Rough and Ready (More Than A Cowboy 2)

I could feel the blush that spread, but he was right, there was nothing between us any longer. “Do I get the taste of you on my tongue?”

He groaned, and his hips thrust into me. I could feel how hard he was through his gym shorts.

“Not this time, princess. I want to come buried in that gorgeous pussy this first time.”

I didn’t think gorgeous was the adjective I’d use, but if he finally wanted to get inside me, I was all for it.

I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down, suddenly frantic for him.

“Easy, I

’ll get in you. Yeah?”

He pushed back and climbed from the bed. Stripped. When he was bare, he gripped his dick and stroked, eyeing me. Just as I was him.

This was the first time I’d seen him like this. God, he was perfect. Muscled and toned, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He didn’t think he was smart, but just looking at him, I knew he took his profession seriously. His body was his job. I’d never seen him in the ring, but he knew what he wanted and went after it. Took it seriously and gave it one hundred percent.

Just like he was with me.

He was all in, just as he’d said.

Going around the bed, he opened the bedside drawer and pulled out an unopened box of condoms. “Got these for you,” he said as he opened the box, pulled out a strip. “I never have anyone here. Just you.”

He ripped one off, left the rest on the bedside table.

I watched as he rolled it down his length then grabbed me, moved me up the bed, then came over me once more.

I couldn’t help but touch him, to run my hands over his bare chest, slide over his lean hips, cup his taut ass.

“Fuck, you’re killing me.”

Lowering to his forearm, his eyes met mine once again. Held. “Ready?”

I bit my lip, nodded. He was ensuring I was right there with him.

Reaching down between us, he notched the head of his dick at my entrance. Without looking away… without even blinking, he watched me as he slowly filled me.

A whimper escaped, and I clenched down around him. He felt so good, so big.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he said again. He held himself still inside me, and I didn’t like that. He was being too nice.

“More,” I said. “Please.”

He pulled back, thrust deep. Watched.

I lifted my hips, met him. “More,” I said again.

He did it once more.

I grabbed his butt and pulled him toward me. “Harder.”

He wasn’t going to let go unless I told him to, worried I’d cry or fall apart. That wasn’t going to happen now. No way was he giving me sweet.

“Fuck me, Reed.”

His eyes flared with heat, and he gave me one more study then tangled his fingers in my hair, tugged slightly, then let go.

He gave up the fight then, his need taking over.