Chapter 6 #3
I laughed, a shaky sound, and slowly lifted my shirt over my head. Beneath it, I wore a delicate black lace bralette. I didn’t have the biggest tits around, and I’d never, ever, been naked like this in front of anyone other than Mike.
The groan that tore from his throat was low and primal, a sound so raw it made my core tighten. He stalked forward and climbed back on the bed. His cock strained against his briefs, thick and hard, grinding against me as he closed the distance. His heat was overwhelming all my senses.
His hands moved to the lace, rough and sure as he tugged it aside, baring my perky, hardened nipples to his gaze. He brushed his thumb over one, and my breath hitched, the sensation sparking through me like fire.
“Fuck. You’re fucking perfect.” He pressed his hips harder against me, that thin layer of fabric the only thing separating us. “I’m gonna ruin you, Cowgirl.”
Latching onto my nipple, he swirled his tongue around it before tugging with his teeth.
My body arched into him as his hips rocked against me, grinding perfectly against my aching center.
Wetness soaked through the fabric between us, and his hard cock pressed into me with every thrust, making me tremble.
He gripped my lower back, holding me firmly in place as I moved with him, desperate for more.
“Please,” I gasped. “Please.”
He trailed his lips up my neck, teeth grazing as he groaned low. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you . . . inside me.”
A low, wicked laugh rumbled from him, making me shudder. “Not enough. Use those pretty words, baby.”
I groaned, the pressure inside me building unbearably as his hips moved against mine with effortless precision.
Each roll was rhythmic, nothing like the lifeless plank I was used to having sex with.
This was art, his body moving like it was made for mine.
My body burned, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck me, Beaudreau. Please. Stretch me wide.”
His hand gripped the sensitive skin at my neck and his teeth nipped at it. The sting melted into the heat radiating off me, every inch of my body feverish and alive under him. I cried out as his touch consumed me.
“As you wish.”
His hands left me long enough for him to shove his briefs down and grab a condom from his jeans pocket.
He crawled back over my body and settled his legs between mine.
His cock was free and pressing against me.
I could feel every inch of him, and my breath hitched as he rolled the condom down onto his shaft.
Fuck.
This was my undoing . . . or maybe, my rebirth.
“Buckle up, Cowgirl.”
In one swift motion, he thrust into me, and I cried out as my body stretched around him. He was massive, nothing like what I’d known before. This was the difference between a pencil and a damn jumbo marker. The feeling completely overwhelmed me.
My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, holding him tighter as he adjusted us, scooting me toward the center of the bed.
One arm cradled my back, keeping my chest pressed flush against his, while his free hand traced the edge of my face.
The tender touch was a sharp contrast to the raw intensity of what he’d done, and I clung to him, breathless, as my body adjusted to the thick, pulsing heat of him inside me.
He didn’t waste time, pulling out enough to tease before slamming back into me.
“Fuck, you’re so thick,” I gasped as the bed creaked beneath us. His rhythm was perfect, each thrust sending waves of heat straight through me.
“That’s it, Cowgirl,” he growled, gripping my hips tighter. “Take it all. Stretch that tight little pussy around me.”
The steady power behind his thrusts left me shaking, the motion so smooth and controlled. “You’re so good at this.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, baby, I know. That’s why all those buckle bunnies wanna fuck a bull rider. We know how to ride.”
For a moment, his words hung in the air, and I froze.
What the hell is a buckle bunny?
Whatever it was, it didn’t matter—I wasn’t just someone looking to hook up with him for bragging rights or some imaginary conquest.
My chest tightened, and I blurted, “I’m not doing this because you’re a notch on some bedpost.”
He stilled, his thrusts pausing as his hand moved to my face, cradling my cheek in a way so reverent it almost made me melt. “I’m sorry if I implied that, baby. You’re not just anyone. You’re my salvation.”
My breath caught, my mind reeling. I blinked up at him, trying to process what he’d said. Salvation? He couldn’t mean that. He wanted to fuck, to have this moment, and yet his words lingered.
But before I could even sort through the thought, he moved again, slamming back into me, and my mind shattered with the sensation.
“You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice rough, teasing, as his cock stretched me with every thrust. “Getting wrecked by me, letting me use this sweet little body. You’re nothing but my perfect little Cowgirl, aren’t you?”
Gripping my hips tighter, he pulled me against him as his rhythm quickened and his cock pushed deeper.
“Get on top,” he rasped suddenly, pulling back and lifting me.
I blinked, but obeyed, awkwardly straddling him. My knees pressed into the bed on either side of him as his cock teased against my entrance. I froze, unsure of what to do next, heat rising in my face. I’d never done this before—never been on top. This was completely uncharted territory.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll show you exactly how to ride me.”
It was as if he somehow knew, could sense my hesitation, and maybe he could, but it was unnerving how he just . . . understood.
He gripped my hips tighter, guiding me down, slowly lowering me onto his cock. The stretch was immediate, and I gasped, my hands flying to his chest for balance.
“Easy,” he murmured, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into my skin. “Take your time.”
I shuddered as he guided me all the way down, his cock buried deep inside me.
“Good girl.” His voice was rough with the praise. “Lean forward, keep those pretty hands right here.” His palms covered my hands on his chest. “You’re in control now. Start slow—rock your hips, baby. Just like that.”
I hesitated, biting my lip as I tentatively moved. He brought his hands back to my hips with a firm hold, helping me find a rhythm.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, his head tilting back slightly as he watched me. “You’re a natural. Look at you, taking me so well.”
I whimpered, my movements gaining confidence as he encouraged me. He slid his hands up my sides, brushing over my waist, then back down to my thighs.
“Bounce for me. I wanna see you come with those cowboy pillows in my face,” he said, half mocking.
“I’ve never . . .” I started, my voice trembling, but he cut me off, flexing his hands on my hips.
“You’re doing perfect,” he murmured, his deep brown eyes burning into mine. “I’ve got you. Just keep going. Keep fucking me like that.”
My hips moved instinctively, each bounce making me feel fuller, the friction building with every motion. His hands roamed, one sliding up to cup my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple, while the other guided my rhythm to keep me steady.
“Look at you, riding me like a pro.”
I shook my head, too lost in the heat to respond properly, my breaths coming in broken gasps as the pleasure built, tightening low in my belly.
“That’s right,” he rasped, thrusting his hips up to meet mine. “You love being split open on my cock, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,”
“That’s my girl,” he said, giving me the reassurance I needed. “Look at you—dripping all over me. You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you? I can feel it.”
I nodded frantically, the heat boiling over, the pressure unbearable.
“Come on, baby. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
His words were my undoing. My body locked, every muscle tightening as the pleasure hit me like a wave.
“Beaudreau Banks—” I cried out, the name tearing from my throat, like it was the only thing in the world that made sense.
My nails raked down his chest as I came hard, my release soaking him while he kept relentlessly riding me through every last shudder.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna come so deep in this perfect pussy.”
A low, guttural moan tore from him as he came.
Spent, I collapsed onto his chest, my cheek pressed to his damp skin. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight as we both lay there, our breaths ragged, the room quiet except for the pounding of his heartbeat beneath me.
“You’re a goddamn dream, Cowgirl.”