Grumpy Cowboy (Single Dad Collection)

“I want you,” she whispers and reaches down to grip my hair. “I want you inside me, Rhett.”

Fuck, there’s nothing sexier than this.

Leah, hot and wanton, and her body showing me how much she wants this. How much she wants me.

“I’m glad, darlin’, because I fuckin’ want you too.” I grip her panties with my teeth and yank them down her legs and toss them onto the floor.

Once I locate a condom in my nightstand, I slide it over my hard cock, the entire time keeping my eyes locked with hers. Hands wrapped around her ankles, I pull her down to the edge of the bed, and then I spread her thighs so I can ease myself inside her.

My eyes fall closed at how tight and wet and warm her pussy feels wrapped around me, and every inch farther I get, the more intense the pleasure feels around the head of my cock.

“Oh, holy hell,” she mutters through a moan, and her back arches when I push myself to the hilt.

I’m not normally a man without stamina, but fuck, I’ve never felt anything this good.

My jaw clenches and I grip her thighs. “Fuck, Leah, you feel too fuckin’ good.”

“Uh…like you should talk,” she whimpers, and her breaths turn into staccato pants. “This feels insane. What is happening? Did we accidentally take ecstasy at my birthday party?”

Her words make me chuckle, but that only forces my cock to push deeper inside her.

None of which makes this any less intense.

“Holy shit,” she whispers. “We should have done this a long time ago.”

Fucking tell me about it.

I slide my cock in and out of her, each thrust feeling better than the next. And I don’t stop until the urge to see what she looks like riding me becomes too strong to deny.

With her legs wrapped tight around my waist, I lift her off the bed and change positions. And the instant my back is on the bed and she’s straddling my cock, I know this is the best damn idea I’ve ever had.

Parted lips, heated eyes, flushed skin, and brown hair hanging down her back, she’s a vision of sex and beauty.

The best damn thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.

“Ride me, Leah,” I tell her and grip her hips. “I gotta see what you look like when you come around my cock.”

Her gaze flashes with lust and seduction, and it urges a crazy mix of pleasure and adrenaline to dump into my veins.

And my heart prances into a rapid rhythm when she slowly starts to lift her hips up and down.

Her pussy tightens around my throbbing cock, and I reach up to grip her tits with both of my big hands.

Leah moans and her head falls back, and she just keeps riding me.

The whole time, I don’t take my eyes off her face. I fixate on the way her mouth parts with each moan and the way her eyes fall closed. And I watch the way her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she races to her pleasure.

Her rhythm becomes erratic as she gets closer to the edge, and I move my hands back to her hips to help steady her as she brings herself to climax.

Fucking stars dance behind my eyes when her pussy grips me so tight, and the instant her body falls forward and moans and incoherent words spill from her lips, I can’t hold back.

I come hard inside her.

“Uh…holy hell,” she whispers through hiccuping breaths. “Holy fucking shit, Rhett.”

“Yeah.” I grunt when her pussy keeps gently clenching around me, like little tremors of pleasure she can’t control or stop. “Fuck.”

“What the hell was that?” she asks, and her warm breath brushes against my chest.

“Whatever it was, it was incredible.”

She smirks down at me. “Like, so incredible, you want to give it another go?”

“Damn, woman.” A laugh jolts from my lungs, and I reach up to grip her bare ass. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Leah giggles and rests her chin on my chest. “I might be trying to kill both of us.”

“Yeah.” I smirk down at her. “Pretty sure I’m going to need sustenance and a little recovery time before I can go again. And, you know, those pancakes of yours might be exactly what the doctor ordered…”

“That saying doesn’t work in this scenario,” she retorts. “Because you’re ordering the doctor to make you pancakes. Not the other way around.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m orderin’ her. More like, suggestin’.”

“Would you like me to make you some pancakes, Rhett?”

“Wow, Leah. That would be fantastic. And it’s so thoughtful of you to offer.”

She snorts at that but proceeds to hop out of bed. “All right, cowboy. Meet me in the kitchen.” With one wink in my direction, she turns on her heel and calls over her shoulder, “I’ll be the naked chick with the spatula! Cooking her bossy cowboy some pancakes!”