Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I gasp and buck, his hat flying off my head as he latches on, drawing down my nipple at the same time as thrusting his hips upward, as we convulse together in a frantic orchestra of youth and lust.
He drags his teeth over the puckered flesh, then releases it from his lips with a groan.
Heat spreads over my chest, my cheeks, everywhere as I ride the length of his erection like I’m going in for that last turn on the barrel, hell-bent for the prize at the end of the ride. We’re a tangled ball of grunts, panting and cursing, our bodies slick with the effort.
“Let me just talk to my dad,” I whine as he works his cock against me, his cheeks hollow, working my nipples back and forth.
Sucking sounds and the scent of sex fill the cab as the July sun cuts through the tree shade, sending bolts of white light across his chiseled face.
God, this man.
He’s not just gorgeous, he’s a drug. Two parts danger, three parts Daddy, and a thousand parts stubborn and sexy.
Oh, and as many parts genius, though he downplays that quality. He and Casey have used their geek brains to create some mad-brilliant tech ideas ever since they were in middle school, and now, with some new LLM leverage, their geek-out sessions are equal parts hilarious and mad sexy as well.
My cousin Carrie isn’t into making games or apps like they are, but she knows more about contract law than even her instructors at Big Sky East University, the private college they’ve been attending since they both graduated as dual valedictorians at sixteen.
I only wish my dad would see what I see in Roman and not be so overprotective that all he focuses on is the rough edges and missteps of Roman Marshall.
When Roman comes up for a breath from my tits, my belly and legs are jelly as he works my body up and down on his dick like a sex doll before attacking my mouth with his, his tongue winding with mine, warm, thick, and so familiar.
How lucky we are that somehow, even from before our memories are clear, we both knew we were meant to be. That on a soul level, we were foretold under some glorious stars in a vast universe.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to be inside your pussy. If it feels this good rubbing on my dick, I’m damn near gonna die of happiness when I get inside you.” Roman’s jawline hardens. The furrows in his forehead deepen as our movements turn jerky and the temperature in the cab goes up ten degrees.
“Just put the tip inside me,” I beg, cocking my hips upward to catch the head at my entrance, but his hands are vices on my hips, keeping me from sucking him into my greedy recesses. “Just the tip.”
“Quit,” he growls, working us harder, faster, but keeping me low on his shaft.
“I want it so bad. Please, Daddy…” I hiss and whine, throwing my head back to watch a streak of light cut across the beige fabric on the roof of the truck, the top of his hat bumping and rubbing next to my hands as I brace them on the ceiling. “Please…” I whimper again, knowing it won’t break him.
Nothing breaks him.
“No. I’ll fuck you six ways ‘til Sunday every day for the rest of your life, but only once the ink dries on the marriage license. Only once the preacher says, ‘You may kiss the bride.’ Now, quit.” He uses that same tone he does with his horses, and it sends a flood of slick warmth from my body, coating his shaft as he lands a sharp smack on my hip. I hear a buzz as his phone receives a text. Then another. Roman ignores them. “Now, come like a good girl.”
I’m already there. The light and dark in him swirl around, mixing with the heady friction of his iron-hard shaft, slick with my arousal, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, until I turn into a bundle of knots and choked moans.
His giant arms lock around my waist, pulling us together as my body bucks and jerks, lights flashing behind my lids as manic movements take control of my hips, and I lose myself in this cowboy who’s the only man I’ve ever wanted.
“Good girl,” he groans, growling as his body hardens under mine.
I’m climax-delirious when he lifts my body from his lap, spreading his knees and grabbing my hair into a knot with one hand, the other on that monstrous erection that rivals enough of the horse cocks I’ve seen to make most women wince.
I know what’s coming. Snort. No pun intended.
“Eyes closed, mouth open. Here’s your prize.”
With a jerk and a tug, my face is shoved downward, and the first warm spurt lands on my right cheek. Opening my mouth, I extend my tongue, taking his offering with greedy willingness, and the savory cream hits home as Roman comes like a stallion letting loose a low bellow inside the truck cab that vibrates down into my core.