Page 26 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

“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.”

7

Beau

I removed the condom and lifted her up off the bed to help her into the shower. We were both quiet, our panting breaths the only sounds in the small space.