘You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy,’ but I can’t help but think I’d really like to fuck the cowgirl. ”
Cove’s heart-stopping smile breaks free. “She wears the hat, you fuck the cowgirl.” She settles the hat in place on her head and bucks her hips for permission. “Then by all means, fuck your cowgirl, Stetson. Make this my introduction into the cowboy life. I am moving to Texas, after all.”
Wait, what?
I halt, my cock resting at her entrance. “What did you just say?”
“Which part?” Cove teases, and I plunge the head of my cock inside her and stop. She moans and attempts to move, but not on my watch.
“What. Did. You. Just. Say. Cove?”
“I said…I’m moving to Texas, Stetson baby. You ready to have me?”
I can’t seem to process her words. I’m in complete shock. Never did I expect Cove to voluntarily offer to move to Texas. Hell, she’s not offering, she’s telling me.
“You want to move to Texas? But what about your mom? I thought…I guess I thought you’d want to talk about it.”
Cove shakes her head as if there’s nothing to discuss. “Nope. My mom is perfect, thanks to you. And it’s time for a change. I can work anywhere. But at Coleson Ranch? Being there was the first time a place and person have actually felt like home to me.”
Well, goodnight, Irene. I’m not sure my heart can tangibly contain this much love, but it’s gonna have to try.
“Baby,” I exhale, and my cock thrusts all the way in, bottoming out inside of her. The relief we express together is exponential in a multitude of ways. “That’s what I want.” My hands grip her breasts as my thrusts take over, plowing into her cunt on bated breath. “You on my ranch. You in my bed.”
“Our bed,” she proclaims, gasping through the pleasure.
“Yes. Our bed. You at every family dinner. Every event. Every party.”
“I’ll be there,” she exclaims. My thumbs caress her nipple rings while my palms grip her tits for leverage.
I fuck her with deliverance and permanence.
“You’ll keep your penthouse, but not your last name for much longer. We’ll need a place to stay when we visit. Let you and Betsy have endless girl time.”
“God, I love you.” Cove’s breathing picks up, and I feel her orgasm start to build.
Nothing has ever felt better than this. Our bodies are in synchronized rhythm, chasing a high that only each other can give.
I place a thumb against her clit and tilt my hips upward, turning our conjoined bodies to the side.
“Fuck. I’m so deep,” I grunt. “I could bury myself here for days.”
“You feel so good, Stetson. Forever. I want this forever. Your cock fucking me whenever I want. Promise me that. Promise me we won’t get bored of each other. You’ll make love to me until we’re nothing but a monumental story to tell.”
“I promise you, Cove. As cheesy as it may sound, you’re my happily ever after. There’s no more searching because my soulmate has been found. And I’ll love you until my dying breath.”
“That makes two of us. Now, beat my pussy until I’m spent. It’s been too long.”
“With pleasure.” I thrust into her like it’s my goddamn job, the slapping of my balls and our panting making for an explicit sound. I want more. More of her screaming and more of her wet pussy blessing my ears.
“Oh, god. I’m coming. I’m coming. Don’t stop.”
“Never. Never,” I growl, pressing her clit harder until I feel her spasm around my shaft, her body falling victim to the greatest feeling to ever exist.
And I’m coming right behind her.
“Fuck, Cove. That’s my girl. Strangling my cock. I’m coming with you.” Time is nothing but a blip in our plans. Right here and now, it’s just the two of us, descending together. Her moans echo off the walls of the club, and my insides roar with pride.
“Stetson,” she cries, toes curling and body vibrating through her orgasm. My mind goes black for a moment as I work to slow my breathing down, the intensity of that something I’ll never forget.
“I’m right here, my love. You did so well. Let me clean us up,” I say before lowering to my knees. The moment my tongue makes contact, Cove screams, and I know she’s sensitive.
“What…what are you doing?”
“Shhh,” I tell her. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”
I lap at her center, tasting the salty combination of the two of us. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter. More right. My tongue enters her, swirling circles around her tight hole to make sure every last leaking drop is cleaned. The lips of her pussy welcome me, swollen and spent from my brutal fucking.
“That’s too much,” she cries, restlessly stirring her hips.
My palm finds her stomach and presses down, securing her body in place.
“Sit your ass down while I clean you up, Cove. You’ll thank me for it later.
” Lucky for me, she obeys. No trace of cum is left before I’m biting her clit and pulling it between my teeth, dying to have her cum against my lips one last time.
And there she goes, unraveling again when just minutes ago, she claimed it was too much. Never. I intend to wake her up with my head between her thighs as often as possible.
Sensitivity will be a thing of the past when it comes to Cove’s pussy. I’m a starved man who’s been deprived of love for far too long. I’ve got some making up to do.
“Your tongue is magical,” Cove exhales, coming down from her orgasm with a relaxed smile across her face.
I chuckle and stand, leaning to place a quick kiss on her lips. “And it’s only the beginning.”