Cowboy Baby Daddy

Alex tried to rise, but I pushed against his chest. He frowned up at me.

Without saying anything, I moved my wet pussy over his condom-clad cock. He grinned at me. I shoved down, crying out as his cock stretched me. I pushed down farther until I was fully seated.

So tight. It’d been three years since anything except my fingers had been inside me, since this cock had been inside me.

Alex reached up and palmed my heavy breasts with his hands, squeezing gently.

“Harder,” I said.

His rough fingers squeezed harder, and I brought myself up and down once. He started kneading my breasts as I rode him, slowly at first, and then faster.

After a few seconds, he started thrusting in time with my movements, pushing himself so deeply into me, I couldn’t help but cry out each time.

The pressure inside me was already overwhelming, and his squeezing and pinching of my nipples only added to it. I leaned over, giving him a better grip on my breasts, and braced myself on either side as his dick continued to slide in and out of me.

Alex let out a loud groan, and his dick swelled with his release. Unlike last time, the warmth of his come inside me was denied. He dropped his arms from my tits but continued to meet me as I shoved down hard on him. It wasn’t long until my own climax exploded through me.

I screamed out in pleasure, my walls tightening around the cock inside me, the sensation bouncing through me. Finally, my mind returned, and I panted, pulling myself off Alex and rolling to his side.

There we lay, naked and spent on my couch in my living room. Alex still wore the condom filled with his seed.

Alex leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

I was having trouble catching my breath, so I just smiled at him.

“Did you want me to stay?” he said.

I shook my head. I did actually, but as good as what we shared had felt, things were going too far, too fast.

“Okay,” he said, rising. He pulled the condom off and tied it off. “I’ll take care of this, get dressed, and get going.” Once he’d returned from the bathroom and grabbed his underwear, he continued. “I’m not leaving, you know. I bought a house. I’m sticking around.”

I gave him a shallow nod. “I … this was fun, but don’t read more into it than is there.”

For a second, I thought I saw hurt flash in his eyes, but he nodded. “Yeah. I get it.”

It might not have been a one-night stand, but it wasn’t the start of a relationship. I wasn’t ready for that yet.

Chapter 20

Alex

Now that Carl and I owned the McMillian’s land, there was nothing stopping us from taking a little horse ride across the downed fence separating Carl’s property from the newly purchased lot. So we did just that Tuesday morning. A little morning inspection of our new domain, I guess you could call it.

I chuckled as I surveyed the sorry remains of the barrier. They said that good fences made good neighbors. So what did the rotted remains of a former fence make?

From what Carl had told me earlier, nobody had bothered to take down the fence. Time and the weather had destroyed most of the wood. I’m sure it’d been impressive enough years ago, but now it wasn’t stopping anything but dignity.

Carl had built his own fence to keep his cows in, so I guess it hadn’t mattered much to him. He’d been too busy and short-handed to worry about much more, an

d the McMillians had left years before and stopped caring even before that. It’s not like they had any horses or cattle to worry about.

I wished I could say the same. My horse nickered, almost as if he could read my mind. Just what I needed, a lippy horse.

I looked up and down the remains of the fence and shook my head. “We got to clean this mess up, Carl. This is just sad.”

“Huh?” Carl said, his horse a couple yards behind me.

I pulled off my cowboy hat and used it to gesture toward the fence line for emphasis. “It looks like crap having a bunch of rotting wood.” I slipped my hat back on. “And it’ll attract termites.”