Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
The bull rolls again, a little stronger this time, and she leans back into me. Like it’s instinct, like she trusts me to be there.
And I am.
I always will be.
My grip tightens just enough to steady her, but I don’t hold her back. I let her feel it, figure it out, because she needs to see for herself that she can do this. That she’s already doing it.
But I also don’t miss the way she relaxes inch by inch, the way her movements start to sync with mine, with the rhythm beneath us. I wish that I could see her face, because this is turning me on like nothing ever has before. I want to see her blue eyes fill with heat because, with every twist and roll of this damn bull, her ass rises and falls against my cock, which is straining so hard against my boxer briefs and my sweats that it’s painful.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I need to stop this bull and put a little bit of space between us, as bad as I hate to admit it.
“See?” My voice is low and raspy. “Told you I wouldn’t let you fall,” I say as the bull comes to a stop.
This time, when she leans back, it’s not because the bull made her. It’s because she chooses to. Her chest is rapidly rising and falling with each breath. She makes no effort to move, and neither do I. Instead, I wrap both arms around her, giving up my grip on the bull rope and kissing down her neck. She tilts her head to the side, giving me room to explore her.
“You might have unlocked a new kink for me, Baylor,” I whisper, nipping at her earlobe.
“You think?” she asks, her voice giving away how turned on she is.
“Mm-hmm,” I say, my hand sliding beneath her sweatshirt, resting on her belly. Her skin is so fucking soft.
She rocks her hips, and it pulls a groan out of me that I should be embarrassed about, but I couldn’t give a single fuck who knows what this woman in my arms does to me.
“Mac—” she breathes.
I can’t take it. I need to feel whether this ride affected her the way it affected me. I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of her leggings and pause.
“Don’t stop,” she demands, and that’s the green light I was hoping for.
I continue, meeting the band of her panties, silk from the feel of them beneath my fingers, and keep moving until I find her pussy. She’s soaked. “Is this for me?” I ask her, trailing more kisses down her neck.
“You,” she pants.
I trace my way through her folds. The silkiness of her desire coats my fingers, and I’m dying to feel that same wetness, along with her tight heat wrapped around my cock. Instead, I settle for gently rotating the pad of my thumb against her clit, causing her hips to jerk.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper as I slide one long digit inside her. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good, Bay. So good.” I add another finger, and she grips my forearms. Not to get me to stop, just to hold on.
“Ma—Macklin.” She gasps. “I need more.”
“Tell me, baby. You know I’ll give you whatever you want. Tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”
“You. Inside me.”
“I am inside you,” I tell her, and to provide further evidence, not that I need it, I curl my fingers just slightly, and that earns me a deep moan. “See,” I say, cocky as ever, because there is nothing better than knowing she’s feeling this kind of pleasure because of me.
“Your cock,” she rasps.
“Done.” I slowly pull my fingers away and my hand out of her pants before bringing my fingers to my mouth to lick them clean. Her head is turned, watching my every move over her shoulder. “Best thing I’ve had all day,” I tell her, and her eyes sparkle with understanding. I’d take her as my snack over a cookie any day.
“I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you fall. I need you to swing your legs, both to one side, and then turn to face me.”
“But I thought—” she starts, but I place my hand, the one that was just inside her, over her mouth.
“You asked for my cock, baby, and that’s what you’ll get. But we’re doing it my way. I’m fucking you on my bull, Baylor. Now, be a good girl, and turn for me.” She does as I ask, sliding her legs to one side, then one leg over the other, so that she’s straddling the bull backward.
Reaching out, I run my fingers over the seam of her leggings, right over her pussy that I know is dripping wet for me. “How attached to these are we?” I ask her.