Page 22 of Dirty Sweet Cowboy

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Wayne

I can't wait till tonight. That's all I can think as Judy sits in front of me on Thunder, her perfect ass nestled against my cock, which has been hard since she came to me in the barn. Since she told me she wanted all of me. Wanted me inside her. I've been rock solid for hours, aching with the need to claim her, to feel her tight virgin pussy stretched around me. So when she suggested a ride—"one last ride before everything changes"—I nearly growled at the innocent request that wasn't innocent at all. Because she knows what happens when she's on this horse with me. Knows how her body grinds against mine with every step. She's teasing me. Testing me. And my control is hanging by a fucking thread.

The sun hangs low in the sky, painting everything golden. Any other day, I'd appreciate the view—my land stretching out before us, the mountains in the distance, the perfect weather. But today, all I can focus on is the feel of Judy's body against mine. The scent of her hair. The soft curves pressing back into me with each movement of the horse.

We're following the same trail we took that first ride together, when I realized just how badly I wanted her. When I first felt her respond to me, felt her recognize the hunger between us. But today is different. Today she knows exactly what she's doing to me. And she's doing it deliberately.

She shifts in the saddle, adjusting her position. The movement drags her ass along the length of my erection, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from groaning out loud. My arm around her waist tightens instinctively.

"Something wrong?" she asks, voice all innocent sweetness, but when she turns to look at me over her shoulder, there's mischief in her eyes. Feigned innocence.

"You know exactly what you're doing, angel," I growl into her ear.

She shivers, but doesn't deny it. Instead, she rocks her hips again, more deliberately this time. "Maybe I do."

Christ. This girl. This perfect, maddening girl who showed up on my doorstep and proceeded to dismantle every shred of control I thought I had.

Thunder's steady gait carries us deeper into the wooded part of the trail, each step pushing Judy's soft ass against my cock, which is now painfully hard. Her breathing has quickened, little gasps escaping her lips when a particularly sharp motion presses us together just right.

She's getting off on this. Getting off on teasing me, on feeling how hard she makes me. My hands flex with the need to grab her, position her, take her. Animal need burns through my veins, primitive and overwhelming.

"Wayne," she breathes, head falling back against my shoulder, exposing the slender column of her throat. An offering. A surrender.

Fuck waiting till tonight.

I pull sharply on the reins, guiding Thunder off the main trail toward a hidden grove I know well. A secluded spot by a small stream, sheltered by trees and tall grass. Private. Perfect.

"Where are we going?" she asks, though the breathy quality of her voice suggests she already knows the answer.

"Can't wait anymore," I tell her, voice rough with need. "Going to take you right now."

She shivers again, but not from fear. From anticipation. "Yes," she whispers. "Please."

The grove opens up before us, dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves overhead. I rein Thunder to a stop near the stream, then dismount in one fluid motion. My hands reach for Judy, wrapping around her waist, lifting her from the saddle. As I lower her to the ground, I let her body drag against mine, making sure she feels exactly how hard I am, how much I want her.

Her feet touch the ground, but I don't release her. Instead, I spin her around, backing her up against the nearest tree. My mouth crashes down on hers, devouring, claiming. Gone is any pretense of gentleness. This is raw need, pure animal lust.

She responds instantly, arms winding around my neck, body pressing against mine. Her lips part, welcoming my tongue as I explore her mouth, tasting her, marking her as mine. My hands are everywhere—in her hair, on her breasts, gripping her ass, lifting her against me.

"Wanted this since the first moment I saw you," I growl against her lips. "Wanted to bend you over and fuck you till you can't walk straight."

She moans, the sound going straight to my cock. "Do it," she urges, rocking against my erection. "Take me, Wayne. Make me yours."

No more waiting. No more hesitation. I spin her around, pressing her front against the tree trunk. My hands find the button of her shorts, yanking them down along with her panties in one rough motion. She steps out of them without prompting, then spreads her legs slightly, offering herself to me.

Fuck.

The sight of her bent over, ass exposed to me, pussy glistening with arousal, nearly makes me lose it right there. I drop to my knees behind her, unable to resist tasting her first. My tongue swipes through her folds, gathering her wetness, circling her entrance.

"Wayne!" she gasps, hips bucking back against my face.

I devour her for a few moments, getting her wetter, readier for what's to come. When I pull back, her thighs are trembling, her breathing ragged. I rise to my feet, hands going to my belt, unfastening it with urgent movements. My zipper follows, and then my cock springs free, hard and heavy and aching to be inside her.

"Gonna hurt at first," I warn her, pressing the head against her entrance. "But I'll make it good for you, angel. Promise."

"I know," she says, looking back at me over her shoulder, trust and desire mingling in her eyes. "I want it. Want you."