Sexual Expression (Contemporary Cowboys 2)

His hips jerked. “Fuck.” He set his lips and jaw. “Sweet baby.”

“Ah dear God!” The width of his head stretched her. It was that mouth-watering mix of pleasure and pain, a muscle-deep burn that was too addictive, too soon.

“Do you need me to stop?” Beads of sweat slipped from his brow. He’d feared this. She saw the angst in his eyes, the apprehension and uncertainty.

“Spank me as you fuck me,” she rasped, needing to loosen up for him, dying to be agile and versatile, the kind of lover he needed, the kind of lover so eager to accommodate him.

He popped her bottom and her pussy creamed around his shaft. “There you go, sweet baby.” He worked his cock inside her, giving her another inch or more. “Don’t let me hurt you.”

She rose to her elbows, still eyeing the hard wedge of masculine flesh pushing inside her, widening her walls, easing forward a little bit at a time.

Again he spanked her and again she squeezed his shaft. She could take him. She planned to handle every last inch.

He held completely still, his beautiful carved muscles flexing. “I can please you other ways. I don’t want to injure you.”

“You’re not hurting me. Pull out and we might have a problem.” She raked her nipple with her thumb, watching that heated lust burn a little brighter in his eyes.

She sucked her middle finger and went for her clit. Twirling the tender button around and around, she made herself hotter, somewhat wetter.

He stroked her then, withdrawing a bit, pushing in a few inches, backing out another inch or so and then the full-throttled fucking came. “God yeah, you feel so slick, so good.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she worked her hips up and down, forward and back. “Give me all of you.” She closed her eyes, remembering a night when Kurt had watched her with Brandon. They’d been in the hayloft working for most of the day and afterward Brandon had caught her around the waist before she left the barn. He’d thrown her up against the ATV, stripped off her jeans, and plowed in behind her, taking her ass, claiming her, stamping her with his seed so all his brothers would know. She belonged to him, only him.

Even then, she’d suspected. As she’d watched Kurt towering over them, looking down from the loft, she’d seen the lust, the hardness in his jeans, and the undeniable carnal need in his expression. On that particular day, she’d practically called out his name as Brandon fucked her with unrelenting strokes, wanting his brothers to see her undulating in his arms.

Now she believed in fantasies coming true and foretelling for the future. She would eventually belong to Kurt as much as she had belonged to Brandon.

“Ah yes,” she crooned, loving the memory, longing to hold on to it even now as she clung to the man, sliding up and down his shaft, feeling the stretch and burn of some mighty fine screwing.

He rammed inside her as if he were trying to regain her full attention then. His cock pulsed as he stroked. He found and tapped her overly sensitive G-spot.

She cried out then, climbing the walls, raking her nails over the counters as she tried to pull back but glide forward. She was completely at his mercy. Her ragged breaths fell out in short bursts. She pushed back on him, believing he couldn’t know how close she was, couldn’t know because if he did, surely he’d go ahead and push her over the edge, let her have a taste of that sweet, sweet satisfaction.

“Oh god,” she whimpered. “Kurt! Now. Oh please, finish me now!”

“Just a little longer my sexy woman,” he whispered, twisting his hips as he found her spot once more. “Right there?”

“Oh God, yeah. Mmm. Yes.”

He slammed inside her again, high throttling her until her mouth was open and dry. Her eyes were practically in the back of her head.

“More, give me more. Please….oh yes. Right there.”

He thrust again, still taking one screw at a time. Then, as if the dam broke, he pummeled her with repetitive strokes, pushing high inside her channel and fucking her like a speed demon, slamming into her until she only heard, Bam! Bam! Bam! Slap! Slap! Slap! over and over again.

“Yes!” she screamed out, throwing her head down and bucking against him, giving back as good as she received.

“Hmm, baby. There we go.” He paused and jerked. He was losing it. Even though he was completely still, he was oozing with his release. She could feel the elongated rubber expanding with his load, the heavy weight at the tip of his protection.

She threw herself against him, her body demanding more. Her mind needing that reassurance, that confidence that she’d given him everything he needed.

Coco wanted to make him holler. She needed to hear him screaming her name!

Her cunt clenched again. It was like a mix of fire and ice, gratification and insatiable longing. She wanted to ride out another orgasm. The need overpowered the want by ten-fold.

“Let me come again.” She studied him in the mirror. “Don’t pull out. Fuck me harder and faster. Give me a piece of yourself no one else has ever had.”

An incredible guttural sound erupted from his chest and a very different male rolled to the fore. She’d unleashed the sexual beast, a man she was convinced only she could handle.