Best Friend's Ex Box Set

“Like I could stop if I wanted to,” he smiled.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and guided it into me, then grabbing my leg, tossed it around his back. Slowly—like a tortoise beginning a race—he began to roll his hips into mine. His thick dick slowly filled my pussy, caressing over every inch and stroking that beautiful spot behind my clit. Every time he slid over that space my body lurched for him.

“That feel good?” he asked.

“Oh, God, it always feels good. Always.”

He pressed light kisses to my neck while contented sighs left my lips, and he coaxed my other leg to wrap around him. Our hips rose and dipped together as we bucked against the wet floor of the kitchen, and soon the dirty dishes and stale smells faded into the background. Our light whispers became breathless pants as he began to pick up his pace, and I could feel his balls lightly tapping against my ass while he coated his dick with my juices.

His muscles raked against my body, and I could feel them flexing and undulating underneath my fingers. I licked and nipped at his shoulder just so I could taste him. His musky scent was mixed with the smells of fall, and the sound of the wind howling against the kitchen windows started to drown out our moans of pleasure.

His hips rolled faster, and my pussy clenched harder. His kisses became stronger and my own thrusts rougher. My fingernails raked down his back, and his balls slapped my ass. When I felt my juices dripping down my skin and coating my thighs, I knew we had lost ourselves in one another. Colt was strong and passionate—every inch a man, every ounce a protector—and his body shielded me from the world while he shook me with pleasure. My legs slid up and down the backs of his own, and soon the sounds of slap

ping skin filled the kitchen, making my eyes roll into the back of my head just as his hips began to shudder.

“Cum for me,” I begged. “Cum for me, Colt.”

“God, Cheyenne. What have you done to me?”

My pussy throbbed and massaged his cock, milking him for everything he had as I shook against his body. I clung to his back and pulled him down on top of me, and when he snapped his hips against my skin and stilled his motions, I knew he was meeting his very own end. I wrapped my legs tightly around his calves and drew him as close to me as I could get him. I felt him twitching inside me with every pump of his cock, and all I wanted was for him to never leave me.

I wanted to stay like this forever. I wanted to feel this weightless and experience this intensity of pleasure. I wanted to remain weak to the pull of his body and yield this easily to his touch every day for the rest of my life. I never wanted to go back to the woman I was before I had met Colt Smith, and when he finally relaxed his body against mine, I wrapped my arms tightly around his back.

“Just stay here for a second,” I said.

“I had no intention of moving,” Colt said through his panting.

“It’s over, isn’t it?” I whispered.

Colt pulled back his face and looked heavily into my eyes. Tears of relief rose to the surface as the weight of that reality crashed down on my body, and he captured my lips in a sweet, succulent kiss before he confirmed something that had only been a distant dream for weeks.

“Yeah, it’s really over,” he said.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Cheyenne

The fundraiser was tomorrow, and the frantic preparations could be felt in the air. Tiffany was running around with decorations and commands; Colt was dealing with the restaurant, getting the food ready; and I kept refreshing my bank accounts. My savings had officially been milked dry, fall had given way to winter, and the shiver that slinked down my spine iced over any other hope I had of this ever working. Every cent I’d ever worked for was gone because of Bill’s debacle that had ruined my sanctuary. Suddenly, anger began to heat my bones while people rushed around me.

I knew Colt wanted desperately to help out with expenses, but I knew he really couldn’t. He kept telling me he could donate some feed and supplies from his overflow stash, but I knew there wasn’t much else he could do. Money was just as tight for him because of the issue he suffered at the restaurant, and after already forking over money to turn my water, heat, and power back on, he had nothing left to give.

“Everything’s going be alright after this fundraiser, Cheyenne,” I heard Colt say.

“Yeah, I’m sure it will.”

“You don’t believe me,” he said.

“Don’t be offended, I just have no backup plan should this fundraiser fall through.”

“It’s gonna be fine, I promise. This community supports you and what you do, and with word circulating about Bill, people are enraged at the position he put you in.”

“I just don’t feel like people respect what I do,” I said.

“That’s because you’re so busy criticizing your own worth and staying busy fixing issues around your ranch. You never stop to look around at who is admiring you.”

I turned my chair around and watched people flutter in and out of Colt’s home. Tiffany was bringing in streamers and decorative glasses, while Michael was talking to florists and a D.J. As smells from the kitchen began wafting through the house while the chilly winter air floated in from the open door at the front of the house, I saw for the first time the effort people were putting into this because of me.

People that cared and loved me were working hard to put on a fundraiser in order to stabilize the financial situation of the sanctuary, and myself for that matter, and the reality of it all became a bit overwhelming.